Chapter 9 009 What are you all expecting!
"But the sect has long since stopped accepting disciples."
"Perhaps they are newly accepted disciples of the Venerable Elders?"
"How could such a genius possibly associate with us inner disciples? The Venerable Elders will naturally teach him."
"That's true..."
The disciples all chimed in, puzzled.
Before class started, Jiang Linyue and Su Qiwu surprisingly ended up in the row in front of Song Chi and Qi Zhenmo. Jiang Linyue also told the puzzled disciples that they had switched classes with the previous two disciples and would be joining the Guihai class from now on.
Immediately, many disciples whispered among themselves, saying that it was no wonder those two were beaming with joy today; Jiang Linyue and Su Qiwu probably gave them a lot of benefits in order to change shifts.
These two are really something, trying to get a free pass to Master Mo Shubai's class. Song Chi thought to himself.
Mo Shubai arrived shortly afterward, dressed in a soft, sky-blue robe that made him appear exceptionally elegant and charming.
The entire classroom gasped again. Several of the female disciples couldn't help but hold their foreheads, otherwise they felt a little dizzy.
Even Song Chi couldn't help but linger on the turquoise dress fluttering in the breeze, feeling a pang of reluctance. How could it be so beautiful!
This doesn't make sense. Furthermore, isn't the sect worried about the Dao resolve of the female disciples present?
Before Mo Shubai could even enter, two people quickly appeared at the door, bowing respectfully to him. Only after the immortal master nodded did they enter.
The man in the lead, wearing a golden crown and jade belt, and a blue robe, with a snow-white collar that accentuated his handsome, spirited face and the unique mockery and arrogance in his eyes, was none other than Ye Qingyu.
If this kid isn't a disciple of Venerable Tonghua, what is he doing here?
Watching Ye Qingyu walk straight through the passage and sit down at the table next to her, she watched as he gave her a slight, crooked smile, his white teeth seemingly biting into something, and glanced at her sideways. His lips even silently formed the word "77".
Song Chi couldn't help but take a deep breath and look away. Her chest ached slightly.
Then came another disciple in black robes, also adorned with a jade crown and brocade belt, exuding an aura of nobility. He had ink-black hair, red lips, and cold, aloof eyes filled with a deep chill.
It was none other than Mo Feiyun, the sword genius disciple who had always walked ahead of her when she became an apprentice.
He was dressed rather plainly that day, and looked haggard, as if he had suffered a great ordeal. Now, however, he was a noble young master, dignified and cold-hearted.
Song Chi thought to herself. She knew this kid was no ordinary person; he was probably the kind of protagonist a male lead would be. It was just a pity that she couldn't recall reading any novels with a male lead named Mo Feiyun. Otherwise, with the transmigration genre, she could at least snag some good opportunities.
Mo Feiyun entered and walked to the back seat. With a flick of his spiritual power, he gently placed the table and chairs near the door behind Song Chi and Qi Zhenmo. He then sat down by the window, leaving an empty seat next to him.
Song Chi immediately racked his brains for the cultivation novels he could recall, since this was indeed the standard seat for the male protagonist. Unfortunately, he still came up empty-handed.
She thought to herself, "Sometimes reading too many novels isn't good. You see, you can't remember what's useful when it really matters."
After Mo Feiyun sat down, Ye Qingyu turned her mocking eyes to stare at Mo Feiyun, and then gave Song Chi a sharp sidelong glance.
Song Chi couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention. This kid's personality was just plain annoying; she found it exhausting to even say a single word to him.
Their antics left the disciples speechless for a moment. However, those with good connections quickly whispered among themselves, spreading the news. Before long, even Song Chi knew that Mo Feiyun had become a personal disciple of Yuheng Venerable, one of the sect's four Venerables. As for Mo Feiyun's origins, opinions were divided, and no one knew where he came from.
Such mystery only reinforced Song Chi's belief in this young man's status as the male lead.
But to be honest, it had nothing to do with her. Song Chi treated it as gossip and went back to studying seriously.
Before the afternoon classes started, Su Qiwu, Jiang Linyue, and Ye Qingyu chatted for a few minutes, and then greeted Mo Feiyun as "Brother Feiyun".
Judging from their demeanor, Mo Feiyun is probably of extraordinary origin.
Song Chi had no interest in their play of aristocratic young masters. After glancing at it twice, he rested his chin on his hand and looked toward the window where Qi Zhenmo was.
Qi Zhenmo had been leaning slightly out the window the whole time, not glancing at these young noblemen at all. He looked quite relaxed and indifferent.
His arrogance earned him a silent thumbs-up from Song Chi.
With some time still to go before the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), Song Chi idly propped her chin up, twirling a chess piece in each hand. She used to love twirling pens when she was in school, and in this cultivation world, she'd taken to twirling chess pieces. It wasn't to look cool, but rather to train her finger dexterity and improve her zither playing. After all, her fingers, now reborn, still needed training to regain the dexterity of her previous life.
Qi Zhenmo looked out the window for a while, then stared at her left hand as she twirled the chess piece. Then, under Song Chi's provocative gaze, he flipped a black piece in his hand. Goodness, his fingers were just as nimble as hers. He, too, used only a single strand of spiritual energy to twirl the piece, and even stylishly switched between three different spiritual energy jumps.
