Suo Lun’s ex girlfriend Yi Yun looked extremely delicate and pretty, obedient and gentle, with a graceful and alluring figure. The skirt on her body was somewhat old, but when worn on her it made her figure appear particularly graceful and captivating.
She walked to the front of the harpsichord and said softly, “I will perform my original piece Unsettled Heart.”
Instantly all the students sat up straight and all the examiners widened their eyes waiting for her performance.
Because Yi Yun was the most outstanding in music among all the noble students, the one with the richest artistic talent, and had once been mentor Niya’s finest student.
As her slender jade like fingers fell the beautiful piano music floated out.
All the examiners closed their eyes and listened.
This girl was indeed very outstanding. Even placed on Earth she would absolutely be considered first rate and the kind who could make a name for herself in major national competitions.
Moreover her original composition was also extremely excellent.
It expressed her state of mind with nowhere to find peace. Her family had already declined yet even if she wanted to return to being a commoner it was impossible. She still had to maintain the false dignity of nobility.
After graduating from the royal city she would also find no future. The only path was for her father to treat her as a commodity and marry her off in exchange for a sum of money.
That atmosphere of desolation mixed with longing infected almost everyone present.
Many female students even began to shed tears and many examiners were also deeply moved.
However the monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple remained completely expressionless with absolute indifference on their faces as if Yi Yun’s piano music could not enter their ears at all. They still looked down from on high like deities overlooking the common people on the ground who were like ants.
And the truth was indeed so. In their view Yi Yun’s composition Unsettled Heart was completely shallow affectation and baseless moaning. It could fool the mentors of the royal city students but to these deities at the peak of the artistic pyramid whether the soul of the piece or the piece itself was not worth mentioning.
Seeing this scene Lan Ling could not help but feel uneasy. This group of monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple were truly too aloof and too high above others.
Yi Yun’s original composition was already the most outstanding in the entire royal city academy yet it did not even qualify to make them open their eyes.
And now Zhi Ning together with all the examiners from the royal city students had clearly decided to suppress Lan Ling and would give him the lowest score. The only saviour was the monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple.
However these near divine people were so arrogant and so high above.
Then would his own composition be able to move them?
Soon Yi Yun’s score came out. The monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple did not open their eyes let alone give scores.
Only the art mentors from the royal city academy and the royal city musicians gave scores.
“Sixty nine points.”
This was Yi Yun’s score and it was currently the highest.
If it were at any other time Yi Yun’s performance could have scored ninety points. But today in order to thoroughly suppress Suo Lun and make his low score not seem abrupt the examiners collectively lowered everyone’s scores across the board.
Such deliberate planning and mobilisation of so many people was all for the sake of one person Suo Lun.
Because this examination would determine the outcome of a huge bet determine the fate of a family and determine the strategic success or failure of a future crown prince.
“Next candidate Suo Lun!”
Instantly all the students sat up straight. The most interesting scene of the evening was about to arrive.
Of course these noble students were not looking forward to Suo Lun’s stunning performance but wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
Because he had made a fool of himself before. In the previous year end performance examination he had produced unparalleled noise.
That kind of ugliness that kind of clumsiness was completely impossible to describe with words and was simply a kind of torture.
And all the examiners uniformly opened their eyes wide. The most critical moment of the evening had arrived. Only Princess Zhi Ning still lazily half closed her eyes because the result was already determined.
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Lan Ling came down from his seat walked to the centre of the music hall came before the harpsichord and sat down then took a deep breath.
At this moment no matter what the purpose everyone stared at him with wide eyes waiting for his first note.
And the monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple still had their eyes closed as if their souls had already flown to the heavens with no intention at all of paying attention to Lan Ling’s performance.
Because in the eyes of these deities listening to these young people’s performances was a form of torture.
The purpose of their coming was merely supervision. To make them lower themselves to listen attentively no one in the entire royal city academy had that qualification.
And for the examiners of the royal city academy although Suo Lun’s performance had not yet begun their scores had already been decided.
The highest was forty points the lowest was zero points and the final average score was twenty five points completely at the bottom.
The monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple also vaguely knew that Zhi Ning would suppress this student called Suo Lun because it concerned Prince Zhi Li’s future strategy.
However they would not come out to uphold justice. Since the royal family could lower their face to suppress a noble descendant the Divine Dragon Holy Temple might not be willing to meddle in such matters especially since Zhi Ning was one of the most favoured students of the great cultivator Lord Byron.
