Surviving The Fourth Calamity
Chapter 163 - 18 The Adorable Little Princess’ Joyful Celebration Party_2

Chapter 163: Chapter 18 The Adorable Little Princess’ Joyful Celebration Party_2

"But since it’s New Year’s, I’ll satisfy everyone’s wishes and invite a lovely lady to be the host," he said.

"Paintbrush, it’s all yours now!"

Yeyu Qingyu suddenly spoke up, "Yue Xiaoluo, you are always in the know. Does this mean that Paintbrush is intent on winning this three-way war or has Fenmo Wuxin decided to withdraw?"

Yue Xiaoluo quickly took out her tablet, waving her hand nonstop. "Wait, wait, I need to check."

The others, although silent, glanced at Yue Xiaoluo from the corners of their eyes.

She soon looked up, her eyes shining brightly as she addressed everyone, "Fenmo Wuxin hasn’t been online. He announced two days ago that he’s going matchmaking on the third day of the New Year!

Mobi Chenxin still hasn’t budged, but Paintbrush is the only girl among the high ranks of Black and White Path, and she volunteered, so no one wants to compete with her!"

"Oh~~~" Everyone exclaimed almost in unison.

Hill smiled.

Compared to seeing the horrors of the Abyss, the heavy-hearted trio, it’s the carefree Undead Tribe that seems more relaxing. Although daunted by the terror of the Lord of the Abyss, at least the news that Legendary Demons can’t pass through the Abyssal Gate also relieved Fran and Adrian.

Hill remembered that although there is definitely more than one Abyssal Gate, each one is very far from the others.

At least within the borders of the three countries that Saral is part of, it’s impossible to have another.

Fran returned without speaking directly, probably because William didn’t plan to act against the Divine Kingdom where the Main Temple is located in Diodisio at this time.

Hill also understood that unless the people of this country planned to move to the Abyss, the battles there would only get more intense, after all they can only rely on themselves, and William was unlikely to send players to help.

And the one in the Starry Sky, the God of Nobility guarding his own Divine Kingdom, until everything is over, the God of Time and Space won’t let Him go, He will definitely settle this account with Him.

Paintbrush, this young girl stood gracefully, her smile bright and sweet, warming as if the whole world was aglow, and the happiness in her heart seemed to overflow through the screen.

Hill didn’t know what to say, but maybe this was her pursuit?

"This girl’s foolishness!" Old Cat suddenly exclaimed, "Fenmo Wuxin has withdrawn, but there are others! Do you really think a little tantrum will chase away all the butterflies drawn to the honey?

Previously it was because Fenmo was there, the others didn’t stand a chance.

From now on, it will change from a three-leg stand to a battle of numerous contenders!"

"At least she’s happy for now," Yeyu Qingyu said gently, holding Yun Che’s hand, "I hope she gets what she wishes for."

"Better not," Xiao Chenhuan chimed in, "If it really comes to that, Mobi Chenxin won’t be able to stand it any longer.

The guy’s a committed bachelor and playboy, and he’s never hidden it.

These two girls have almost trapped him in these past two years.

Many people say that if Mobi Chenxin really decides to leave Black and White Path, there’s a high chance he’ll quit the game and return to his rich second generation life of luxury."

"Before, Mobi used to like hosting his Black and White Path gang at his house, but that hasn’t happened in the last two years," Yue Xiaoluo added, "Mobi should be as rich as Young Master, very flaunty before, or else he wouldn’t have so many enemies."

The group fell silent together, as this kind of matter really wasn’t something outsiders could comment on.

During the live stream, Paintbrush continued to happily wish everyone a happy New Year and all the best.

She held up a megaphone. "Originally, we were supposed to start the first program, but first! We have some good news to share with everyone—Sister Cunlü from Black Rose and Mr. Hard Wind joyfully welcomed their 6.6-pound little princess!"

"Yo yo yo yo yo!" Cheers and applause erupted from the screen.

"Magpies sing from the branches, finally to hold the flower in hand.

