Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

She squinted at Yu Bai Niao and Feng Tang Huan, who were surrounded by a huge crowd, and took a sip of her drink.

……

"Old rascal!"

They didn't call Yunping by his full name, nor did they address him as "teacher."

Ye Yuchan stormed up to the cloud, her eyes wide with fury.

The women were very familiar with this scene; many male guests had been captured by their "tigress" in the same way. Upon seeing Ye Yuchan's expression and demeanor, they immediately assumed that Ye Yuchan was Yun Ping's "tigress."

They all ran so fast that Yunping was completely stunned.

It took him a while to recover, and he looked helplessly at his apprentice, "What's wrong now, my little cicada?"

He poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Ye Yuchan.

Ye Yuchan glared at him coldly and pushed the wine back.

"Your apprentice is being bullied, are you going to do anything about it?!"

"You got bullied? What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

"That big, dumb guy over there wouldn't let us try to persuade Bai Niao, saying that if we kept doing this, he'd kick us out."

Upon hearing this, Yunping looked at Ye Yuchan strangely: "This logic is correct. She is the owner of this store. If you mess around with this entertainment program, wouldn't that be disrupting the store's activities? If I were the store manager, I would do the same."

"But he's just making things difficult for Bai Niao!"

Yunping nodded and took a sip of wine. "So what? Bai Niao is Bai Niao, not my apprentice. Let her make things difficult for me."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchan was furious. Wasn't this a complete case of indifference and aloofness?

Before she could even say it, Yunping flicked her forehead with a flick of his wrist.

"Ouch!! What are you doing?!" Ye Yuchan covered her head and squatted down.

"I'm punishing you for insulting the teacher just now."

"I don't!!"

“I could tell from your expression that you were cursing in your heart.” Yunping took another bite of peanuts.

"..." Ye Yuchan had nothing to say, so she turned her head away and pouted, "Who told you to say such hurtful things?"

Yunping didn't think he had said anything wrong. "Where did I go too far? We haven't known Bai Niao for very long. She's just a stranger we met by chance. I have no reason to help her."

"Can't you be even a little bit kinder?!"

"Kindness is a good thing, but it can also be a bad thing." Yunping began his lecturing mode, "But there are so many unfair things in the world, and the structure of this world is so chaotic. Can you guarantee that you can help with all the bad things in the world?"

Do you really think everyone is as kind-hearted as you?

"but……"

At this point, Yunping suddenly burst out laughing.

He patted Ye Yuchan's head and praised her, "But there's something I really need to praise you for."

"……What?"

"At least you knew to come to me for help, instead of just rushing in and going on a rampage all by yourself."

"Hmph." Ye Yuchan blushed slightly after receiving Yun Ping's praise.

But right now, a hardline approach is definitely not an option.

Ye Yuchan smiled sweetly at Yun Ping, swinging her arm back and forth, and asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Teacher~ Master~ Master, you've said so much, are you going to help or not~"

Yunping was so startled he almost spilled the wine in his hand. "You... be normal. The Ye Yuchan I know isn't like this."

"Oh, whatever." Ye Yuchan wriggled her body and grinned as she snuggled up to Yun Ping. "Please help me out, okay?"

"Go away, stop making a fuss. Besides, I never said I wouldn't help her."

Ye Yuchan's lips twitched. "Didn't you just say there was no reason to help her?"

"There's no reason," Yunping said, spreading his hands, looking rather helpless.

"Then why did you say you'd help her?"

"Because I want to."

……

So all that begging and acting cute was pointless, huh?

Ye Yuchan gasped, looking at Yunping as if she were looking after a mentally ill son.

Why can't I understand this person's logic?

Yunping seemed to sense her confusion and said something that left Ye Yuchan completely baffled.

"Hey girl, have you ever heard of that saying?"

"What?"

"I'm happy, no amount of money can buy me that."

47. Musical Skills

Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—the four arts and crafts.

Before Emperor Wen emerged, among the four arts, only the qin (a seven-stringed zither) was widely recognized; the other three were merely entertainment activities for ordinary people.

Only after Emperor Wen of Xuan Lei attained enlightenment through his mastery of the four arts and literatures did a great wave of arts and literature sweep across the three heavenly realms.

It was later called the Great Era of Literature and Art!

Those with outstanding musical skills are called musicians, and musicians are naturally divided into levels, from level one to level nine, representing their respective levels of musical skill.

