At this moment, several thousand miles away in the territory of Tianshui City, under the cover of night, torrential rain poured down.
Nurudan and the other high ranking warrior lords had already met the envoy of Prince Zhili yesterday. The other party had agreed to all their conditions.
All the high ranking lords of Tianshui City, as long as they raised troops to rebel against the Su Clan, would be granted titles after success. All their territories would become hereditary and inalienable.
In that instant, it shattered all their mental defenses. These high ranking warrior lords had all fought their way up through their own martial strength. If none of their children became high ranking warriors, their families would lose their territories and their armies.
And now Zhili had promised them that as long as they rebelled against the Su Clan, all their territories could become hereditary and inalienable.
Suddenly, all their restraint and all their loyalty vanished into thin air.
This evening, the rain fell fiercely and urgently, madly beating against the earth.
The two thousand soldiers of Nurudan’s territory, fully armed, wearing the latest armour and holding the best weapons, began to assemble and form ranks.
“The Su Clan is inhumane, heaven and earth detest them!”
“The dissolute Su Lun brings heavenly wrath and public resentment!”
“I, Nurudan, leading my family and all the warriors and armies of my territory, formally declare my separation from the Su Clan!”
“To rescue all the suffering people of Tianshui City from fire and water, to save the five hundred li territory of Tianshui City from danger. I formally declare that I am raising troops to rebel against the Su Clan and liberate the countless common people.”
Then, Nurudan fiercely kicked the box in front of him, and countless gold coins surged out like a tidal wave.
“This money is all yours.” Nurudan roared. “The Su Clan is inhumane, I swear to exterminate them. After we capture Tianshui City, everyone will be rewarded with ten years of salary.”
In an instant, all the warriors and all the soldiers went completely mad.
Of course, this sum of money had also been provided by Zhining and Zhili.
“The treacherous Su Lun is absurd, shameless and harms the people. I swear to exterminate him!”
“Set off, attack Tianshui City, heaven exterminates the Su Clan!”
“Bang bang bang bang…” Several thousand fully armed troops, led by several hundred cavalry, marched neatly and orderly towards the main city of Tianshui, three hundred li away.
Looking down from the sky, one could see that there were eighteen more armies like this.
The territory of Tianshui City stretched five hundred li, covering about forty thousand square kilometres. The main city of Tianshui was located at the easternmost edge.
At this time, nineteen rebel forces, totalling more than thirty thousand people, began to assemble and then surged forward like a tidal wave, vast and mighty, towards the main city of Tianshui.
Like black, terrifying waves, they wanted to completely submerge Tianshui City.
Tonight, there was torrential rain and thunder.
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“Dang dang dang, dang dang dang dang……”
Inside the music hall of the Royal City Academy.
Lanling’s performance of “Fate” had reached its most intense climax.
Everyone present felt their bodies trembling and their souls quivering.
That tingling sensation, that feeling of spiritual trembling, was simply too wonderful.
In that instant, they completely surrendered their souls and let them drift and float in the stormy waves of the music.
That constant feeling of being unable to breathe was simply too wonderful.
And Lanling used all his strength and all his spiritual power to push the entire piece towards the final climax.
Countless notes were like countless sharp arrows, like countless blades, madly and relentlessly charging forward.
All the blood, all the anger, all the flames and all the will were condensed into the sound of the piano and shot fiercely into the entire space.
Fight, fight, fight……
Fight against fate, fight against the royal family that wants to destroy the Su Clan’s fate, fight against all the darkness that wants to strangle one’s own will.
Even if covered in blood, even if smashed to pieces, even if it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Originally, Beethoven’s “Fate” spoke of the people’s power defeating darkness and achieving final victory.
But in Lanling’s hands, the final moment turned into destruction.
It fully displayed his wild will of perishing together.
“Dang dang dang dang dang……” Lanling privately changed the movement. In the final series of notes, he played with the most intense and craziest rhythm, filled with a strong destructive momentum.
At the last note, he exerted all his strength and pressed down fiercely.
“Boom……”
In an instant, the entire harpsichord collapsed and shattered.
The keys also burst apart violently, cutting his hands until they were dripping with blood.
The performance ended.
……
Finally, finally it was over.
Everyone felt that their souls had finally regained freedom and were no longer bound by this piece.