Song Chi showed him how a chess piece flipped in mid-air like a bow, switching seamlessly between three different types of spiritual energy, each perfectly balanced. Qi Zhenmo, however, returned the favor with an identical display. His spiritual energy wasn't nearly as balanced as hers, and Song Chi couldn't help but chuckle at his ability to do so.
"Not bad."
"So-so."
He actually became modest. Then the two of them smiled and looked away, only to find many eyes shifting away like fish swimming away.
Ye Qingyu's cold, mocking gaze was almost impossible to ignore. And a strange chill ran down her spine, making her shiver.
Although Song Chi was unaware of what was going on, he didn't bother to care. He flicked the white chess piece with his left thumb, twirled it a few times, pinched it into his palm, and then sat up straight.
As soon as the bell rang, the stunningly beautiful figure of Immortal Master Mo Shubai, dressed in azure blue, appeared before the door.
According to Song Chi's understanding, today's music correction class shouldn't involve teaching a new piece. From what she's heard, the usual curriculum involves teaching one piece every five days.
However, it turned out that Master Mo Shubai was someone who didn't play by the rules.
“I see that you have all mastered yesterday’s ‘Spring Water Flows’, so today I will teach you a new song.”
He then casually flicked his hand, and each disciple received a scroll of musical score, titled "Green Immortal Cloud." This score was specifically designed for those with a wood-elemental root.
Since everyone present was a sound cultivator with excellent spiritual roots, they had all mastered the Spring Water Flow technique, which was quite simple yesterday. Only a few disciples from the Guihai class, whose aptitudes were slightly lower, probably hadn't mastered it yet, and they all looked like they needed to hurry back and practice.
Mo Shubai first played "Green Fairy Clouds." The music was like a misty forest, dreamlike and ethereal, easily captivating the listener and evoking a sweet, dreamlike feeling—like having a light, intoxicating dream.
Wood spirit roots are all related to illusion magic, especially for sound cultivators. Why is it necessary for wood spirit roots to exist? Because the early-stage attack spells of sound cultivators are about bewitching people's minds, which makes wood spirit roots indispensable.
This piece is twice as difficult as yesterday's. The teaching curriculum usually starts by teaching five simple pieces for water-elemental characters, and only after those are mastered do we move on to pieces for wood-elemental characters.
Mo Shubai is different here; he'll give you a five-level jump right away.
This time, even those disciples with decent aptitude showed some bitterness on their faces.
When Mo Shubai asked his disciples to play a piece, many of them blushed, instinctively feeling that they were about to lose face.
Indeed, at the beginning, the entire classroom sounded like a cacophony of wailing and howling from the disciples, with all sorts of broken and distorted strings, and even some that had snapped. It was even more unbearable to listen to than yesterday.
As for Song Chi, thanks to her decent piano skills from her previous life and her stable average spiritual root, she knew that she could play a good note on the piece as soon as she started playing.
But yesterday's incident taught her a lesson. Therefore, she played a wrong note, and when she got to the fifth wrong note, Master Mo Shubai happened to pass by. However, he didn't pay much attention and went straight to the podium.
With Song Chi's keen hearing, he was absolutely certain that Ye Qingyu played the same note correctly. After all, he possessed the spiritual roots of metal, water, wood, and heaven; the profession of sound cultivation was naturally suited for someone like him. Moreover, this kid's musical skills were quite impressive; his tone was clear, bright, and exceptionally beautiful, with excellent rhythm and emotional control.
There was one more person who played quite well, only making two mistakes; that was Su Qiwu. Jiang Linyue was slightly worse this time, also making five mistakes.
When Master Mo Shubai arrived at the platform, he waited until the slower disciples had finished playing their pieces, then pressed his fingers down slightly to signal everyone to be quiet.
His gaze then swept across the entire classroom, finally settling on Song Chi and his group in that corner. The other disciples immediately bit their lips, suppressing their laughter, and looked over, sensing that there was going to be another show to watch.
But Song Chi was willing to bet that there wouldn't be any scenes for her to watch today!
"Qiwu, come up on stage."
Su Qiwu then stood up, bowed, and gracefully went to stand in front of the podium.
Mo Shubai then turned his gaze to Ye Qingyu, and Song Chi saw that the disciples actually showed slightly disappointed expressions, leaving her speechless. What were they all expecting just now! Seriously, they're all too gossipy.
"Qingyu, you played well. However," Mo Shubai on the stage suddenly smiled slightly, his gaze sliding from Ye Qingyu to Song Chi, "Song Chi, come up to the stage."
Song Chi: "!!" Are you kidding me? She got five notes wrong, definitely in the third tier.
Why should I let her go up there?
"Immortal Master..." Song Chi stammered, trying to reason with him.
However, Mo Shubai lowered her beautiful eyes slightly and merely waved her hand. "Come here." Her tone remained calm, but it brooked no argument.
Song Chi: "..." As she stood up and walked forward, she heard Ye Qingyu's mocking and sarcastic voice. "Next time, try to act more convincingly."
Song Chi was speechless. She was so natural that even her slight flustered expression appeared along with her mispronunciation, which prevented her from being noticed.
As soon as she reached the lectern, she felt the eyes of all the students in the classroom light up. Both male and female students looked on with anticipation.
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