"Oh my god! An ancient zither worth ten million immortal stones … "
Qianniao seemed to have been scared silly, her mind was filled with ten million immortal stones.
"Little Sister Qianniao, just now, Liu Li said that the last time an ancient zither was auctioned, it was sold for ten million immortal stones. This was a long, long time ago. If an ancient zither is auctioned again, its value … It's definitely more than ten million, maybe thirty to fifty million, or even more."
Xuan Yun's voice came, causing Qianniao, who was originally dazed by ten million immortal stones, to instantly blank out. She muttered absentmindedly: "Thirty to fifty million … Maybe even more … Oh my god!"
Qianniao couldn't hold it in any longer. She ran to Qian Ling's side and said excitedly: "Sister Ling 'er, did you hear that? This ancient zither of yours is worth more than thirty to fifty million. If we sell it, we'll be rich!"
Qian Ling said helplessly: "You little girl only know how to get rich all day. In the future, I'll just change your name to little money grubber."
Liuli said: "Little sister Qianniao, why are you selling such a good zither? The Fenghui zither is a zither that many zither immortals dream of. Many of our seniors in the Lotus Mystic Realm, including senior brother Xuan Yun, have always wanted to have a Fenghui zither. However, the Fenghui zither is too rare. Even if you offer a high price, no one is willing to sell it."
Xuan Yun also said: "Indeed, the Fenghui zither is very rare and has a lot of room for appreciation. It's very worth collecting. Its value is so high that it can't be measured by immortal stones. Most importantly, the reason why the Fenghui zither is called Fenghui is because the zither sound is unique and mysterious. It's like reincarnation in the wind, it's very magical. This is also the real reason why many zither immortals dream of it."
"But … thirty to fifty million is really a lot of immortal stones …"
Qianniao was indeed a little money grubber. Her biggest dream was to have countless immortal stones. However, in her life, let alone thirty to fifty million, even ten million, or even a million immortal stones piled up, she had never seen it before.
"Little sister Qianniao, you really … Thirty to fifty million sounds like a lot, but when you really spend it, it's not much." Liu Li smiled and said, "Right now, an entry-level immortal weapon costs around six million immortal stones on the market. Even if you only buy one, the immortal stones spent every year to refine this immortal weapon are incalculable. The remaining immortal stones won't be used for long at all …"
"Hey, Big Sister Liu Li, don't say that, okay? I'm not as rich as you guys. Thirty to fifty million is nothing to you guys, but to me, it's simply … simply too much. I've never even dreamed of so many Immortal Stones."
Liu Li said helplessly, "This is not a matter of whether you have money or not. In the future, when you have your own fortune and refine it, you will know that 30 to 50 million is really like running water."
Everyone's family background, cultivation, and experience were different, so their horizons were naturally different.
For someone like Qianniao, who was only a Gold Immortal and did not have any good fortune, other than the need for cultivation, the most she spent was to refine her own semi-finished immortal weapon. She did not use much of it throughout the year, and the twenty to thirty thousand immortal stones she earned every year was enough to deal with it.
However …
Xuan Yun and Liu Li were different.
Each of them had two fortunes on them, in addition to two or three immortal weapons and magic treasures, and they were all of the same grade. Just refining these fortunes and magic treasures would cost around several million immortal stones every year, and this was only the necessary expenses. If their daily expenses were added, it would be even more frightening.
One had to know that they were born rich, and their daily expenses were also extravagant. For example, today's delicacies cost more than ten thousand. To Qianniao, it was a luxury, but to them, it was extremely normal, and not worth mentioning at all.
At the side.
Gu Qingfeng poured himself a drink and looked at them. He could not help but sigh.
Although resources were scarce in ancient times and it was not easy to survive, at least everyone had walked one step at a time. As long as one could become an Immortal, one would be considered successful and be respected in the mortal world. Even in the vast wilderness, everyone was an Immortal who had cultivated bitterly. No one was better than the other. Whoever could snatch the resources was considered to have the ability. The gap between the rich and the poor was not too big.
But now …
Immortals did not need to endure anymore.
They were basically born immortals.
After all, it had been ten thousand years since the beginning of the ancient times. The resources of the Upper-Class World had either been occupied or monopolized.
Different family backgrounds meant different fates. The poor would only get poorer, the rich would only get richer, the poor would die poor, and the rich would die rich.
Immortals without family backgrounds were destined to struggle for survival.
Gu Qingfeng was sighing when the sound of a zither suddenly rang out.
Gu Qingfeng held his wine glass, crossed his legs, and changed his posture. He looked over and saw that Qian Ling had already begun to play.
The sound of the zither entered his ears like a gentle breeze, and it echoed in his mind along with the sound of the zither.
The moment the sound of the zither rang out, Gu Qingfeng could not help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Qian Ling's attainments in the field of music surprised him. Although he did not know when Qian Ling had started to study music, it should not have been long. After all, Qian Ling had only cultivated for forty years. Not to mention that she had 'started halfway', even if she had been studying music wholeheartedly for the past forty years, she was definitely talented enough to have such attainments.
Whether it was the flexible use of various finger techniques, the profoundness of various musical string spiritual arts, or the artistic conception of various tunes, they were all extraordinary.
Closing his eyes.
Gu Qingfeng listened carefully to the tune that Qian Ling was playing.
The tune was very beautiful and dreamlike. Immersing oneself in it, it gave one a very strange feeling.
Gu Qingfeng was not the only one who felt this way. Xuan Yun, Azurite, Qianniao, and the others felt the same. They were all affected by Qian Ling's music and were immersed in it. It was as if they had entered a dream. In their dream, they were like happy butterflies dancing freely in the air, leaping over mountain after mountain, river after river, and forest after forest … Just like that, they flew and danced endlessly.
That kind of feeling of freedom was incomparably desirable.
When the song ended, everyone seemed to be still immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves and wanting to continue.
"Wow! What a wonderful feeling … It's really … so desirable … "Azurite asked in amazement." Sister Ling 'er, what song did you play? "
"It's a song I composed not long ago."
"Fairy Qian Ling, I'm really impressed that you can compose such a beautiful song!" Xuan Yun praised. "Can you tell me the name of this song?"
"It doesn't have a name yet."
"If it doesn't have a name, then I'll be so bold as to call it 'Yearning'. What do you think, Fairy Qian Ling?"
"Yearning? That's a good name! "
Azurite and Qian Ling both felt that the name 'Yearning' suited the mood of the song very well.
"Yearning?" Qian Ling murmured and fell into deep thought.
"After listening to the song just now, I was very moved. According to the mood expressed by the song, I thought of the word 'yearning'. If Fairy Qian Ling is not satisfied, please don't take it to heart."
"Young Master Xuan Yun, you've misunderstood. It's not that I'm not satisfied, I just …" Qian Ling shook her head slightly. "I just … I don't know what kind of mood this song is expressing."
"Sister Ling 'er, this is a song you composed yourself. How can you not know the mood of the song?"
"I … really don't know …"
At this time, a lazy voice sounded. "Since you don't know, then let's call it 'Hesitation'."
When the word 'Hesitation' sounded, Qian Ling's heart suddenly trembled. She stared at the ordinary-looking guy who was drinking by himself with a look of disbelief. It was as if she had found a confidant.
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