However, no musicians of the seventh rank or above have ever appeared in the Desolate Heaven Domain. The legendary music that can shake the heavens and earth and resonate with the literary path has never been heard by the people of the Desolate Heaven Domain. It can only be regarded as a legend that can be seen but not touched.

Jade Birds – Fourth-Order Musician.

Feng Tanghuan – A third-order musician.

A fourth-tier musician is already considered a master in the Desolate Heaven Domain. While a third-tier musician is not bad either, compared to the highly regarded fourth-tier musician, a third-tier musician is more like a relatively skilled ordinary person.

Feng Tanghuan is exactly this kind of person.

"Miss Bai Niao, Tang Huan will make a fool of himself first."

The ink-black zither floated in the air, with strands of blue-green spiritual energy swirling around it.

Yu Bai Niao chuckled faintly, offering no reply.

Yu Bainiao was well aware of Feng Tanghuan's skill in playing the zither. She had heard Feng Tanghuan play Emperor Wen's "At the End of the Mountain and Water" before, and found it to be quite inspired in many ways, with a deeper understanding of the music that far surpassed her own.

The problem is that Feng Tanghuan's consistency is really poor. He made some basic mistakes that he shouldn't have made, which seriously lowered the overall level of the music.

Talent alone is not enough to solve this problem; only endless practice can overcome it.

Our Feng Tanghuan, Young Master Feng, is someone who spends most of his time cultivating and chasing girls.

Furthermore, he particularly disliked playing the zither, and his practice of the zither was merely a way of paying homage to his idol, Emperor Wen.

With a light touch of the fingertips, the resonant notes of the zither rippled through the Drunken Pavilion.

At the end of one's rope

It's still Emperor Wen's poem, "At the End of the Mountain and Water".

A sense of powerless sorrow spread as Feng Tanghuan's hands moved.

Each melody, each tune, each song, each string.

That year, the boy hiding in the abyss transformed his powerless grief into music, causing everyone present to see that blurry, fragile figure in their minds.

The pain of being sad but powerless to stop it...

When Emperor Wen of Han was still immature, he was chased to the brink of death by bandits, and this piece of music was played on his own.

However, this piece is not entirely about helplessness and sadness.

hum!hum!hum!

The sudden appearance of three heavy strings pulls the style of the entire piece to another extreme.

The overwhelming murderous intent, burning with rage, surged like a raging storm before his eyes. This was Emperor Wen's counterattack, killing with the sound of his zither and slaying souls with his musical skills.

In a fit of rage, countless notes rapidly combined to form a symphony of retaliation filled with fury and extreme despair. Although the person playing this piece was not Emperor Wen Xuan Lei, it successfully ignited the long-dormant flames in everyone's hearts.

As the last note faded, the world fell silent.

After a brief silence, someone shouted, "Good!!"

A thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue.

Feng Tanghuan put down his zither, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wry smile, and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to Yu Bai Niao: "Junior Sister Bai Niao, I've made a fool of myself."

“No…” Yu Bai Niao shook her head, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Feng Tang Huan. “To be able to play Emperor Wen’s ‘Shan Qiong Shui Jin’ to such an extent is truly remarkable. Senior Brother Feng’s talent in the zither… I can only look up to him in awe.”

"Uh... no, nothing like that." A blush flashed across Feng Tanghuan's face in surprise. "I'm still not as good as Junior Sister Bai Niao."

“What Bai Niao said is true, Brother Feng, there’s no need to be modest.”

Yu Bai Niao slowly bent down and gently put the guqin down.

She gazed at the zither in her hands, gently stroking it as if she were caressing a priceless treasure, her eyes filled with a tender smile.

"As for Brother Feng's 'At the End of the Mountain and Water,' I have to admit that no one can reach the same level as Brother Feng in this piece."

"In that case, the Hundred Birds will perform a song for everyone present, a song composed by Emperor Wen."

Before uttering the title of the piece, Yu Bai Niao gently plucked the strings under the breathless gaze of everyone.

The melodious and ethereal notes are gentle and easygoing.

The music was simple, the expression was calm; everything seemed so relaxed and carefree.

This piece, unlike "At the End of the Road," doesn't have such dramatic twists and turns, and its impact is equally minimal.

However, this piece of music is widely recognized as the one that best represents Emperor Wen.

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