To these Divine Dragon Holy Temple monks the fate of a small character like Suo Lun and the fate of his family were no different from the destruction of an ant nest. Asking them to pay attention or stand up for Suo Lun was completely a fool’s dream.
They were all monks of the Art Hall. What they cared about and what they pursued was only art and only music.
However these deities were Lan Ling’s only saviour. To save the situation there was only one path to use music to completely move these deities at the peak of the artistic pyramid.
And what he had chosen was the most impactful famous piece on Earth even considered by many as the world’s number one famous piece.
Lan Ling closed his eyes began to recall everything and accumulated the anger and energy in his heart.
The Suo family’s century old foundation was about to be destroyed.
His elder sister Suo Ning Bing had swallowed medicine to commit suicide. If he had not arrived in time she would have already passed away.
And all of this was because Prince Zhi Li wanted to implement a new southern strategy. Just because of the strategic needs of the Furious Wave Kingdom the Suo family had to become cannon fodder. Suo Lun and Suo Ning Bing had to become ants crushed to death.
Why?
Why was this world so unfair?
He was desperately trying to salvage the situation desperately fighting. Was it like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or like Don Quixote charging at windmills?
To submit just like this? Absolutely not. In order to protect his sister and to protect his family he would rather be smashed to pieces!
Instantly all the grief and indignation all the fury in his heart surged up like a surging tide.
“Why? Why?”
Then his five fingers fiercely pressed down on the piano keys as if he wanted to smash these keys to pieces in an instant.
As if he wanted to pour out all the grief and indignation in his heart.
“Dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang!”
An incomparably generous and incomparably passionate piano sound suddenly rang out.
In an instant it was like raging waves crashing striking inside this music hall and striking into everyone’s hearts.
Just eight notes instantly pierced through their hearts and pierced through the tops of their heads.
Yes Lan Ling was playing the classic masterpiece from Earth Beethoven’s Fate.
This was a work from Earth’s most brilliant artistic era the pinnacle work of the world’s most talented musician Beethoven.
This pinnacle work was his composition of struggling against fate and seizing fate by the throat.
Because at that time Beethoven’s lover had to leave him due to family background and marry another noble. Moreover Beethoven had already been diagnosed with incurable deafness at the time.
Therefore the emotion in this piece that soul shaking impact could not be compared with words at all.
This piece could be said to completely ignore any race any language or any culture.
This piece could in the first moment instantly shatter your heart then make you intoxicated make you enchanted and make you worship it.
What Lan Ling played was the first movement of Fate which spoke of the power of the people charging towards dark forces like raging waves without fear even in the face of blood and death.
He played it on the harpsichord which made it appear even more intense and fierce. In addition he infused all his dragon power and spiritual power into it making the impact completely unparalleled.
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Just hearing these eight notes almost all the students suddenly stood up.
All the examiners instantly widened their eyes.
And while Princess Zhi Ning was playing with a jade ornament hearing these eight notes her small hand trembled instantly. The jade ornament she cherished fell to the ground and shattered completely.
And the monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple who had been lost in their own world had their eyebrows twitch slightly. Then for the first time they opened their eyes and looked towards the person performing.
So… so impactful so shocking.
Just eight notes had instantly pierced through everyone’s spirit.
Was it a coincidence? Or something else?
However this was not a coincidence.
These eight notes with powerful penetrating power were only the beginning.
The following piano music was completely like a violent storm like raging waves like mountains and seas.
It became more and more intense and more and more fierce.
Time and again it impacted your ears impacted your heart and impacted your spirit.
At the beginning you could still appreciate the artistic conception of the piece but as you listened further your entire spirit became completely lost.
The whole person felt as if turned into a small boat drifting helplessly in raging waves.
Constantly rolling constantly being slapped by huge waves not knowing where you were only being thrown up to the sky by the stormy seas one moment and slammed down into hell the next.
This small boat was completely out of control in the waves as if at any moment it would be smashed to pieces.
Lan Ling’s performance continued. It was still the first movement still that powerful force launching a near suicidal attack towards the dark forces.
Lan Ling’s performance became more and more intense as he even infused dragon power and spiritual power into his fingers and into the piano sound.
“Dang dang dang dang…”
In the most passionate and intense moment the climax of the first movement arrived. All the monks from the Divine Dragon Holy Temple had completely opened their eyes wide their entire bodies were trembling and the pores all over their bodies seemed to have opened completely as they absorbed the raging wave like power within the music.
Everyone felt their scalps completely numb and even their hair seemed about to stand on end.
This was an unparalleled feast this was an unprecedented soul shaking impact. Everyone even held their breath not daring to exhale as their heartbeats continued to accelerate.