Chapter 538: Chu Youwei, You Should Focus Your Mind on Eating, Drinking, and Enjoying Yourself!
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"Quite right. Learning some music theory is beneficial. I have quite a collection of instruments here—the Yunxian Qin, the Soul-Severing Pipa, the Emerald Water Xiao, the Linglong…"
As he spoke, Su Cheng waved his hand, and several magical treasures materialized on the massive stone table—all instruments with magical properties. After all, Su Cheng didn't have the habit of collecting musical instruments.
"Master… this…"
Chu Youwei stared at Su Cheng, who had suddenly adopted a playful expression, her mind momentarily blank. What was Master up to?
Had he gone mad?
Shouldn't he be urging her to focus on cultivation?
How could…
"You're my precious little treasure. Why be so formal with your master over such a small thing?" Su Cheng grinned. "I wonder how well you've learned. Might you play a tune for your master?"
Chu Youwei: ???
Does Master actually enjoy listening to music? Is that even right?
Truthfully, she hadn't known her master had such a hobby. But since he wished to hear it, she had no grounds to refuse, did she?
With a flick of her wrist, celestial magic swirled, lifting the Yunxian Qin slowly into the air. Chu Youwei stepped back two paces and sat cross-legged.
As her master's disciple, she wouldn't hesitate to dance or play the zither—or even die—if he asked.
The only unease in her heart stemmed from the fact that this was truly her first time engaging in such an act.
The Yunxianqin gently settled upon her knees. Chu Youwei was truly a beauty that could make fish sink and birds fall from the sky, a face that could make the moon hide its light.
The Yun Xianqin had no visible strings. From afar, it resembled nothing more than a piece of broken wood. Yet, when infused with spiritual energy, luminous strings materialized, slowly taking shape.
Her jade-like fingers gently plucked the strings as Chu Youwei smiled at her master. This was the life she had hoped for—in her master's eyes at this moment, there was only her, and her alone.
Yet perhaps Su Cheng hadn't anticipated that Chu Youwei's interest in music wasn't genuine—she merely wished to practice so she could play for her master later.
Besides her master, she wouldn't bother playing for anyone else.
She knew she wasn't as gifted in song and dance as the fox demon, nor as fond of sweet talk as Shi Yao. She couldn't match Dongfang Jue's brilliance, nor Miaomiao's steadiness and reliability.
But she believed she could do anything for her master—including abstaining from intimacy.
If her master did not desire it, she would not force him—even though she yearned for his favor.
Otherwise, would he really think she was some kind of good girl? Master guarded himself from every angle—could he still press his sword against her throat?
It was obvious. She had stabbed her master, yet he hadn't even brought himself to scold her!
If she truly slept with her master, what could he possibly do to her?
She knew full well the worst would be a few scolding words after dawn.
"Youwei, what are you thinking about? Daydreaming again?"
"Hm?" Chu Youwei froze. Could this be real…
She'd heard that musical tones could reflect one's inner state. With her powerful spiritual awareness, she could easily play ten instruments simultaneously. But could her master really detect her distraction?
"Heh, surprised?"
Chu Youwei remained silent, regaining her focus and resuming her playing…
Chu Youwei knew her master was omnipotent, but she never imagined he was also… so multi-talented!
Sure, his calligraphy was all crooked and messy—only his own name looked somewhat decent…
Though Chu Youwei herself had only recently begun her studies, the disciples of Lingxian Hall were all exceptionally gifted prodigies. Their capacity for learning and comprehension was unparalleled. While Chu Youwei couldn't claim mastery of musical theory yet, playing a few melodies posed no difficulty.
Such talent, if found elsewhere, would be fiercely sought after by countless masters.
But as everyone knew, even such a prodigy barely met Lingxian Hall's entry requirements.
Compared to the talents of her master and Lady Gu Ai, even Chu Youwei couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.
Su Cheng's lips curved into a sly smile. "Since I'm in a good mood today, how about I play a tune for Yuwei?"
Such a treat was not to be refused!
"Yes, Master! I've never heard you play before!" Chu Youwei was both surprised and delighted. Was today some kind of special day?
It seemed Master had been in a splendid mood since entering the door?
In the courtyard, Ye Qinghan froze upon hearing the Master's words…
"Shiyao, perhaps we should go back and check? What if Master has hidden some delicious treats?"
Ye Qinghan dared not admit she'd been eavesdropping. Though her master likely wouldn't reprimand her, it was still somewhat improper.
Master playing the zither—could she really listen to this without paying?
If her master hadn't confiscated everything she owned, she would have insisted on offering some kind of reward!
"Qinghan, Shiyu, come in."
Hearing this, Li Shiyu followed Ye Qinghan in, sneaking in like a thief. She immediately piped up, "Master, I was just wandering around. I've been reading all afternoon. Hey? Isn't this the Yunxian Qin?"
Su Cheng remained silent. Since he was in a good mood today, he might as well show off his skills for his beloved disciple. As the Revered One and the Sovereign, his reputation was well-earned.
"Whoa… Hold on. This qin might not withstand it. I must first…"
As he spoke, Su Cheng swept his massive hand, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy that instantly poured into the Yuen Xian Qin with a single palm strike!
Now, the entire Yunxian Qin was enveloped in golden light. The strings, which had been milky white and translucent moments before, had transformed into golden strings!
"It should be fine now. How about I play 'Killing Formation' for you?"
Amidst the commotion, Miaomiao in the courtyard remained unmoved. It wasn't that she wasn't curious; she simply knew what she had to do.
Miaomiao naturally noticed that all her senior sisters had gone to seek out the Master, even Yulan and Baitao had gone.
Cangjue, who had recently come to visit and spent the night in the master's quarters, had just woken up and was now also heading to the library.
But Miao Miao understood clearly that her focus must remain on cultivation. Her senior sisters possessed profound, unfathomable cultivation bases—they could afford to rest appropriately. But her?
She could only compensate for her shortcomings through diligence. Only the slow bird must fly first, fly diligently, and keep flying!
Only through relentless effort could she hope to catch up to her seniors.
She might not surpass them all, but at the very least, she couldn't afford to embarrass herself, right?
A direct disciple of Lingxian Hall who hadn't even built a foundation yet—how could she bear to let that be known?
"Here, I can still hear Master's melodies. This piece seems to perfectly complement Miao Miao's sword dance~"
Perhaps to assuage her regret, or simply to console herself, Miao Miao slowly swung her sword to the masterful strains of her master's qin…
The scene shifts back to the library. Watch Su Cheng play the qin—the group of young admirers across from him are practically drooling!
Worse still, take Su Cheng's own First Disciple—her drool had already soaked through her clothes!
Who could resist such a sight!
Ye Qinghan felt the melodies enter his ears like sipping enlightenment tea, sending his spirit soaring to distant realms. He seemed plunged into a killing formation, surrounded by swirling dust and the neighing of warhorses—as if standing amidst the battlefield itself!
Turning to his master, each pluck of the strings sent spiritual energy rippling through the dark hair at his temples. His expression shifted—sometimes solemn, sometimes wildly arrogant as the music surged, as if he alternated between dominating the chaos and being utterly consumed by it. It was utterly captivating!
Was this the treatment reserved for a direct disciple? Master could truly be called the finest teacher under heaven. Ye Qinghan couldn't help but glance at Chu Youwei.
With her ability to read minds, she naturally understood the Master's painstaking efforts. For Chu Youwei's sake, the Master had truly exhausted every possible means.
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