Bless the adorable little princess. May spring winds cut the ribbon and bring a blossom to her face, and autumn waters sculpt her skin as delicate as jade.

May the newborn bring endless joy to Sister Cunlü and Mr. Hard Wind. May the little princess grow up healthy and happy under the care of her parents!" Paintbrush said with a bright, sincere smile as she blessed them.

Excited cheers erupted from the stands as people began setting off fireworks.

Adrian looked on carefully. "What’s this all about? What’s the use?"

These fireworks were actually made by players who studied alchemy.

Although the main purpose was to create powerful alchemical bombs, unfortunately, most players except killing themselves didn’t make much progress, and many who studied alchemy were nearly penniless.

However, after creating these colorful fireworks, the alchemists made a fortune, and many of them managed to survive because of this invention.

Hill rested his chin on his hand and didn’t plan to respond—after all, for players, such non-damaging fireworks were very much appreciated.

But in this world that prides on power, even the bombs made by apprentices were more meaningful.

"They like beautiful things," Fran said affirmatively, "They must be happy people, their world must be wonderful."

Hill didn’t speak, just looked dreamily at the fireworks dancing across the sky.

Even underground, the entire domain was illuminated as if it were daytime, beautifully so.

"So beautiful!" Adrian murmured.

"The best thing about this place is that many musical instruments can be made by hand," Paintbrush continued, "So, welcome our orchestra!

These past few days have been tough on all of you!"

Hill blinked, watching the orchestra seated on both sides of the stage.

This truly was a fusion of East and West: guqin, xiao, pipa, dizi, erhu, liuqin, guzheng, yangqin, and da gu. Hill also spotted xun and suona.

Someone managed to make a suona? Isn’t it made of metal?

Violins—large, medium, and small—and clarinets, Hill somewhat understood: vertical flutes, piccolos all normal, timpani and xylophones were fine too, but how did you manage the piano?

The harp could be modified from the 7-stringed instruments of this world; Adrian and Fran were drawn to this 47-string harp as they were both proficient in it.

Paintbrush waited for the orchestra to settle down and then bowed to them, raising his left hand, "Please welcome the conductor to the stage."

Hill heard the sound of spluttering laughter from downstairs by Old Cat and others, but it was understandable; nobody would recognize that the young man in the small tuxedo was their own Young Master.

With a smile, Paintbrush said, "Although everyone here knows him, please allow me to introduce him—a student from the National Academy of Music, specializing in conducting, from the Youth Journey of the Wenjian World."

The audience was noisy, though everyone knew the Young Master was definitely a student, but an artist—that took them by surprise.

"He actually isn’t from the sports department?" exclaimed Old Cat.

"Are you stupid? With his family’s wealth, why would he study sports?" Xiao Chenhuan said, "Unless he really had the skills, he would’ve become a well-known athlete by now."

"No, you should say, I didn’t expect him to study the arts, and he’s quite good at it," Yue Xiaoluo criticized, "National Academy is not a place you can just buy your way into."

"My artsy young guy filter is shattered!" Yeyu Qingyu suddenly screamed, "It’s broken into pieces. How can I watch idol dramas now? From now on, the beautiful young men I imagine will all have to change to this thing."

Yun Che consoled her, "Just think of me instead, it’s a good time to switch the male lead."

Paintbrush gave everyone a few minutes to absorb the shock, then announced, "Please enjoy: Celebrating the Spring Festival!"

In the lively and festive music, Hill felt somewhat bewildered; though it hardly resembled it, it sounded very much like his own world’s Spring Festival Prelude.

"Their world has many instruments!" Adrian said with emotion, interrupting Hill’s reverie.

"Yes, and to think they could make them in our world too," Hill responded.

"Such a joyful and grand tune," Fran commented as well.

Adrian looked intently at the screen; "With so many instruments, even a conductor is needed," he said hesitantly, "The character of the Undead Tribe is really complicated."

Hill, observing Adrian watching the Young Master, was tempted to say that such a split personality was rare in any world.

But seeing the serious expression, earnest and meticulous Young Master, Hill swallowed his words.

Better to enjoy the music! So charming indeed!