Chapter 10, 010 He blushed.
"Qiwu, you play it first."
"Yes, Immortal Master."
At Mo Shubai's prompting, Su Qiwu began to play the zither. Although he was born with a cold and stunning appearance, his voice was surprisingly warm and passionate. Even such a dreamlike piece of music was filled with a burning emotion.
Judging solely from the sound of the piano, this person's love would likely be devastating. They need absolute possession and being possessed!
Song Chi dared not approach someone like her. There was a reason why she was criticized for being heartless; her playing had never displayed such intense emotion. As a result, her teachers criticized her, saying that if she didn't improve her emotional expression, she would never reach the pinnacle of musical achievement.
But she wasn't thinking about fame or fortune; playing music was all about having fun. So she didn't take any of that seriously.
Su Qiwu still mispronounced one word this time.
After he finished playing, Master Mo Shubai gestured, "Song Chi, you play." He added, "Play well."
Although the look in her eyes was faint, it conveyed a stern sense of apprehension that she would be punished if someone made a mistake.
Even so, Song Chi stubbornly tried to play a wrong note, but while the tone was still shifting, Mo Shubai glanced at her sideways. At that moment, sunlight streamed in through the window, casting his face in a half-light, half-shadow, making him appear as beautiful as a god. But Song Chi was willing to bet that if she dared to play a wrong note, this god would give her unimaginable punishment.
She was too cowardly to make a single mistake until the last note slipped from her fingertips.
"Very good." Mo Shubai said in a light tone, giving her a slight smile and an appreciative look. Then he asked Su Qiwu, "Qiwu, do you know where you went wrong?"
"This disciple already knows."
"Play it again."
"yes."
Good heavens, this time he actually played the right note, but he misjudged the other one by a little bit of spiritual energy. His wood spiritual root was actually the weakest, so he made the same mistake as Jiang Linyue, focusing too much on the output of wood spiritual energy and letting his metal spiritual root output a little more spiritual energy, which made the tone sound a little too high-pitched.
Actually, it was only a tiny bit; I doubt many of the disciples present could even hear it.
Mo Shubai then asked Song Chi, "Song Chi, can you tell where the mistake lies?"
"Disciple..." Song Chi wanted to say he didn't know, but under Mo Shubai's indifferent gaze, he yielded and said, "I know."
"Next," Mo Shubai hadn't even finished speaking when all the disciples in the classroom couldn't help but burst into laughter, looking as if they had finally waited for this moment.
Song Chi quickly said, "Why don't we let Senior Brother Su play the zither, and I'll tell him where he went wrong?"
Mo Shubai glanced at her. "That's fine too."
Su Qiwu continued playing the zither, and he played the wrong note correctly. However, the next note had a problem with the conversion of spiritual energy. When Song Chi sent a thread of spiritual energy through her finger, Su Qiwu, whose cultivation was higher than hers, not only deflected her spiritual energy back, but also made the zither music sound murky, like a stone thrown into water.
"Again." Mo Shubai said this with a ruthless expression, like a cruel devil.
This time, when Su Qiwu misplayed the zither, Song Chi, without hesitation, apologized and placed his palm over Su Qiwu's hand to even out his spiritual energy. After a moment of slight surprise, Su Qiwu's handsome face flushed pink at an incredible speed.
The disciples below the stage immediately bit their lips or covered their mouths. A soft "oh" escaped their throats. Cameras were already being secretly raised in various places.
Song Chi couldn't help but glance at Su Qiwu. His shimmering eyes happened to meet, and when their gazes met, Su Qiwu's cheeks visibly flushed red again.
Now that's good, Song Chi even heard a female disciple chuckle softly.
As she let go of his hand and stood aside pretending nothing had happened, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Master Mo Shubai beside her.
This guy is really going too far. He could have just pointed at her with one finger to correct her. Instead, he had to force her to do something so unreasonable.
"This time, you only need to point out the errors, and I won't say anything more." Who knew that Mo Shubai's clear, cold plum blossom-like voice would say such a thing in my mind, with a hint of a smile.
That meant she only needed to tell Su Qiwu which spiritual root was at fault. There was absolutely no need for her to go up and touch it.
Song Chi's face almost split open at that moment.
How could she... And this immortal master, looking as beautiful as a celestial being, pure and immaculate, but if you cut her open, I'm afraid she's all black inside.
After Su Qiwu finished playing the piece, Song Chi and she returned to their seats one after the other.
When Su Qiwu stepped aside from Jiang Linyue to make way for his own seat, Song Chi glanced at him, and his face actually turned slightly red again.
Song Chi was speechless when she heard Qi Zhenmo laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking. Su Qiwu was clearly from a powerful family, and these families were known for their fierce power struggles. How could he be so innocent?!
Song Chi now felt that Mo Shubai, this immortal master, was her lifelong enemy. Look at the mess this has made.
Next, all that was left was to practice the piece. Song Chi focused her mind and continued practicing diligently. Her goal was simply to reach the Foundation Establishment stage and get a little closer to her dream of achieving the Golden Core.
