The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

"Next, please allow me to introduce our grand finale guest for tonight."

"The current direct descendant of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion!"

"Su Qingluan, Miss Su!"

There was thunderous applause.

Su Qingluan stepped out from behind the curtain.

There were no evening gowns, no expensive jewelry.

He wore a dark red Taoist robe and had his hair tied up with a plain wooden hairpin.

Cold and aloof!

As she stood there, the entire magnificent Jianglan Cultural Center instantly became a mere backdrop.

The entire venue was filled with barely suppressed gasps of amazement.

Lin Keke grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's arm and pinched it excitedly.

"Xiaoyu! You're so cool! Your aura is amazing!"

Chen Xiaoyu winced in pain.

"Wake up! She's here to cause trouble!"

VIP booth area.

A wealthy businessman from Jiangcheng lowered his voice and approached Elder Li of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

"Elder Li, just what is the background of this Tianyin Pavilion? How come it has even alarmed those prominent figures in the capital?"

Old Li glanced at him and snorted coldly.

"You're very good at doing business, but when it comes to fundamental knowledge and experience, you're far from it."

Old Li stared at Su Qingluan on the stage with a fanatical gaze.

"The Heavenly Sound Pavilion does not engage with the world, but if it does, it will surely reach the pinnacle of national skill!"

"Thirty years ago, in Vienna's Golden Hall, a blind man, with only an erhu, played 'The Great Waves Wash Away the Sand,' completely silencing Europe's top symphony orchestras!"

"That blind man is just a disgraced disciple of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion!"

The wealthy businessman gasped in shock.

A retired senior official from the Bureau of Culture chimed in.

"Sixty years ago, when the great nation was newly established, foreign guests came to visit and were arrogant. The previous master of Tianyin Pavilion came out of seclusion and played 'Ambush from Ten Sides'. The foreign guests were so impressed that they broke out in a cold sweat on the spot and signed the agreement overnight."

"This place doesn't produce musicians."

The big shot's voice trembled.

"It's the voice of the nation!"

The two did not deliberately lower their voices during their conversation.

The surrounding celebrities heard it clearly, and the entire room was shaken.

Chen Xiaoyu's phone camera was pointed directly at the stage, and the live stream chat exploded with comments.

Holy crap! The voice of the nation!

[This background is terrifying! A disgraced player can sweep through Vienna?]

[Wait! Family, I, a blind student, have discovered the key point!]

[This woman is the junior sister! That Brother Chen is the senior brother!]

[Got it! Brother Chen is definitely a hidden master of traditional Chinese music! He's usually low-key, but he could shatter glass just by casually playing the suona!]

[My dream fiancé is confirmed! Not only is he rich, but he's also an art icon!]

Chen Xiaoyu stared at the screen full of comments, her lips twitching uncontrollably.

Grandmaster?

A titan of art?

The image of Chen Shidu wearing a camouflage T-shirt, squatting in the yard eating green onions flashed through her mind.

Also, during the Spring Festival, the village loudspeaker played songs, and her brother hummed along a couple of lines.

So much so that the dogs at the village entrance moved away overnight.

"impossible."

Chen Xiaoyu muttered to herself while looking at her phone.

"Absolutely impossible! My brother's in music? He can't even tell the difference between a musical staff and a zebra crossing!"

On the stage.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu huddled at the edge of the stage like a quail.

Su Qingluan's gaze swept through the crowd.

It fell on Shen Nianqing.

Without holding a violin, he stood in front of the microphone and raised his right hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together and hold them in mid-air.

Gently knock on the void.

"Clang!"

A remarkably clear sound wave suddenly exploded out of nowhere.

The sound waves transformed into tangible ripples, instantly sweeping across the entire hall.

"Buzz!"

The expressions of the hundreds of celebrities in the room changed simultaneously.

I feel tightness in my chest.

All sounds of conversation, breathing, and clinking glasses were forcibly suppressed by this sound wave.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Shen Xingzhou felt a buzzing in his head.

He instinctively wanted to stand up and shield his younger sister.

But his body felt like it was filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

A hand rested steadily on the back of his hand.

It is Shen Nianqing.

Shen Nianqing's face paled instantly.

But his eyes remained calm and sharp!

Su Qingluan took in the whole scene.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A mortal can withstand her spiritual pressure without losing his composure.

With such character, it's no wonder he chose her.

But that's not enough.

Su Qingluan looked down at Shen Nianqing from her high vantage point.

Her red lips parted slightly.

The voice was clear and cool, like jade, and though no microphone was used, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Miss Shen, I've heard so much about you."

The entire room fell silent.

The celebrities held their breath.

Even a fool could see that this Su family member from Tianyin Pavilion was after the Shen family's daughter.

"Mr. Chen has always had very high standards."

Su Qingluan spoke in a very indifferent tone.

"Having met you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

His words were barbed.

Shen Xingzhou gritted his teeth, just about to speak.

Shen Nianqing stood up.

A long black velvet dress draped over her shoulders.

She is like a green bamboo in a storm, seemingly weak, yet unyielding.

She looked directly at Su Qingluan on the stage, her expression calm.

"Miss Su, you flatter me."

Shen Nianqing nodded slightly, her tone neither humble nor arrogant, and her volume just loud enough for those around her to hear clearly.

"He often mentions it."

"They say my junior sister is exceptionally talented and the best in the pavilion."

Shen Nianqing's lips curled into a very faint smile.

He said that the zither in Tianyin Pavilion is for calming the mind, and that it is Nianqing's good fortune to hear the celestial music today.

Clash.

There was no gunfire.

You call me Miss Shen, and I'll address you as my junior sister, as if you were my sister-in-law.

Who is the host and who is the guest?

It's crystal clear.

The old Taoist priest Qingxu, who was listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat.

This old lady has a really sharp tongue!

The direct use of the word "calm mind" implies that Su Qingluan's mind is not at peace and that she came with hostility.

A cold glint flashed in Su Qingluan's eyes.

"It's not exactly celestial music."

Su Qingluan gave a cold laugh.

"Since Miss Shen has honored me with this honor, Qingluan will naturally have to bring out something of real value."

"An ordinary zither is not worthy of Miss Shen's status."

She turned to the side and walked to a long table in the center of the stage.

A black cloth was covering the table.

Su Qingluan raised her hand and pinched a corner of the black cloth.

He pulled suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

The black cloth fell to the ground.

An ancient zither was completely exposed to the crystal lights in the dome.

The entire venue fell silent for a second.

Then, an uncontrollable gasp erupted.

It was a guqin with dazzling light and color.

The body of the instrument is neither wood nor jade, and its entire surface is a deep dark purple.

The surface is covered with natural ice crack patterns.

When the light shines on it, a golden-red luster slowly flows within the patterns.

It's as if magma is surging inside the instrument.

The strings were as thin as hair, gleaming with a chilling light.

The most amazing part is the forehead of the instrument.

It is carved with a phoenix about to take flight.

The phoenix's eyes were two top-quality blood diamonds, each the size of a fingernail.

Just by sitting there, it exudes an ancient, desolate, and terrifying aura that suppresses everything.

Several masters of traditional Chinese music in the front row jumped up from their chairs.

An antique collector pushed up his reading glasses, his voice trembling.

"This zither...this wood...it's dark, lightning-struck wood! Look at the patina, it's at least a thousand years old!"

Old Li lost his composure.

His hands trembled violently as he stared intently at the phoenix on the forehead of the zither.

"Nine Heavens... Phoenix Cry..."

Old Li pointed at the guqin on the stage, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"This is the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither, lost for eight hundred years!"