Chapter 76

Solen's ex-girlfriend, Yvonne, was exceptionally beautiful, well-behaved, and had a slender, graceful figure. The dress she wore was a bit old, but it accentuated her figure beautifully.

She walked up to the harpsichord and said softly, "I will perform my original composition, 'Nowhere to Find Peace.'"

Immediately, all the students sat up straight, and all the examiners opened their eyes wide, waiting for her performance.

Because Yvonne was the most outstanding in music among all the noble students, the most artistically talented, and had once been the best student of Mentor Nia.

As her delicate fingers touched the keys, beautiful music immediately filled the air.

All the examiners closed their eyes to listen.

This girl was indeed very talented; even on Earth, she would be considered a top-level performer, the kind who could make a stunning debut in a national competition.

Moreover, her original composition was also very impressive.

It expressed her state of mind, which had nowhere to rest. Her family had fallen from grace, but even if she wanted to return to being a commoner, it was impossible. She still had to maintain the false dignity of the nobility.

After graduating from the royal city, she could not find any future. The only path was for her father to treat her as a commodity, marrying her off for a substantial sum of money.

The sense of melancholy mixed with hope in her music infected almost everyone present.

Many girls even began to cry, and many examiners were deeply moved.

However, the cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple remained completely expressionless, their faces cold, as if Yvonne's music did not even reach their ears. They still looked down on the people below like gods.

Indeed, from their perspective, Yvonne's "Nowhere to Find Peace" was merely superficial and artificial, a pretense of suffering. It might fool the mentors of the royal city students, but for these gods at the pinnacle of art, both the soul and the composition itself were insignificant.

Seeing this, Lanling could not help but feel uneasy. These cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple were too proud and too high above everyone else.

Yvonne's original composition was already the best in the entire royal city academy, yet it did not even make them open their eyes.

Now, Zining, along with all the examiners of the royal city academy, clearly intended to suppress Lanling and give him the lowest score. The only hope was the cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple.

However, these near-gods were so arrogant and so high above everyone else.

Could his composition move them?

Soon, Yvonne's score was announced. The cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple did not open their eyes, let alone give a score.

Only the art mentors of the royal city academy and the royal city musicians gave scores.

"Sixty-nine points."

This was Yvonne's score, the highest so far.

If it were any other time, Yvonne's performance could have earned her ninety points. But today, to thoroughly suppress Solen and make his low score seem less conspicuous, the examiners collectively lowered everyone's scores.

Such a deliberate and grand effort was all for Solen.

Because this exam determined the outcome of a major bet, the fate of a family, and the success or failure of a future crown prince's strategy.

"Next candidate, Solen!"

Immediately, all the students sat up straight. The most interesting moment of the evening was about to begin.

Of course, these noble students were not expecting Solen to perform brilliantly, but rather to see him make a fool of himself.

Because he had done so before. In the last year-end performance exam, he had created an unparalleled noise.

The ugliness and clumsiness were indescribable, a sheer torment.

All the examiners opened their eyes wide. The most crucial moment of the evening had arrived. Only Princess Zining remained lazily half-closed her eyes, as the result was already determined.

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Lanling got up from his seat, walked to the center of the music hall, and sat down at the harpsichord, taking a deep breath.

At this moment, regardless of their intentions, everyone was staring at him, waiting for his first note.

The cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple, however, still had their eyes closed, as if their souls had already flown away, showing no interest in Lanling's performance.

Because, to these gods, listening to these young people play was a torment.

Their purpose was merely to supervise. No one in the entire royal city academy had the qualifications to make them bow their heads and listen.

For the examiners of the royal city academy, although Solen's performance had not yet begun, they had already given him a score.

The highest was forty points, the lowest zero, and the final average was twenty-five, placing him at the bottom.

The cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple also vaguely knew that Zining would suppress this student named Solen, as it related to Zili's future strategy.

However, they would not intervene. If the royal family could suppress a noble student, the Divine Dragon Temple was not necessarily willing to meddle in such trivial matters, especially since Zining was one of the most beloved students of the great cultivator Byron.

