World-Ending Demon Emperor-Chapter 79 - 76 The Pinnacle Creation Soul Blast!

79: Chapter 76: The Pinnacle Creation, Soul Blast!

79 -76: The Pinnacle Creation, Soul Blast!

Suo Lun’s ex-girlfriend, Yi Yun, was incredibly beautiful and graceful, slender and moving.

Her dress was a bit old, but when worn by her, it highlighted a figure that was very enchanting.

She approached the clavecin and said softly, “The original composition I will perform is ‘Nowhere to Feel at Ease’.”

Immediately, all the students sat up straight, and all the examiners’ eyes widened, waiting for her performance.

Because Yi Yun was the most outstanding in music among all the noble students, the most artistically talented, and once the best student of Tutor Niya.

As her delicate fingers fell on the keys, the beautiful sound of the piano floated out instantly.

All the examiners closed their eyes to listen.

This girl was truly remarkable.

On Earth as well, she would definitely be considered first-class, absolutely capable of creating a sensation in a national competition.

Moreover, her original composition was also exceptionally good.

It conveyed her feeling of having nowhere to place her heart, as her family had fallen from grace, yet she couldn’t become a commoner even if she wished and still had to maintain the false dignity of a noble.

After graduating from the Royal City Academy, she couldn’t find any prospects.

The only way out was for her father to treat her as a commodity and marry her off in exchange for a substantial sum of money.

The breath of bleakness tinged with longing touched nearly everyone present.

Many female students even started to cry, and many of the examiners were deeply moved.

But…

the monks from the Dragon Temple were completely expressionless, their faces showing absolute indifference as if Yi Yun’s piano sound could not reach their ears at all.

They continued to look down from their lofty positions like gods, gazing indifferently upon the mortals below.

And that was indeed the case.

In their eyes, Yi Yun’s ‘Nowhere to Feel at Ease’ was merely shallow, affected, and melodramatic, suitable to deceive the tutors of the Royal City Academy perhaps, but to those at the pinnacle of the artistic pyramid, both the soul and essence of the piece were insignificant.

Seeing this, Lanling couldn’t help feeling anxious.

These monks from the Dragon Temple were too arrogant, too aloof.

Yi Yun’s original composition was already the most outstanding in the entire Royal City Academy, yet it wasn’t even worthy of their attention.

And now, Zhi Ning was collaborating with all the examiners of the Royal City Academy to suppress Lanling and would give the lowest score.

The only hope laid with the monks of the Dragon Temple.

However, these almost divine beings were so proud and so aloof.

Could his own composition move them?

Soon, Yi Yun’s score was announced.

The monks of the Dragon Temple didn’t open their eyes, let alone give a score.

Only the tutors of the Hall of Arts and musicians of the Royal City gave their scores.

“Sixty-nine.”

That was Yi Yun’s score, currently the highest.

If this were any other time, Yi Yun’s performance could score ninety points.

But today, in order to suppress Suo Lun completely, to make his low score not seem abrupt, the examiners collectively lowered everyone’s scores.

Such a deliberate scheme, mobilizing so much effort, was all for the sake of Suo Lun alone.

Because this examination determined the outcome of a huge wager, the fate of a family, the success or failure of a strategy for a future crown prince.

“Next candidate, Suo Lun!”

At once, all the students sat up sharply; the most interesting moment of the evening was about to arrive.

Of course, these noble students were not expecting Suo Lun to dazzle them; rather, they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Because he had been embarrassed before.

In the last end-of-year performance exam, he had produced an unparalleled cacophony.

It was so unpleasant, so clumsy, that words could not describe it; it was torture.

And all the examiners’ eyes were wide open in unison.

The most critical moment of the evening had arrived, with only Princess Zhining remaining half-closed with her eyes, lazy, as the outcome was already decided.

…

Lanling rose from his seat and walked to the center of the concert hall, sitting down in front of the clavecin and taking a deep breath.

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

And the monks of the Dragon God Temple still had their eyes closed, as if their souls had already departed, showing no intention of paying attention to Lanling’s performance.

The fact was, in the eyes of these divine beings, listening to these young people’s performances was a kind of torture.

They had come merely to supervise.

To expect them to condescend and listen, not a soul in the Royal City Academy was worthy of such attention.

For the examiners of the Royal City Academy, although Suo Lun’s performance had not yet started, they had already fixed their scores.

The highest was forty points, the lowest was zero, and the average final score was twenty-five, the absolute bottom.

The monks of the Dragon God Temple were also vaguely aware that Zhi Ning would suppress this student named Suo Lun, as it related to Prince Zhi Li’s future strategy.

But they would not intervene for the sake of justice.

Since the royal family could degrade themselves to suppress a noble child, the Holy Temple was hardly willing to be involved in such trifles, especially since Princess Zhining was one of Lord Byron’s most beloved students.

