“Ha ha ha, I win! I win!”
Deep in the Sea of Consciousness, amidst the milky white light.
With a burst of wild and triumphant laughter, the male lead singer of this Orchestra, Limuqun, closed his eyes and collapsed right on the spot.
The curtain fell on this Orchestra with his fainting.
But how should one evaluate the male lead singer’s performance in this Orchestra?
Was it lack of stamina? Poor technique, or simply not strong enough?
No, none of those.
“Exceptional Performance”—that was the evaluation Limuqun gave himself after careful consideration.
After all, for this Orchestra, only a single Female Lead Singer was originally chosen to perform the Accompaniment with him.
Although this newly debuted Female Lead Singer was participating in the Orchestra for the first time, her tone was excellent, all her inherent qualities were top-notch, and her abilities were unfathomable. Limuqun had to muster all his skills just to keep up with her rhythm.
But unexpectedly, after seeing their duet, the Main Organizer got the itch and wanted to join the Accompaniment as well, taking the opportunity to hone her own high note Technique.
Such an absurd and unreasonable request—Limuqun should have refused it fiercely.
But even more unexpectedly, the Female Lead Singer, feeling her stamina running low, actually agreed to the request.
This put poor Limuqun in a tough spot: just after testing out the sound with the Female Lead Singer, he now had to instruct the Main Organizer on singing high notes.
His barely maintained stamina was suddenly outmatched in an instant.
But—he couldn’t give up!
Not only to ensure the Orchestra could go on, but also because his pride as the lead singer would not allow him to yield.
He had trained countless years to stand on the stage of this Orchestra.
Practicing his vocals alone in the dark at night, testing forbidden Taboo Scores by himself, learning Accompaniment skills from watching senior performers’ videos.
He had waited so long for this day—finally, this day had come!
Even if his stamina was exhausted, how could he yield?
The flame he had accumulated over two lifetimes, burning just for this moment on stage, raged deep in his heart, driving him forward.
You cannot fall, Limuqun.
You cannot fall!
Faced with the seemingly inexhaustible stamina of the Female Lead Singer, even when his legs turned to jelly, he forced himself to endure!
Faced with the Main Organizer’s unfamiliar and nitpicking requests, he relied on Accompaniment techniques he had rehearsed countless times on paper to finally win her approval.
By the end, what supported his Accompaniment was no longer stamina, but a will of iron!
At last, as he burned on.
The Female Lead Singer finished her part, nodded in satisfaction, acknowledged his skill, and exited the stage.
The Main Organizer, who had joined midway, also managed to sing a qualified high note with his help.
Despite her voice turning hoarse from repeated attempts, she still lifted her chin proudly, mustering her last bit of energy, and tossed out, “Tch, is that all?” before leaving the stage as well.
Having fulfilled this sacred mission, the burning soul of Accompaniment within Limuqun finally began to fade.
Weakness and exhaustion flooded him; he could hardly remain standing.
But the joy and pride deep within his soul allowed him to declare his final victory.
“I win! I win!”
With that, the curtain fell, and he too left the stage.
Time slipped by, he didn’t know how long had passed.
In the darkness, consciousness returned.
Limuqun, clutching his groggy head, brushed aside the slender, jade-like hand resting on his chest and, supporting his waist, stood up.
Compared to the vigorous, iron-boned self during the performance, now just standing there made him break out in a cold sweat, using all his strength.
WOC, my waist is so sore.
WOC, my head is spinning.
WOC, my legs are weak.
Tch, novels really are full of lies—so much for “feeling refreshed and full of energy afterward.”
All I feel is aching all over, with a pounding head!
Honestly, it’s really no better than a round of cultivation—well, maybe just barely.
He shook his arms, and the soreness nearly made him cry out.
Damn it, that Female Lead Singer was a whole head taller than him, yet she liked to be hugged during the Accompaniment—no wonder his arms were so sore.
He took a few steps forward, but his legs nearly buckled beneath him.
Damn it, the Main Organizer’s legs were so long that when he performed with her, he had to stretch his own out desperately, standing like that the whole time—of course his legs were going to be weak.