The fate of Solen and his family, in the eyes of these Divine Dragon Temple cultivators, was no different from the destruction of an ant colony. Expecting them to pay attention or stand up for Solen was a dream.

They were all cultivators of the Art Temple, and what they cared about and pursued was only art and music.

However, these gods were Lanling's only hope. To turn the tide, there was only one path: to use music to thoroughly move these gods at the pinnacle of art.

He chose a piece from Earth, one of the most impactful masterpieces, even considered by many to be the world's top composition.

Lanling closed his eyes, recalling everything, and gathering his anger and energy.

The century-old foundation of the Solen family was about to be destroyed.

His sister, Soling Bing, had taken an overdose of medicine and would have died if he had not arrived in time.

And all of this was because Prince Zili wanted to implement a new southern strategy, and the Solen family had to become cannon fodder. Solen and Soling Bing were to be crushed like ants.

Why?

Why was the world so unjust?

Was his desperate struggle, his fight, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or Don Quixote tilting at windmills?

Would he just give in? No, to protect his sister, to protect his family, he was willing to shatter himself into pieces!

Suddenly, all the sorrow and anger in his heart surged like a tidal wave.

"Why? Why?"

Then, his five fingers slammed down on the keys, as if trying to shatter them instantly.

As if trying to pour out all the sorrow and anger in his heart.

"Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da!"

The music was incredibly stirring and passionate, suddenly filling the music hall and striking everyone's hearts.

Just eight notes instantly pierced their hearts and their minds.

Indeed, Lanling was playing Beethoven's "Fate" from Earth.

This was a masterpiece from the most brilliant era of art on Earth, the pinnacle work of the world's most talented musician, Beethoven.

This masterpiece was his struggle against fate, his defiance of fate.

At the time, Beethoven's lover had to leave him due to her family background and marry another noble. Moreover, Beethoven had already determined that his deafness was incurable.

So, the emotions in this piece, the soul's collision, were beyond words.

This piece could transcend any race, any language, any culture.

It could instantly shatter your heart, then make you醉, make you lost, make you worship.

Lanling played the first movement of "Fate," which depicted the power of the people surging towards the dark forces, fearless, even in the face of blood and death.

Playing it on the harpsichord, it sounded even more intense and fierce. Adding his dragon power and mental energy, the impact was incomparable.

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Just hearing these eight notes, almost all the students stood up abruptly.

All the examiners instantly opened their eyes wide.

Princess Zining, who was playing with a jade artifact, suddenly trembled at the sound of these eight notes, and the jade artifact she loved fell to the ground and shattered.

The cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple, who had been in a trance, slightly raised their eyebrows and opened their eyes for the first time, looking at the performer.

It was... so impactful, so震撼.

Just eight notes had instantly pierced everyone's spirit.

Was it a coincidence? Or something else?

However, it was not a coincidence.

These eight notes with powerful penetration were just the beginning.

The following music was like a storm, like a tidal wave, like a mountain collapsing.

It became more and more intense, more and more fierce.

It repeatedly struck your ears, your heart, your spirit.

At first, you could still appreciate the meaning of the piece, but as it continued, your entire spirit was completely lost.

You felt like a small boat in a storm, tossed and turned, not knowing where you were, just being thrown up to the sky and down to hell by the waves.

This small boat, in the waves, was completely out of control, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Lanling's performance continued, still the first movement, still the powerful force attacking the dark forces, almost suicidally.

Lanling's performance became more and more intense, even infusing his dragon power and mental energy into his fingers and the music.

"Da-da-da-da..."

In the most intense and passionate part, the first movement arrived. All the cultivators from the Divine Dragon Temple had opened their eyes wide, their bodies trembling, their pores fully open, feeling the power of the tidal waves in the music.

Everyone's scalp was completely numb, and their heads felt like they were about to explode.

This was an unparalleled feast, an unprecedented soul-shaking experience. Everyone held their breath, their hearts beating faster and faster.

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