Chapter 230: Chapter 187: A Frog in a Well, Also Worthy to Gaze at the Moon in the Sky?
The sudden eruption of the piano sound seemed like a chilling cold wave rising from the depths of the ice fields, sweeping across the entire venue with endless intent of slaughter.
"This..."
Just a single note caused everyone’s expression to change dramatically, as they looked toward the youth in the center, whose eyes carried a hint of coldness.
Chang Qing came full of heated passion and hope for the martial world.
Yet, those senseless, cold words made him angry and at the same time filled with disappointment.
"The martial world in books shouldn’t be like this..."
The disappointment and anger in his heart made Chang Qing completely and perfectly integrate with the melody he played.
Qinsha: Ghost God Abyss!
Among the celestial arts, it’s the one with the heaviest intent of slaughter and strongest realm.
Previously, when Chang Qing played leisurely, he merely forcibly imitated the intent within the melody; though he entered the Dao, it was ultimately a inferior imitation.
But now his anger perfectly fused with the melody’s murderous intent, for the first time fully showcasing the essence and Dao rhythm of Qinsha!
Zheng!
Zheng!
Zheng!
Chang Qing sat calmly before the piano, his gaze tranquil, ten fingers dancing like mad demons, his black hair fluttering.
The deep and hurried melody was like divine soldiers unsheathed, breaking through the sky with a flash of cold light.
The terrifying murderous intent, making one’s scalp tingle, surged forth unbearably.
An infinite and dense Dao rhythm instantly enveloped the entire scene.
At this moment, everyone in the courtyard was silent, looking at the youth by the piano with boundless astonishment.
The piano sound lingered in their ears, and the peaceful courtyard shattered in an instant, as if arriving at an ancient battlefield.
Golden spears and iron horses galloping across the battleground, gods and demons crazily battling the heavens and earth!
Thousands of troops and horses charging, endless beings roaring in fury!
At this moment, each note was like a divine soldier’s sword unsheathed, bringing a sky-full of murderous intent roaring forth.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
The raging roars exploded by their ears, leaving everyone pale-faced, with sweat forming on their spines.
Many even immersed themselves entirely in the boundless realm, as if a sharp blade were pressed to their throats, causing them to fearfully retreat.
"Zheng!"
As the last strand of piano sound filled with slaughter fell, Chang Qing gently caressed the ancient piano, causing the vibrating strings to instantly stop.
The courtyard was pin-drop silent, utterly quiet.
After a while, a trembling whisper rose up.
"Into... the Dao!"
Boom!
Like a stone casting waves upon a thousand layers.
At this moment, everyone could no longer suppress the shock within their hearts, looking towards the calm youth by the piano.
Entering the Dao!
Even if they weren’t Confucian disciples, they knew clearly how terrifying an existence at the level of entering the Dao in melody was.
It was the pinnacle of the four arts of Confucianism, far more formidable than a high-grade Celestial Tier Lifebound Dao Seal.
There once circulated a saying among Confucianism.
A great Confucian might not have entered the Dao in the four arts, but the four arts at the level of entering the Dao could definitely be counted among great Confucians!
Because that was the pinnacle of one art, an existence that could be a teacher to the world!
"How is it possible, at such a young age, he has... already become a great Confucian..."
Chu Ze’s cold smile disappeared, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
His melody at its peak was exceptional even within Confucianism.
But in front of Chang Qing... it was simply a joke, crushed by more than one level.
Those who had just mocked him now looked dazed, with shame in their eyes.
Is Chang Qing unworthy to evaluate Chu Ze?
It was Chu Ze who was unworthy of Chang Qing’s evaluation!
Only now did they understand that Chang Qing’s remark of ’not bad’ was not meant to belittle, but was actually giving face to Chu Ze.
Otherwise, a great Confucian at the level of entering the Dao saying it was unbearable to listen to wouldn’t be over the top.
"Brother Chang Qing... does he indeed have such means?"
Zhou Yu muttered in shock, looking at Chang Qing with eyes full of incredulity.
Chang Qing... practises martial arts!
A mere martial artist actually enters the Dao in melody?
Zhou Yu felt dizzy, deeply impressed by Chang Qing’s terrifying mastery, feeling utmost admiration.
Meanwhile, Xian Banmeng, who had been worried, now looked at Chang Qing with sparkling eyes.
"At the level of entering the Dao in melody, this Young Master Su... is so strong."
Xian Banmeng’s melody was also exceptional, but facing the tune Chang Qing just played, she could only express admiration.
Only those who understood melody could deeply comprehend how terrifying that tune just was.
Whether it was skill, realm, or Dao rhythm, it was simply... impeccable.
"No wonder he said the tune he knew wasn’t suitable."
"Such a chilling and fearsome realm of slaughter, was he afraid of disturbing the others’ enjoyment?"
Looking at Chang Qing, who sat by the piano with a calm demeanor, Xian Banmeng slightly lifted her red lips, her eyes full of appreciation.
Not praising herself, facing this charming celestial lady, no man could resist showing off.
But Chang Qing, despite being at the level of entering the Dao, crushing everyone’s melody, actually had no intention of joining from the start.
This demeanor made Xian Banmeng unconsciously develop a good impression.
...
The venue remained quiet for a long time.
Chang Qing let out a breath and stood up lightly.
The previous disappointment and anger had all been vented with the completion of the tune.
"It was nothing but a contest of ego, with no grudges or hatred, why get angry with him."
Chang Qing shook his head, smiled slightly, then looked at Zhou Yu, warmly nodded and smiled, "Brother Zhou, thank you for bringing me here."
"But this place isn’t quite suitable for me, so I shall bid farewell."
As he finished speaking, Chang Qing turned and walked towards the courtyard exit.
No rebuttal against Chu Ze’s mockery, nor any domineering presence from overshadowing the venue with his tune.
Since their paths differ, he would quietly leave.
Chang Qing’s temperament was always gentle, never aggressively pushing nor exploiting the situation.
"Worthy of a Confucian prodigy at the level of entering the Dao, this is truly the demeanor of a nobleman."