Søren's ex-girlfriend, Yiyun, was very beautiful, well-behaved, and had a slim figure. The dress she wore was a little old, but on her, it made her look very graceful.
She walked to the harpsichord and said softly, "I'm going to play an original piece, 'Nowhere to Feel Safe'."
Immediately, all the students sat up straight, and all the examiners widened their eyes, waiting for her performance.
Because Yiyun was the most outstanding musician among all the noble students, with the most artistic talent, and was once Teacher Niya's best student.
As her slender fingers fell, a beautiful sound of the zither floated out.
All the examiners closed their eyes and listened.
This girl was indeed very outstanding. On Earth, she would definitely be at the top level. She was definitely the kind of person who could amaze the entire country with a single brilliant feat.
Moreover, this original song of hers was also very outstanding.
Her family had already fallen, but even if she wanted to return to being a commoner, it was impossible. She still had to maintain the fake dignity of a noble.
After graduating from King City, she couldn't find any future. The only way out was to be treated as a commodity by her father and get married off in exchange for a sum of money.
That kind of desolation mixed with longing infected almost everyone present.
Many girls even began to cry, and many examiners were deeply shocked.
However … the cultivators of the Divine Dragon Temple were completely expressionless. Their faces were filled with absolute indifference, as if Yi Yun's zither music couldn't enter their ears at all. They were still like gods, looking down at the ant-like mortals on the ground.
In their eyes, Evian's "Nowhere to Feel Safe" was nothing but a superficial and pretentious moan. It might be able to fool the tutors of King City's students, but in the eyes of the gods at the top of the pyramid of art, whether it was the song's soul or the song itself, it wasn't worth mentioning.
Seeing this scene, Lan Ling couldn't help but feel anxious. The cultivators of the Divine Dragon Sacred Hall were simply too arrogant and haughty.
Yiyun's original piece was already the most outstanding in the whole of King City, but they didn't even have the qualifications to open their eyes.
But now, Zhi Ning had joined forces with all the examiners in the capital to clearly suppress Lan Ling and would give him the lowest score possible. The only saviors were the cultivators of the Dragon Temple.
However, these people, who were almost like gods, were so arrogant and aloof.
Would his song be able to move them?
Soon, Yi Yun's score came out. The cultivators of the Dragon Temple didn't even open their eyes, let alone give a score.
Only the art tutors of the Royal City Academy and the musicians of the Royal City would give marks.
"Sixty-nine points."
This was Evian's highest score so far.
If it was any other time, Evian's performance could be rated at 90 points. But today, in order to completely suppress Søren, in order to make his low marks appear less conspicuous, the examiners collectively lowered everyone's marks.
So much scheming and mobilizing so many people was all for Søren alone.
Because this examination would decide the outcome of a huge gamble, the fate of a family, and the strategic success or failure of a future heir apparent.
"Next candidate, Søren!"
Instantly, all the students sat up straight. The most interesting scene of the night was about to come.
Of course, these noble students weren't looking forward to Søren's stunning performance, but they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
Because he had made a fool of himself before. In the last end-of-year performance exam, he had made an unparalleled noise.
That kind of unpleasantness and clumsiness couldn't be described in words. It was simply a kind of torture.
And all the examiners opened their eyes wide. The most critical moment of the night had come. Only Princess Zhi Ning still had her eyes half-closed lazily, because the result was already decided.
…
Lan Ling got down from his seat and walked to the center of the concert hall. He sat down in front of the harpsichord and took a deep breath.
At this moment, no matter what, everyone was staring at him, waiting for his first performance.
And the cultivators from the Dragon Temple still had their eyes closed, as if their souls had flown out of their bodies. They had no intention of paying attention to Lan Ling's performance at all.
Because to these gods, listening to these young people's performance was a kind of torture.
Their purpose of coming here was only to supervise. No one in the entire Royal City College had the right to make them bend down and listen.
As for the examiners from the Royal City College, although Søren's performance hadn't started yet, they had already given their scores.
The highest score was 40, the lowest zero, and the average score was 25, which was completely at the bottom.
The cultivators from the Dragon Temple also vaguely knew that Zhi Ning would suppress this student named Søren, because it was related to Zhi Li's future strategy.
However, they wouldn't come out to uphold justice. Since the royal family was willing to suppress a nobleman, the Dragon Temple might not be willing to meddle in this kind of business, especially since Zhi Ning was one of the most beloved students of the great cultivator Byron.
In the eyes of these cultivators from the Dragon Temple, the fate of a small figure like Søren and his family was no different from the destruction of an ant's nest. It was completely ridiculous to ask them to pay attention to Søren and stand up for him.
