Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 122 - 89: Soul Ceremony, Guardian Grassman, Anping Town Harvest Festival

Chapter 122: Chapter 89: Soul Ceremony, Guardian Grassman, Anping Town Harvest Festival

Gucheng turned around and saw that it was Jiang Jiuxian, the musician, walking over.

Before the banquet started, he had heard Zong Shichang introduce him. This man was an official from the Nanyang Music Hall and was considered Lu Qian’s senior brother.

"Qianqian, don’t be easily deceived by others," Jiang Jiuxian said sternly, his gaze sharp when it landed on Gucheng’s face.

"Brother Jiang?" Lu Qian was somewhat displeased, "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

Seeing that Lu Qian did not seem convinced, Jiang Jiuxian quickly said, "How rare are new battle lyrics and battle compositions? If they were truly for sale, they would come from master musicians, not in a small place like Gucheng. Moreover, he isn’t even a musician, just an irrelevant Minister of Agriculture."

Gucheng was displeased, what did it mean by "just a Minister of Agriculture"!

Did he underestimate the Minister of Agriculture?

"Brother Jiang, you can call me a fraud, but don’t attack my profession," Gucheng said.

Jiang Jiuxian snorted, "Don’t speak to me like we’re equals. If it weren’t for Zong Shichang’s sake, I would have exposed you publicly. If you have any self-awareness, leave quickly while not many know about this. Don’t put on a farce here."

He had been displeased with Gucheng since after the dance and music performance ended.

Everyone else gave rewards but you come empty-handed, do you not understand etiquette?

Then, his beloved junior sister proactively performed in front of this man, and who knows what sweet words he said to make her lose her mind!

Before Gucheng could speak, Lu Qian defended him, "Brother, you don’t understand, he isn’t what you think."

Jiang Jiuxian felt even more sour inside upon hearing this.

It was infuriating, to say "you don’t understand," how could a brief conversation make you understand him so well?

"Junior sister, sober up!" Jiang Jiuxian’s voice unconsciously grew louder.

Seeing that Jiang Jiuxian was still blocking her way, Lu Qian was also a bit displeased, "Jiang Jiuxian, I can judge the facts myself. You don’t need to meddle. Disturbing others’ peace like this, is that what a musician would do? Step aside!"

With that, Lu Qian pulled Gucheng to bypass him directly.

Jiang Jiuxian was furious, feeling like his head was going to explode, his gaze was almost murderous.

Seeing that he couldn’t persuade her, he immediately ran to find Liu Muqing and the other ladies from the Music Hall.

Because of this commotion, the guests enjoying the moonlight in the top-floor private rooms gathered together.

"Brother Jiang, what happened, why are you knocking so urgently?" Zong Shichang was somewhat displeased. I was just about to hold Miss Liu’s hand and you’re knocking like this, don’t you have any sense?

"Mr. Zong, Miss Liu, come with me. Lu Qian has been deceived and I couldn’t persuade her. Please go enlighten her."

"What?" Liu Muqing regained her composure, "Deceived, what do you mean?"

Jiang Jiuxian briefly explained what had just happened.

Zong Shichang felt a bit uncomfortable, you dare call my godfather a fraud? I would know if he was a fraud or not. Moreover, making such a fuss, where would my reputation stand?

"Brother Jiang, I advise you not to make a big deal out of this. I know Mr. Zhao, he would never make baseless claims."

He was advising Jiang Jiuxian not to seek humiliation.

After the previous events, Zong Shichang’s confidence in Gucheng was sky-high.

But Jiang Jiuxian said:

"Shichang you are the Minister of Agriculture, you don’t understand, creating battle lyrics and battle compositions is not so easy!"

"..." Zong Shichang felt more displeased with Jiang Jiuxian’s attack on his profession, but considering Liu Muqing, he didn’t react.

Seeing everyone gathered around, he had no choice but to follow him to find Gucheng and Lu Qian.

.....

"Open the door!""Open the door!"

"Miss Lu, is Mr. Zhao inside?"

"Qian’er..."

Outside the private room, a group of people knocked on the door.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Qian opened the door, somewhat astonished at the crowd at the door.

Zong Shichang said, "Brother Jiang said you’ve been deceived, is that true?"

Lu Qian’s gaze immediately turned sharp when looking at Jiang Jiuxian, "Jiang Jiuxian, didn’t I tell you not to meddle!"

Jiang Jiuxian, drunk and disregarding the consequences, said, "Where is he? Whether he’s a fraud, we’ll know when he comes out!"

Some musicians and dancers echoed, "Qian’er, creating high-quality new battle lyrics and compositions is too incredible. If it were me, I also wouldn’t believe it."

"Creating battle lyrics, battle compositions, and battle dances, even creating one is amazing, not to mention two at once?"

Lu Qian glared at Jiang Jiuxian, "Why are you shouting? He’s already left."

Left?

Zong Shichang, Liu Muqing, and the others exchanged glances.

The other guests were also puzzled, could it be he really ran away fearing exposure?

Jiang Jiuxian became even more energetic, "If he wasn’t guilty, how could he leave without saying anything? Junior sister, haven’t you realized it yet, he is..."

Lu Qian couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, she directly took out a set of water-patterned paper sheets from her bosom.

When these water-patterned paper sheets appeared.

Jiang Jiuxian’s words were forcibly cut off.

Because he felt an intense ’omen,’ this feeling was so strong that it made his whole body tremble, unable to speak.

The other musicians were the same, their gazes uncontrollably drawn to the water-patterned sheets.

The dancers were slightly better off, given that only battle compositions and battle lyrics were involved, lacking the battle dance part.

But they were equally shocked.

This was clearly the feeling only the original copy could give!

"It’s actually real?"

"Did you feel it?"

"This must at least be a seventh-rank battle composition and battle lyrics, right?"

"You are underestimating it. If it gets widely sung, its upper limit could be even higher!"

"It’s definitely the original, only the original has such power."

Jiang Jiuxian’s face turned pale, his gaze vacant, he didn’t expect to be so utterly proven wrong.

Seeing this, Lu Qian put the water-patterned sheet away, her gaze coldly fixed on Jiang Jiuxian: