Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Release of the Soul

What?

Master Bei is about to come?

"Yes, Ye. You better apologize to Miss Bei Xiyue right now, or when Master Bei arrives, you’ll be in trouble!"

Xiao Zhen added fuel to the fire from the side.

"Apologize? The word doesn’t exist in my dictionary," Ye Qingtian said calmly.

You!

Bei Xiyue gritted her teeth; if it weren’t for Tang Chan’er’s sake, she would have unleashed her ultimate skill long ago!

Let him taste the might of a Spirit Musician!

At this moment, the restaurant entrance suddenly became bustling.

Someone shouted: Master Bei is here!

The crowd surged over, eager for Master Bei’s signature.

"It’s really Master Bei!"

Xiao Zhen said excitedly.

Tang Chan’er also nervously looked toward the door.

Master Bei is the number one in Wu City, equal in stature to the city’s four family heads!

However, his reputation is even more renowned.

He’s even more famous in the Hidden Sect.

It’s like being a coal boss worth billions, but still less known than a first-tier celebrity.

Similarly, although Master Bei may not possess the formidable skills of a sect leader from those hidden family clans, his fame surely rivals theirs.

Seeing the arrival of Master Bei, Xiao Zhen was immediately ecstatic.

Just now, Ye Qingtian used the term "worthless" to insult Master Bei’s daughter!

"Hehe, Ye, now that Master Bei is here, didn’t you just say Miss Xiyue’s cello playing is worthless? Why don’t you play a piece for us, so Master Bei can judge."

With those words, a sly look flashed in Xiao Zhen’s eyes.

Hearing this, Bei Xiyue echoed, "Yes, you said my playing is worthless, so let us witness your skills?"

Bei Xiyue snorted coldly.

Obviously, Ye Qingtian’s earlier critique made her extremely uncomfortable.

Ye Qingtian swirled the wine glass, shook his head, and said, "No need, I’ve already been quite lenient for Chan’er."

What?

Calling it worthless was being lenient?

Still being considerate towards Chan’er — if not, what more damaging words would you have used?

Bei Xiyue was infuriated to the point of wanting to strike!

"Ye, if you don’t go play a piece, I won’t let this slide today!"

Bei Xiyue said angrily with hands on her hips.

Tang Chan’er was also at a loss; she initially invited Ye Qingtian for a meal, but didn’t expect this to happen.

"Forget it, I’ll give it a try." Ye Qingtian finished the wine in one gulp then slowly stood up.

"What piece would you like to hear?" Ye Qingtian asked.

"Play Bach’s Sarabande then," Bei Xiyue said.

This piece is one of the world’s top ten classics.

Ye Qingtian shook his head, "I don’t know it."

"Then play Saint Columba’s Lament,"

Bei Xiyue continued.

Ye Qingtian shook his head again, "I don’t know that one either."

"So what can you play?" Bei Xiyue frowned.

"Sorry, I can’t play anything," Ye Qingtian said.

Ugh!

Upon hearing this, Bei Xiyue, Tang Chan’er, and Xiao Zhen nearly spat out blood.

You can’t even play the cello, yet you dare talk big like that?

At this time, Tang Chan’er was extremely embarrassed.

Perhaps Ye Qingtian has good cultivation in the Martial Arts Dao, but it’s clear he knows nothing about music!

Seeing the reactions of the three, Ye Qingtian also understood; obviously, they wouldn’t teach him.

Sighing, Ye Qingtian had to walk towards the cello.

Meanwhile, the guests in the restaurant watched with interest as someone was about to showcase their talent.

However, they only held a "watching the fun" attitude.

They firmly believed Ye Qingtian’s performance couldn’t compare to Bei Xiyue’s.

After all, Bei Xiyue is a true Spirit Musician!

Even Master Bei, who had just stepped into the restaurant, looked at Ye Qingtian with growing interest.

Ye Qingtian paid no attention to the crowd; he walked to the cello and slowly sat down.

Indeed, he didn’t know how to play the cello, not even any instrument.

But, it didn’t stop him from mastering music.

In essence, the cello is simply a medium for expressing music.

Just like how a mouth is merely a medium for conveying words.

Nothing more.

Thunk...

Ye Qingtian’s hand lightly plucked the strings, producing a sharp sound.

"Damn, this Mortal World low-caste person really doesn’t know how to play the cello!"

"Playing the cello requires a bow; he’s using his hand, haha, that’s hilarious!"

"Does he think this is a piano? He’s really embarrassing himself now!"

Xiao Zhen laughed so hard he was lurching forward and backward.

Others were also slightly dumbfounded; to them, Ye Qingtian was clearly an amateur.

At this point, the hall was in an uproar.

Even Master Bei felt bored and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a sound pierced through resonating deeply within.

This sound seemed to come from eternity, mixed with endless ages and the trials of time.

Traversing thousands of years, it rushed straight into people’s hearts!

At that moment, the restaurant fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Ye Qingtian.

They felt their souls dancing, at times bravely galloping, at times quietly strolling.

Sometimes sorrowful, sometimes joyful.

It seemed their souls were completely activated!

In that instant, Ye Qingtian was no longer playing a cello, but channeling a voice from the Divine Spirit.

"He... didn’t use a bow!"

"Yeah, just using a finger to produce such exquisite and unparalleled notes, it’s unbelievable!"

"Oh my, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone create soul-shaking music with just a finger!"

People’s astonishment grew stronger.

Next moment, they again immersed themselves in the music.

They saw a young man, with a lazy demeanor but with a resolve beyond his years.

He seemed to have come from eternity, marching through the ages, enduring countless forlorn times, and finally arriving in this vast world.

Yet, he was lost here.

Millions of years of memories could never be awakened again.

Profound sorrow had them all in tears.

But the pursuit of invincibility brought hope to everyone.

At this moment, Tang Chan’er froze, Bei Xiyue froze, Xiao Zhen froze!

Even the newly arrived Master Bei was utterly shocked.

His slightly aged face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Suddenly, he burst into tears, looking toward Ye Qingtian’s direction, as if a child who had lost Tang Guo.

"This... this ethereal music truly doesn’t belong to the mortal realm; it belongs to the Immortal Realm, to the Divine Realm!"

"Oh my, he is the true Master Spirit Musician!"

"My kind of talent pales in comparison before him!"

Master Bei let out a bitter laugh.

Decades spent researching the Martial Arts Dao, studying music, yet can’t match a fraction of the young boy in front!

What he once prided himself on collapsed instantly!

"Why am I... moved to tears?"

"No, this isn’t music, it’s clearly the release of the soul!"

Xiao Zhen muttered to himself.

By that time, he was completely unable to control his emotions!