Unparalleled After Ten Consecutive Draws

“Apologies, I should’ve known better.”

Chu Kuangren smiled gently, then took off the spiritual veil on his face.

The moment his spiritual veil dissipated, silence befell the scene. Everybody stared at Chu Kuangren in awe, momentarily stunned.

Those female guqin masters’ eyes even lit up.

“Such a handsome gentleman… He must have descended from the heavens!”

“I’ve been composing a song recently, a song that sings praise about the gods and goddesses in the heavens. My progress is stumped because I’m lacking inspiration, but now it seems that I’ve found one!”

“I can’t believe there can be such a peerless person in this world!”

Li Changyin himself was shocked too.

It was him who ordered Chu Kuangren to take down his spiritual veil, but he never expected that he would look so astounding.

Chu Kuangren had stolen his limelight the instant the spiritual veil disappeared.

Now, he finally understood why Feng Yaorao was constantly thinking about him.

If he were a woman, he would have done the same too!

“May I ask for your name, my Lord?”

“Which orthodoxy are you from, my Lord? Which genre of music do you usually play?”

Those female cultivators who were staring wistfully at Li Changyin earlier could not hold back any longer. All of them stood up and started crowding around Chu Kuangren.

Just now, they could still maintain their ladylike demeanor in front of Li Changyin.

However, when they saw someone of Chu Kuangren’s qualities, they could not care less about their reputation anymore. If they did not make the first move, somebody else might snatch him away.

Despite facing such a large crowd of female cultivators fangirling over him, Chu Kuangren appeared unusually composed. He had already gotten used to this.

The fact that he handled this situation with such grace made the female cultivators even more attracted to him.

As for the remaining cultivators, a sense of bitterness pervaded their hearts. They really wished they could kick Chu Kuangren aside so that they could be at his spot.

Right at this moment.

Cloudveil Pavillion’s ceiling suddenly opened, and a ray of moonlight shone down from above.

Basking within the moonlight was a white-dressed woman, who was holding a guqin while slowly descending down.

This woman had a graceful figure, exquisite facial features, and a cold temperament, just like a bright moon. She gave everyone an elusive persona.

Every cultivator’s eyes lit up when they saw this person.

“Lady Yang is here.”

“The guqin that she’s holding must be one of Melodious Void Sect’s Seven Great Guqins, the Aqueous Moon.”

“Yup. Lady Yang has finally arrived.”

Yang Xiyun landed on one of Cloudveil Pavillion’s daisies and glanced at her surroundings. She bowed at the crowd. “Greetings, my fellow Brothers and Sisters. I’ve invited all of you here today mainly because I’ve composed a song about all the things I’ve been feeling lately. I wish all of you would give me a couple of reviews.”

“Haha. It’s Lady Yang’s new song. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yeah.”

“Sect Leader. Sect Leader…”

Right when Chu Kuangren was about to find a place to sit and enjoy the song, Shang Qingxue suddenly tucked on his sleeves from beside him. She was pointing to somewhere in the crowd.

Chu Kuangren glanced toward that direction, and he was shocked. “It’s Murong Xuan.”

Their sights landed on a man at a seat not far away from Chu Kuangren.

It was, in fact, Murong Xuan!

He must have just entered the hall not long ago. Otherwise, he would have noticed Chu Kuangren.

“Bloody hell, this fella is here too.”

Chu Kuangren was just about to walk over and ask how he has been doing lately.

However, Shang Qingxue held him back.

“Sect Leader, something is not right.”

“Why?”

“Look at Murong Xuan and Yang Xiyun. I think there’s… some spark between them.”

Chu Kuangren took a closer look at them upon hearing that.

He, too, had noticed that there was something fishy going on between those two.

Yang Xiyun was on stage, while Murong Xuan was below the stage among the audience. They were separated by dozens of people, yet their eyes were fixed on each other, and there was an intimacy in their eyes.