The fate of someone like Suo Lun, the fate of his family, in the eyes of the monks of the Dragon God Temple, was as insignificant as the demise of an ant colony.

Expecting them to take notice or to advocate for Suo Lun was pure folly.

All were monks of the Hall of Arts; what they cared for, what they pursued, was only art, only music.

Yet, these divine beings were Lanling’s only hope of salvation.

To save the situation, there was only one path: to use music to deeply move those at the pinnacle of the artistic pyramid.

And the piece he chose was one of the most impactful from Earth, even considered by many to be the world’s greatest composition.

Lanling closed his eyes, recounting all this, still gathering the anger and energy within his heart.

The Suo Family’s century-old foundation was about to be destroyed before his eyes.

Suo Ningbing, my sister, attempted suicide by swallowing pills; if I hadn’t arrived in time, she would have already been gone forever.

And all of this, was because Prince Zhi Li insisted on implementing a new southern campaign strategy, a strategy of the Rage Wave Kingdom that demanded the Suo Family be cannon fodder.

Suo Lun, Suo Ningbing were to be crushed like ants.

Why?

Just why?

Why is this world so unjust?

I’m fighting desperately to save everything, fighting desperately in battle, am I tilting at windmills, like Don Quixote charging toward the windmills?

To yield like this?

Never, to protect my sister, to protect my family, I would rather be shattered to pieces!

Suddenly, all the sorrow and rage in my heart surged up, like an overwhelming tidal wave.

“Why?

Why?”

Then, my fingers slammed down on the piano keys, as if I were about to shatter them in an instant.

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

“Dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun dun!”

The piano sounded with immense generosity and intense passion.

In an instant, like a giant wave slamming down, it struck the music hall, hitting the hearts of everyone inside.

Just eight notes, and they instantly pierced their souls, penetrated the tops of their heads.

Indeed, Lanling was playing a classic masterpiece from Earth, Beethoven’s “Fate”.

This was from the most dazzling era of art on Earth, the peak creation of the most talented musician, Beethoven.

This peak creation is his work of defiance against destiny, his work of throttling destiny by the throat.

Because at that time, Beethoven’s lover had to leave him and marry another nobleman due to family background, and Beethoven had also confirmed that his deafness was incurable.

So, the emotions in this piece, that soul-shaking impact, cannot be fully conveyed with words.

This piece completely disregards race, language, culture.

It can collapse your spirit instantly upon the first listen, intoxicating you, bewildering you, commanding your reverence.

Lanling was playing the first movement of “Fate”, which speaks of the people’s power, charging towards the dark forces like overwhelming waves, fearless, even in the face of blood and death.

Played on the harpsichord, the performance sounded even more intense and ferocious.

With all his dragon power, spiritual power infused, the impact was incomparable.

…

Upon hearing just these eight notes, almost all of the students stood up abruptly.

All the examiners instantly widened their eyes.

And Princess Zhining, who had been playing with a jade object, trembled her little hand when she heard these eight notes, and the jade she loved so dearly smashed on the ground, shattering completely.

And the Dragon Temple Monks, whose souls had been wandering far away, their eyebrows twitched slightly, and for the first time they opened their eyes, looking towards the one playing.

The impact, such a shock…

it was unbelievable.

Just eight notes, and they had already instantly pierced everyone’s spirit.

Was it a coincidence?

Or something else?

But this was not a coincidence.

These powerful eight notes were just the beginning.

The piano that followed was like a sudden storm, like monstrous waves, like an overwhelming force.

More and more violent, more and more fierce.

Assaulting your ears time after time, battering your spirit, battering your soul.

At first, you still grasp the theme of the piece, but as you continue to listen, your whole spirit is completely lost.

Yourself,

like a small boat, is adrift in a storm, tumbling continuously, battered by the giant waves, not knowing your whereabouts, just being flung to the sky by the waves one moment and smashed down to hell the next.

The small boat, amidst the waves, is completely at the mercy of the sea, as if at any moment, it could be shattered to pieces.

Lanling’s performance continued, still the first movement, still that powerful force, launching a near-suicidal attack against the dark forces.

Lanling’s performance grew more and more intense, even infusing dragon power, spiritual power into his fingers, into the sounds of the piano.

“Dun dun dun dun…”

In the midst of the most uplifting and intense part, the climax of the first movement arrived, all the monks of the Dragon God Temple had their eyes wide open, their bodies trembling, every pore seemed to open wide, to feel the power of the giant waves in the music.

Everyone’s scalp went numb, as if their hair stood on end.

This was an unparalleled feast, an unprecedented shock to the soul.

Everyone even held their breath, daring not to breathe, as their heart rates accelerated uncontrollably.

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