They were all cultivators from the Art Palace, and what they cared about and pursued was only art and music.
However, these gods were Lan Ling's only hope. If he wanted to save the situation, there was only one way, and that was to use music to completely move these gods who were at the top of the art pyramid.
And the song he chose would be the most impactful song on Earth, and it could even be called the world's most famous song in the eyes of many people.
Lan Ling closed his eyes and began to recall all this, accumulating anger and energy in his heart.
The Suo Enterprise's century-old foundation was about to be destroyed.
His sister, Suo Ningbing, committed suicide by swallowing pills. If he hadn't arrived in time, she would have been dead.
And all this was because Prince Zhi Li wanted to carry out a new strategy to the south, and because of the strategic needs of the Raging Wave Kingdom, the Suo Family was going to be cannon fodder. Søren and Suo Ningbing were going to be crushed like ants.
Why?
Why was the world so unfair?
He tried his best to save himself and fight with all his might. Was he a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or was he going to rush to the windmill?
Should he just give in like this? Absolutely not! To protect his sister, to protect his family, he would rather be smashed to pieces!
Suddenly, all the grief and anger in his heart rushed to his heart like a surging tide.
"Why? Why? "
Then, his five fingers suddenly pressed the piano keys, as if he was going to break them in an instant.
As if he was going to pour out all the grief and anger in his heart.
"Dang dang dang dang, dang dang dang dang dang!"
The incomparably generous and impassioned sound of the piano suddenly sounded.
In an instant, it was like a raging wave hitting the table, hitting the hearts of everyone in the concert hall.
Just eight notes had instantly pierced through their hearts and pierced through their skulls.
That's right, what Lan Ling played was a classic masterpiece on earth, Beethoven's "Fate."
This was the work of the most brilliant era of art on earth, the pinnacle of the world's most talented musician, Beethoven.
This was the pinnacle of his work, this was his work of fighting against fate, this was his work of strangling fate.
Because at that time, Beethoven's lover had to leave him because of her family background and married another noble. Moreover, at that time, Beethoven had determined that deafness could not be cured.
Therefore, the emotion in this song, the impact of the soul, could not be compared with words.
This song could be said to completely ignore any race, any language, any culture.
This piece of music could instantly crush one's soul, and then make one intoxicated, confused, and worshipped.
The song Lan Ling played was the first movement of "Fate," which talked about the power of the people, like a stormy sea rushing toward the dark forces fearlessly, even if it meant blood and death.
At this time, when he played the harpsichord, it seemed even more intense and ferocious. In addition, he had infused all of his dragon power and mental strength into it, the impact was completely unparalleled.
…
Hearing only eight notes, almost all the students stood up abruptly.
All the examiners instantly opened their eyes wide.
Princess Zhi Ning was playing with a jade artifact. When she heard the eight notes, her hands instantly trembled, and the jade artifact that she loved fell to the ground and completely shattered.
And the cultivators of the Dragon Temple who had been scared out of their wits slightly raised their eyebrows, and then for the first time, they opened their eyes and looked at the performer.
How … how could it be so impactful, so shocking?
Just eight notes were enough to break through everyone's spirit.
Was it a coincidence? Or something else?
However, it was not a coincidence.
The eight notes with powerful penetrating power were just the beginning.
Following that, the sound of the zither was like a violent storm, like the raging waves, like the toppling mountains and overturning the seas.
It became more and more intense, and more and more ferocious.
Over and over again, it attacked one's ears, one's heart, and one's spirit.
In the beginning, one would still feel the artistic conception of the song, but as the song went on, one's spirit would be completely lost. One's entire spirit would be completely lost.
His entire person seemed to have turned into a small boat, drifting in the turbulent waves.
He kept tumbling and being hit by the huge waves. He didn't know where he was, but he was lifted up into the sky and then smashed down to hell in the raging waves.
This small boat was completely helpless in the waves, as if it would be smashed into pieces at any moment.
Lan Ling was still playing. It was still the first movement, and it was still powerful. It launched an almost suicidal attack toward the dark forces.
Lan Ling's performance became more and more intense, and he even infused his dragon power and mental strength into his fingers and into the music.
"Dang, dang, dang, dang …"
In the most high-spirited and intense moment, the climax of the first movement came. All the cultivators of the Dragon Temple had already opened their eyes wide, and their bodies were trembling. It was as if all the pores on their bodies had been completely opened, trying to feel the power of the turbulent waves in the music.
Everyone's scalp was completely numb, and even their hair was about to stand on end.
This was an unparalleled feast, and this was an unprecedented shock to the soul. Everyone even held their breath, not daring to breathe, and their hearts kept beating faster.
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