“Wow, wow, Murong Xuan. Somebody’s getting freed from the single life, huh?”

Chu Kuangren exclaimed admirably and decided to leave him alone for the time being.

Shang Qingxue, who was at the side, was very surprised too. “These few days, while I was gathering intel about Yang Xiyun, my sources described her as a very cold and indifferent person. Anything not related to guqin will not have a place in her eyes. I can’t believe Murong Xuan has managed to break down her walls and win her over. Way to go, Murong Xuan!”

“Qingxue, if Murong Xuan and Yang Xiyun do end up becoming Daoist companions, what gifts do you think we Black Heaven Sect should bestow upon them?”

“Ugh, Sect Leader, aren’t you counting the chickens before they hatch? They’re not even halfway there yet.”

Shang Qingxue rolled her eyes as she said.

Apart from Chu Kuangren and Shang Qingxue, the rest of the people had also noticed the way Yang Xiyun and Murong Xuan were looking at each other.

Some of the male cultivators could not help but frown.

“Who is this guy? Why does Lady Yang keep looking at him?”

“D*mn it. Don’t tell me Lady Yang’s heart already belongs to someone??”

All the male cultivators looked annoyed at what they were seeing.

To them, Yang Xiyun was the goddess of Seven Chord City.

Now, their goddess’ heart had been stolen away by some unknown outsider. How were they supposed to bear with this??

At this moment, up at the dais, Yang Xiyun started performing her new song.

A beautiful melody began to fill the entire room. Guqin music reverberated the room, giving off joyous vibes and more so, a sense of everlasting love.

In that instant, everybody’s hearts were filled with a sweet and enamored feeling.

The fact that Yang Xiyun could tug at people’s heartstrings with guqin music alone went to show that her guqin Dao was already at a very high level.

It would even be fair to regard her as a guqin virtuoso.

“This song is wonderful. It is hands down the best song that I’ve ever heard.”

“Lady Yang’s guqin skills have certainly scaled another level.”

After Yang Xiyun finished performing the song, the audience looked at her with amazement.

However, their eyes were met with the image of her looking down at Murong Xuan amongst the audience. There was an inexplicable fondness in their eyes.

Adding that to that intimate song about love earlier…

Every male cultivator could feel their hearts breaking.

“Well played. Her intention was never to hold this guqin festival. This is clearly just a large-scale event for her to publicly display her affections and then brutally shatter her admirers’ hearts.”

Chu Kuangren shook his head in disapproval as he watched from the side.

“Lady Yang, this song differs greatly from your previous style. I wonder why?”

Li Changyin could no longer hold it as he stood up suddenly and asked.

His question was exactly what everyone in the audience wanted to know.

At that, a rare smile etched on Yang Xiyun’s face as if she had thought of something. “I met someone not long ago, and ever since then, much joy and blessing have been brought to my life. Hence, I made this song. Perhaps this is the unspoken resonance between people and music. It’s how I’ve been inspired to do this.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd could almost hammer reality home.

This Yang Xiyun had most certainly fallen in love. Otherwise, she would not have composed a song with such sentiments.

“Lady Yang, I wonder if that person you mentioned is this brother right here.”

Just then, another young man stood up. He pointed at Murong Xuan and said.

Yang Xiyun’s face blushed. Then, she explained with a smile, “This is my savior, Murong Xuan, Brother Murong.”

She did not enclose the full details. Nevertheless, everyone could guess from her expression whether their speculation was true.

Adding to the fact that she had used the word ‘savior’, several dozen scenes of a hero saving a damsel in distress immediately emerged in the crowd’s minds.

“Everyone, we’re having a guqin festival today. Now that I’m done performing, is there anybody here who would like to take the stage?”

Yang Xiyun smiled gently and walked down from the stage before proceeding to sit down beside Murong Xuan.

This scene made the crowd even more jealous.

Despite that, this was Yang Xiyun’s private life. They were nobody to her, so it was best not to comment on anything.