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Chapter 360 - 360 335 Ancient Music

360: Chapter 335: Ancient Music 360: Chapter 335: Ancient Music “You!” Han Yiyin pointed at the arrogant Xia Huai, unable to utter a word for a long time.

She simply couldn’t refute him, because the facts were indeed as he had said, although she felt an exceptional anger towards Xia Huai, hating him to the bone.

As Xia Huai spoke, the entire venue began to jeer, especially the girls who heard that Han Yiyin might marry Xia Huai, who were loudly mocking her.

“Han Yiyin!

How can you still have the nerve to stand there!

Hurry down!”

“Han Yiyin!

You have no real talent at all!

Stop clinging to powerful connections!”

“You don’t deserve to be Xia Huai’s opponent!

What skill is there in relying on others?!

If you really had the ability, you’d come up yourself!”

“…”

Each mocking word that entered Han Yiyin’s ears made her grit her teeth in anger, wishing she could rush over and slap these chatterboxes one by one.

In the stands, Xiao Shuren heard these words and felt even worse.

She knew her daughter’s temper the best; always competitive and eager to win, how could she bear to hear such words?

“Old Han, listen to what they’re saying?!

How can Yiyin stand it!

And that Xia Huai, how can he, being so grown up, not keep his mouth in check, don’t know how the Xia Family raised him!

I absolutely do not agree to have such a person as my son-in-law!” Xiao Shuren said with a furrowed brow, although usually very strict, she loved her daughter deeply.

“Why is this child acting so unusually today?

It shouldn’t just be because of a first place, could it be just for a pink diamond?” Han Qishan also felt very perplexed.

“It’s because there is a master present, influencing Xia Huai’s temperament,” came a magnetic and sweet voice from behind Han Qishan.

Han Qishan turned his head and immediately respectfully invited the glamorously dressed, enchanting woman to come to his side.

Xiao Shuren felt somewhat displeased to see that it was her husband’s senior sister, Yi Hanyan, because she always felt this woman was too seductive, seeming to entice men with every move, exuding a feminine allure completely.

Men might like such women, but women hated them.

“Senior sister, what did you mean by your words just now?” Han Qishan asked Yi Hanyan, not surprised by her attire and the unique charm she exuded because Yi Hanyan was an exceptional genius rarely seen in a hundred years in the Immortal Ascension Pavilion, and the only one who had mastered the Stealing Essence Skill.

“What I meant is that the location of this competition hides a master.

I interacted with him a few hours ago.

He unconsciously emits a power that affects people’s temperaments, making those who are beneficial to him draw closer, while those detrimental to him unconsciously lose control and make foolish moves.

I originally thought our master made me practice this Cultivation Technique just for its worldly benefits, but it turns out there’s even greedier than that,” Yi Hanyan said bluntly, sitting carefreely in Han Qishan’s spot, crossing her dazzling white legs, resting a hand through her long hair, immediately attracting many men’s gazes.

Han Qishan had long known Yi Hanyan had such a temperament, further uninhibited due to their master’s favor, so he could only respond, “Senior sister, master said you’re practicing a grand technique to explore the essence of Dao through life’s myriad forms, absorbing the Qi Fortune of heaven, earth, and humanity to find enlightenment, is the supreme art of returning to the origins.”

Yi Hanyan, seeing Han Qishan’s admiring and envying face, couldn’t help but say, “Don’t talk so nobly.

If it’s commercial, it’s commercial; if it’s profit-driven, it’s profit-driven.

And this darn technique has too large a side effect, and progresses too slowly.”

“Side effect?” Han Qishan asked in surprise, having never heard that their sect’s supreme technique had any side effects.

“Nevermind, it’s pointless to explain, you wouldn’t understand…” Yi Hanyan didn’t plan to elaborate to Han Qishan.

This technique required gathering a massive amount of the Qi Fortune from heaven, earth, and humanity to advance, and an excessive accumulation of refined Qi made her naturally emit a tempting allure to attract men, what’s worse, her desires were growing day by day.

If today, she hadn’t met Liu Hun to have a satisfying release, she truly worried that she might turn into a pervert obsessed with men.

“I don’t know what that person is practicing, to steal people’s Qi Fortune so dominantly and quickly, and it also can…

make one feel so good… The most important thing is it unconsciously effects people’s temperaments,” Yi Hanyan mumbled to herself, occasionally reminiscing about that feeling, not really caring about the lost Qi Fortune as it could always be drawn from elsewhere.

In fact, she wouldn’t mind experiencing it a few more times.

“Ah!

Their way is better, endlessly searching for the unfindable True Dragon.

Under this pretext, they indulge in food, drink, pleasure, and still play at being mysterious,” Yi Hanyan complained somewhat.

“Senior sister, what are you talking about?” Han Qishan sat to the side, listening to Yi Hanyan mumbling, not quite understanding her.

“Oh, it’s nothing…

But suddenly, I remembered that I had infused the pink diamond I gave to Yiyin with the Luck of Peach Blossoms, which will bring quite a few romantic encounters for your daughter.

When do you plan to give it to her?