That heart wrenching feeling, that feeling of being unable to breathe, had finally ended.
But it seemed as if their entire bodies and spirits were still not their own, as if they had completely lost themselves after being thoroughly impacted by the stormy waves just now.
Inside the entire hall, there was first a deathly silence.
Everyone’s spirit and soul seemed to still be in a state of numbness, unable to settle down for a long time.
Finally, the frozen expression of the great cultivator Byron gradually recovered.
How many years had it been? How many years had he not experienced such stormy waves of impact and baptism?
This feeling was too good. That suffocating feeling, that feeling of destruction, was too good.
This feeling of wanting to worship was too good.
This feeling of falling from a god at the top of the pyramid to a mortal was too good.
This was not some famous piece at all, nor was it some divine piece. It was a killer that strangled the soul, a poison that gripped everyone’s throat and made them unable to breathe, a devil that made people completely intoxicated and completely worship.
This piece was far more than once in a century. It was completely once in a millennium.
Especially when performed by Su Lun with such madness and near destructive momentum, and with his bloodthirsty performance of perishing together, the effect caused was completely devastating.
The great priest Byron supported his aged body and slowly began to applaud.
“Clap clap clap……”
All the monks of the Dragon God Temple began to applaud.
Then, all the students began to applaud and shed tears.
Finally, everyone stood up and applauded frantically.
Although there were only a few dozen people, the applause was like thunder, resounding through the entire hall.
And Zhining sat motionless in her seat. She knew that her so called suppression had completely become a joke.
Facing such a soul killer level piece, any suppression or any underhanded means was like a dam built with sand, instantly destroyed by the stormy waves of this art, leaving not a single trace.
Moreover, if she dared to mention suppression at this moment, she would become the public enemy of the music world and would face collective attacks from the art world.
Besides, she herself had been completely shocked and lost herself in an instant.
She knew that this was Su Lun sounding the horn of war against her. This was Su Lun’s destructive will of perishing together.
And she herself was the dark force in the music, that evil existence.
In a certain moment while listening to this piece, Zhining even had the feeling of wanting to surrender. She had once been a fanatic of art and she also pursued the trembling of the soul.
In that instant, she not only wanted to surrender to this piece but also wanted to surrender to Su Lun himself.
Because in that instant, she felt that Su Lun was so charming and so heart stirring.
A man who usually appeared so roguish and so shameless, but at critical moments was so crazy and so full of destructive aura.
So talented and so handsome.
Such a man was itself a kind of poison, a poison for women.
It was only after a full few minutes that the applause gradually subsided.
The great cultivator Byron took a deep breath, calmed his mind and said, “May I ask Your Excellency Su Lun, what is the name of this piece of yours?”
“Fate.” Lanling said.
Indeed, only such a name was worthy of this soul killer and pinnacle of art.
“I will not give you a score because I feel I am not qualified enough. I have already completely memorised this piece in my mind. May I take it back to study?” the great cultivator Byron asked.
“Of course.” Lanling said.
“Very well, thank you.” the great cultivator Byron said. “I need to go back. I need to return as quickly as possible because I want to preserve this feeling of destruction, this feeling of being gripped by the throat and unable to breathe, and then experience this piece.”
He did not even ask if this piece was Su Lun’s original work. Because this piece had never appeared in this world before, so it must be Su Lun’s creation.
Moreover, this piece matched Su Lun’s state of mind and situation so perfectly.
Most importantly, such a once in a millennium piece could not be created through any technique at all. It was completely a cry from the depths of the soul and an instantaneous burst of inspiration from beyond the nine heavens.
Therefore, the great cultivator Byron felt that asking whether this piece was made by Su Lun was completely a desecration.
Soon, the great cultivator Byron led all the monks of the Dragon God Temple to leave.
Now it was time for scoring. All the examiners’ eyes turned to Zhining.
All the students present stared at Zhining, waiting for her score.
Zhining picked up her pen, wrote a score on the board, and then turned it over.
“One hundred points!”
Yes, it was one hundred points, a full one hundred points.
Because at this moment her so called suppression had become a complete joke. Even if she was unwilling in her heart ten thousand times, she could only give this score.
Because Su Lun’s performance was crushing and hell level.