In the academy, students of the Literature Academy recite ancient texts while holding bamboo scrolls.
“As Confucius said, ‘To die for benevolence,’ and Mencius said, ‘To uphold righteousness.’ The righteous qi of heaven and earth flows and takes form.”
“The ospreys sing in harmony on the islet in the river. The beautiful and graceful lady is a fine match for the gentleman.”
The vast courtyard falls into a brief silence as all eyes focus on Qin Wuyi, who slowly walks in.
“Is that him?!”
“I heard he suddenly reached five stars this morning.”
“So what? In a few days, there will be an assessment. If he can’t pass it, he will have to leave the Qufu Academy!”
“That’s right. To pass the assessment in the Literature Academy, one needs to have a cultivation of seven stars. There’s no way he can achieve that in just a few days!”
As they engage in idle chatter and ridicule, the sound of a guqin echoes from afar. The music starts low and gradually rises, powerful and melodious, resembling heavenly tunes.
“What… what piece is this?”
“I don’t know.”
Although surprised, the crowd appears unsurprised.
“As expected from someone who excels in both guqin and painting, surpassing even the academy’s teachers.”
“If only his cultivation talent were stronger, he could truly become the pride of the Literature Academy.”
“A divine brush in calligraphy and a master of guqin and painting. What a pity…”
As the music slowly fades, their emotions also wane. A single unknown piece can influence their emotions, a testament to his exceptional skill.
Everyone’s gaze falls upon the elegant white-robed youth sitting in the center of the courtyard, quietly playing the guqin. A half-mask conceals his face, revealing only his clear eyes.
As the music intensifies, Qin Wuyi’s hands move at an imperceptible speed, frantically plucking the strings. The hundreds of students stare at Qin Wuyi, sensing that this waste of the Literature Academy seems to have undergone a change.
The music is sharp and piercing, like a sword being unsheathed. Wherever it passes, tender willows sway, and hundreds of flowers bloom!
Countless strange birds, a vast black mass, fly in from afar and perch around the academy. The birds come in various peculiar shapes and sizes, and even awakened spiritual beasts can be seen hidden among them!
“My goodness…”
The entire crowd exclaims in shock!
To be able to attract tens of thousands of birds with music, to have them listen and dance along, what level of mastery is this?
Everyone stands frozen in place, staring at the white-robed youth in a daze. From this day forward, the waste Qin Wuyi has truly changed.
Qin Wuyi closes his eyes, recalling the words spoken by Bai Qi before his departure.
A promise of ten years!
He has endured for ten years, not for anything else, but for his promise to Bai Qi. When Bai Qi left, he said that if he did not return after ten years, then there would be no need to endure any longer!
To obtain better cultivation resources, he must prove himself through strength!
Buzz buzz buzz…
As the music comes to an end, Qin Wuyi calmly rises to his feet. The birds scatter and fly towards the sky, disappearing without a trace.
The crowd cannot help but applaud, and some even shed tears of excitement.
Refeence:
The Supreme Lord of the Heavens – Chapter 3: A Song That Captivates the City
The Supreme Lord of the Heavens – Chapter 5: Unbearable, No Need to Endure!
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