As for these young noblemen, what other scandals do they have? Once they've reached the sixth level of Qi Refining and distanced themselves from her, I believe no one will want to mention this little cabbage anymore.
It's simply because she and these people are from two completely different worlds.
As for the rumors, let them spread. It won't hurt her.
In the days that followed, for some reason, Mo Shubai suddenly began to behave himself. He followed the pace of the other immortal masters, teaching a musical score for a water-elemental person every five days. He also stopped causing trouble by making someone play the instrument. Instead, he would demonstrate it himself and then walk around the classroom to give guidance to everyone.
Those untold stories about her relationship with Jiang Linyue and Su Qiwu were quickly forgotten by the disciples.
Following his own cultivation progress, two months later, that night he exerted all his strength, and finally his spiritual power exploded all over his body like an electric current, and he reached the second level of Qi Refining.
Thinking that he would start doing sound cultivation tasks from now on, thus balancing cultivation and earning spirit stones, Song Chi calmly strolled around his small courtyard twice under the vast moonlight.
Then, in the cold wind, I realized with a start that it was already early winter. I had been so engrossed in my cultivation lately that I had forgotten to send a letter home.
She reminded herself to remember this tomorrow. Then she quickly washed up and went to bed, and it was almost dawn when she fell asleep.
Perhaps she had something on her mind and went to bed late. As a result, she didn't get up until Xi Ya called her before leaving the house the next day.
Ancient clothes were quite difficult to put on. By the time Song Chi finished dressing, he didn't even have time to wash his face. He only took a wet cloth with him and hurried down the mountain. In the end, he still couldn't catch up with the Xuan Turtle. He could only spend spirit stones to hunt down a large turtle. The small turtle was not so fast.
It cost her forty low-grade spirit stones in one go, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
He quickly wiped his face with a damp cloth on the spirit turtle and waited until he arrived at the academy.
Almost as soon as he heard the clang for the second time, Song Chi jumped to the back door of the classroom. Luckily, he made it in time, but for some reason, Mo Shubai was standing at the back door today.
"Immortal Master!" Song Chi hurriedly bowed.
"Go in." After being looked at by the whole face, Immortal Master Mo Shubai nodded.
Song Chi quickly slipped past him and sat down.
However, today is destined to be an unsettling day.
Once Song Chi was seated, Mo Shubai walked from the back door to the front door, but glanced out from the doorway. Even though he only saw Song Chi's profile, he could sense a rather subtle expression on his face before Song Chi flew away.
A bolder disciple peeked outside for a while and returned to report. It seemed that distinguished guests had arrived at the sect, several of whom possessed exceptionally high cultivation levels, comparable to the sect's leaders. Moreover, they were personally greeted by two of the sect's elders.
I don't know what major event has occurred.
Song Chi noticed the sarcastic look on Ye Qingyu's face, lowered his eyes, and gave a slight, cold snort. He probably knew something was going on.
But none of the other disciples could figure it out.
Then, after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Master Mo Shubai returned. He was followed by three young men, and they went straight to the classroom door.
Then, two disciples came through the back door and carried in a table and chair.
Another new disciple has arrived. This Guihai Class really is a place where stories unfold. It seems like the kind of treatment only protagonists receive. Song Chi couldn't help but search his memory for novels.
Just as she was lost in thought, the table and chairs were straightened, and Master Mo Shubai entered the room.
His three disciples behind him bowed respectfully to him as he stood in front of the podium.
"Cui Xue Ruo from the Holy Land of Yunji greets the Immortal Master!"
"Su Yu of the Tai Xuan Immortal Dynasty greets the Immortal Master."
"Ji Minghuang of the Canghai Immortal Dynasty greets the Immortal Master!"
"Okay, come in."
The three immediately filed in, and the entire classroom was filled with suppressed gasps.
"What a beautiful...woman!"
Not only the male disciples, but the female disciples were also stunned by the pink-clad woman who had entered first.
Song Chi was also stunned. The woman in front was indeed as beautiful as a celestial being, with peach-blossom cheeks and a face of exquisite beauty, her eyes possessing a purity even clearer than a spiritual spring. If a comparison had to be made, she would be comparable to the celestial beings of the later era of the Immortal Sword.
She was also very shy, and her face turned slightly red as she walked to the back row.
Like a flustered little rabbit, her eyes swept around the back row before quietly landing on Ye Qingyu's side.
The man following behind her wore a light gold robe, had a calm face, handsome features, and a very dignified and imposing demeanor.
He walked to the back row, and with a flick of his spiritual power, a table and chair carved with dragons appeared behind Ye Qingyu. Apart from the gold-lacquered dragon carving, its design was actually compatible with the tables and chairs of Qingxue Palace.
The last woman in black to arrive had a golden crown and a ponytail. Her face was as cold and sharp as a sword, and her demeanor was equally dignified, with a touch of domineering authority. Seeing Su Yu's attitude, she removed the table and chairs near the back door and replaced them with a set of gold-lacquered, phoenix-carved chairs before taking her seat.
The classroom erupted in commotion. Many people, initially captivated by the stunning beauty of the woman in pink, realized that the other two women were also quite remarkable.
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