Barely able to steady himself, a breeze from who-knows-where swept over.
Limuqun saw stars, nearly fainting again.
Damn it, both female singers were masters with profound skill. As their Accompanist, he couldn’t slack off; of course, he had to give it his all.
But even under such harsh performance conditions, Limuqun still managed to stand firm to the end with his own strength.
Hmph.
So what if they had the powerful physique of a Golden Core Upper Cultivator?
So what if the Fox Girl of Qingqiu had a Savage Beast Body?
Could they compare to my Innate Virgin Pure Yang Art, perfected over thirty years of singlehood?
He lifted his head with pride.
Although there seemed to be a moment when Zuo Qiuli sent over a few breaths to help restore his stamina from the sidelines, it was mostly thanks to his own tenacious will, robust body, and indomitable spirit that he persevered to the end!
So, claiming this as my side’s great victory—there’s nothing wrong with that.
Just thinking of his impressive battle record, the aches in his body felt much lighter.
He looked down at Zuo Qiuli, curled up asleep beside him, her beautiful face rosy as jade, a captivating charm radiating between her foxlike eyes.
Just a glance, and Limuqun nearly felt his soul snatched away.
But the sharp pain in his waist snapped him back to reality, and he quickly averted his gaze.
Fox demon, don’t you dare shake my Dao heart!
He called Zuo Qiuli’s name a few times, but she slept like a dead pig, not responding at all.
So Limuqun could only look around on his own.
Sigh, where did Luo Zhilian go?
I remember, she should have fainted here too.
With sudden doubt rising, Limuqun glanced around several times but never saw a trace of Luo Zhilian.
What to do now?
Without finding Luo Zhilian’s Shenhun, with Zuo Qiuli sleeping like the dead, how was this Divided Soul of his supposed to return to his Original Body outside the Sea of Consciousness?
Oh right, there’s still Luo Dan’er—I have no idea what her situation is either.
Sigh, what a hassle.
He let out a long sigh. He’d thought that once Luo Zhilian’s Shenhun problem was solved, everything else would fall into place.
Now it seemed, things were still really troublesome.
Just as he was sighing and fretting, a huge, white hand suddenly emerged from the milky radiance.
That hand seemed to be grasping something, surging forth like a tidal wave toward Limuqun and Zuo Qiuli.
Limuqun suddenly found his vision blackening, and in the next instant, he was pinched like an ant and lifted into the air.
What the—what does this mean?!
He couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening, only felt himself flying at an incredible speed, everything around him dissolving into a blur of swirling colors.
But before he could even struggle, a voice brimming with endless resentment and anger suddenly rang out beside him.
“Limuqun, Limuqun…”
Even here, I run into an acquaintance?
See how well-connected the old Li family is!
He turned to look, and saw a delicate, porcelain-like young girl had somehow appeared behind him, muttering his name again and again, obsessed: “Limuqun, Limuqun, Limuqun…”
Luo Dan’er? When did she get here?
“Hey, why are you repeating my name?” Limuqun scratched his head, a bit embarrassed as she murmured, and sincerely advised, “Dan’er, Martial Sibling, people like us should focus on pursuing the Dao—don’t harbor any improper thoughts!”
But in the next moment, a surge of spiritual power turned into an invisible blade in Luo Dan’er’s hand, aiming straight for Limuqun’s chest.
“WOC, are you crazy?!”
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Limuqun’s legs gave out and he dropped to the ground, narrowly avoiding the stab.
But when Luo Dan’er turned, her dazed eyes turned to bitter hatred, fixing fiercely on Limuqun, and her lines changed:
“Limuqun, kill you! Limuqun, kill you!”
What’s going on?
Limuqun, both shocked and scared, crawled backwards on the ground, but Luo Dan’er pressed forward relentlessly, thrusting the blade without mercy.
Just as the invisible blade came within an inch of his forehead, there was a whoosh—Limuqun’s vision went black, and he turned into a wisp of Divided Soul, flying outward.