Don’t forget to credit my contribution.” Yi Hanyan casually mentioned this.

Han Qishan choked upon hearing Yi Hanyan’s words, nearly unable to catch his breath, startled that his unreliable senior sister had actually done such a thing.

On one hand, he worried about the unknown master hiding somewhere, and on the other, he dreaded that the pink diamond falling into Xia Huai’s hands might reveal his true identity.

Han Qishan frowned anxiously as he cast his gaze toward the lawn.

The noisy chatter in the audience finally ceased, and only then did Li Hao speak, “Indeed, if the paper does not contain a musical composition, it shouldn’t affect Xia Huai’s score.”

“Furthermore, I demand that the judges declare such acts of deliberate deception to score zero and apologize to me!” Xia Huai said indignantly, upset that his chance to impress was spoiled by a ridiculous piece of paper and nearly faced embarrassment.

“Why should I apologize to you!

Xia Huai, don’t push your luck!

It’s okay if I lose, it’s no big deal, just stop being so aggressive.” Han Yiyin replied with embarrassed annoyance, deeply stung by Xia Huai’s words a moment ago.

“Hmph!

Han Yiyin, in my eyes, you are just a puppet—without this Mr.

Gu you are nothing!

I can even question the authenticity of the achievements you claimed to have earned at Peyton Public School.” Xia Huai unrelentingly continued with his hurtful accusations.

“Okay, Xia Huai, say no more.

Let’s not put Mr.

Li in a difficult position.

Whether it can be played or if it’s a composition, why don’t we just ask Teacher Gu?

What do you say, Teacher, Gu?” Xie Chucai intervened in the dispute between Xia Huai and Han Yiyin, meaningfully asking Teacher Gu, considering Wu Ming’s arrangement had finally come into play at the last moment.

Suddenly, the whole venue fell silent, waiting for Teacher Gu’s answer.

Han Yiyin nervously clutched her hands together as she could not bear to think about her teacher having to bow and apologize to the arrogant Xia Huai in front of so many people; it would be a severe slap to her own face and would only embolden Xia Huai.

He was about to speak…

Han Yiyin was so nervous that she exerted all her strength on her hands, ripping the strong fabric.

“If…

what if I say this is indeed a composition and it can be played?” Teacher Gu finally spoke under the expectant eyes of the crowd, posing a counter-question to Li Hao.

What nonsense is this!

Was Wu Ming expecting you to say this?

Xie Chucai had never anticipated that the fake Teacher Gu arranged by Wu Ming would say such a thing.

“I object!

Mr.

Gu could simply write anything, but it doesn’t mean he’ll perform according to what’s written.

How do you explain that?!” Xia Huai voiced his doubts to Li Hao.

Although Li Hao disliked Xia Huai’s attitude, Xia Huai’s point was quite valid, “Teacher Gu, Xia Huai has a point.”

Teacher Gu turned to Han Yiyin and said to Li Hao, “What if…

Han Yiyin could also perform this composition?”

“Hmph!

Mr.

Gu, do you think we are fools?

What if you had colluded with Han Yiyin beforehand?” Xia Huai coldly stated, refusing to believe there could be a composition he couldn’t understand but Han Yiyin could.

“Impossible!”

Everyone was momentarily stunned because it was Li Hao who spoke, declaring to everyone present, “Both questions were thought of by me on the spot; no one but me knew what they would be about.

Since they didn’t even know the questions, how could they have colluded on the composition beforehand?

Therefore…

if Han Yiyin can also perform the piece and explain the method of playing afterward, and if her explanation makes sense, I believe, with several music experts present here, they can make a fair judgment.”

Upon hearing Li Hao’s words and after considering carefully, Xia Huai couldn’t find any further objections and thus had no more concerns but simply quipped, “I really want to see how Han Yiyin manages to pull off a performance.”

Xia Huai’s comment indicated his agreement, leading Li Hao to immediately instruct Teacher Gu and Han Yiyin, “Please choose the instrument to perform.”

Han Yiyin, anxious and beating a drum inside her heart, sneakily glanced at Teacher Gu.

His face was hidden behind a mask making it difficult to read his expression, which only intensified her nervousness since she hadn’t seen what Teacher Gu had written.

Now, she had to select an instrument to play—it was like forcing a duck onto a perch.

Noticing Han Yiyin’s apprehension, Teacher Gu approached her with the composition in hand and suggested, “This is the score.

I recommend using the guzheng.”

Taking the score, Han Yiyin saw nothing but gibberish; it was far from any intelligible score!

No wonder Xia Huai was furious, considering the sheet seemed unreadable and yet it was recommended for guzheng playing.

Teacher Gu traced his finger across five symbols on the score and then told Han Yiyin, “1, 2, 3, 5, 6.”

“Judge!

Can we start now?

They’re not conspiring to play some alternative composition, right?!

In reality, that sheet is total garbage!” Xia Huai impatiently urged from the side.

“Start now!” Li Hao politely addressed the two.

With the score in hand, Han Yiyin stepped towards the guqin table and sat down, her fingers individually caressing the strings before she looked up at Teacher Gu.