Chapter 243: Yuehua With a Fluttering Heart, A Resounding Slap to the Face, and Departing After the Dust Settles_1

"Phoenix Seeking Phoenix?"

What a breathtakingly beautiful name, the noblemen's daughters gleamed with infatuation through their beautiful eyes.

However, those truly able to comprehend the essence of the piece were focused not on this.

Tang Yuehua hadn't forgotten what Luo Yu had said before he played.

This man had been paying attention to her for a long time already.

Could it be that this composition was written for her?

To express his love for her?

Tang Yuehua's thoughts led her there.

Her heart, still as a calm lake for who knows how many years,

started to tremble at this very moment.

Ordinary girls couldn't resist such enchanting music.

Let alone a woman like her who saw the path of music as her life.

Over the years, due to her extraordinary appearance, perfect and soft figure, and her mature, composed demeanor, countless men had pursued Tang Yuehua.

Many didn't know that she had even turned down the courtship of Titled Douluos.

The powerful Snow Night Emperor himself had covertly confessed to Tang Yuehua, but she had decisively and coldly rejected him as well.

Because for Tang Yuehua, whether it was formidable strength or supreme power, she held no interest nor regard for them at all.

The only thing that could intensely interest her to the point of obsession was the art of music.

But which man in Soul Land wasn't immersed in incessant fighting and killing? How many could achieve prowess in music? Therefore, Tang Yuehua had long given up on thoughts of love.

Yet Luo Yu's flawless and emotionally stirring piece had deeply touched her heart.

It was nothing less than hitting the nail on the head.

Thinking that this magnificent and emotionally stirring piece might have been written for her by a man, Tang Yuehua's heart could no longer stay calm, her breathing became unstable.

She anxiously looked at the man standing in the center of the hall.

Suddenly, she felt an infinite attraction emanating from him, as if poison to her, realizing not only had she encountered a kindred spirit but also the man worth pursuing for the rest of her life.

Such a man with mastery of music was an immense treasure to her.

Tang Yuehua's face, uncharacteristically, showed a shy emotion, her voice hesitant.

"This piece... Phoenix Seeking Phoenix, is it... written for me?"

The entire room fell silent; the air became incredibly quiet.

For the first time, they saw the always composed Tang Yuehua reveal such a delicate and coy side of a young woman.

But that wasn't enough to astonish them. What they were most intrigued by was whether this divine piece of music was actually crafted by this man in the pursuit of their teacher?

Looking at Tang Yuehua, with her rosy cheeks and emotional discomfiture,

Luo Yu's face was expressionless, his true feelings inscrutable, his voice bland, "Does it matter who wrote this piece, or whether it was written for you?"

Seeing Luo Yu's indifferent attitude, Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes were startled.

Yet his reply made everyone subconsciously affirm it.

This piece must have been his creation, written to pursue the teacher.

Apart from him, who else had the skills to play such a piece?

The young noblemen who had been previously humiliated by Luo Yu and left with bruised egos now howled in protest.

"Holy shit, the music god is badass!"

"To pursue Teacher Tang, he actually composed a divine piece."

"I say this is the number one divine piece in Soul Land, no objections, right?"

"That's brutal, writing love letters and the like is just lame compared to the music god's move, it's nothing."

Luo Yu's recent stunning performance had already won him a host of fanboys and fangirls.

If the outside world was about the strong being honored and power being king,

then in Yue Xuan, it was about who had the best skills, and they would earn the true admiration and respect.

And Luo Yu's exhibited level of skill left everyone else in the dust.

The Little Princess, Xue Ke, fidgeted restlessly with her legs wrapped in white socks.

Her plump red lips puckered as if she had bitten into a lemon tree.

"Brother, I'm so jealous, I'm really jealous."

"If someone composed a Phoenix Seeking Phoenix for me, I'd marry him just like that."

Xue Qinghe glanced at her without a word, sneering inwardly.

Hmph, you think you're the only one who's jealous.

"I simply chose not to speak."

For the girls in Yue Xuan, there was nothing more romantic than this in the whole wide world.

The men in the hall envied Luo Yu's level of skill but knew that such talent was unattainable for them.

Because even if they were given a pen and locked in a dark room for a hundred years, they couldn't hope to compose such an eternally brilliant masterpiece.

Though Tang Yuehua had never met Luo Yu before, she was completely conquered by his talent.

He was the man of her dreams.

Tang Yuehua was no child; on the contrary, as a noble tutor, she was more mature than anyone else.

But at this moment she felt emotional, drawn and touched by Luo Yu's talent.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

She carefully observed the man, as if she wanted to etch his face into her memory.

Beneath her palace-style gown, her snow-white, beautiful legs moved gracefully, her jade feet in high heels clicking against the floor; her figure was elegant, her hips swaying without being flirtatious, full of dignity as she walked step by step towards Luo Yu.

Her red lips parting slightly.

"Do you... do you really like me?" Tang Yuehua asked.

Luo Yu glanced at the beautiful and intellectual woman before him, seeing through her coyness.

Expressionless, he said nothing.

He turned his gaze away and headed towards the door.

Seeing Luo Yu about to leave, Tang Yuehua became anxious and said nervously, "You haven't finished speaking, where are you going?"

Luo Yu didn't stop, nor did he look back at Tang Yuehua.

"There's nothing more to say. Like I said before, if everyone doesn't welcome me..."

"Once the piece ends, I will go."

At these words, the room filled with embarrassment.

Because of Luo Yu's words, everyone present was reminded of the earlier skepticism and mockery.

They felt like clowns who had been reveling in the hall, while a true master like Luo Yu remained subdued and silent; the contrast made them feel unbearably ashamed.

They had actually dared to mock such a deity with their insignificant skills.

Those who had underrated Luo Yu now not only felt the pain on their faces but also flushed with embarrassment.

Especially the young man at the door, who at this point was blushing and embarrassed as a monkey's butt.

Tang Yuehua bit her lip, leaving teeth marks on the soft red of her lips.

Luo Yu was about to step out of the door when she called out in a crisp voice, "Can you wait and not leave just yet!"

Luo Yu halted his steps and turned to look at her.

"Earlier you told me to leave, now you want me to stay; what do you take me for?"

"I won't disturb the precious scene here; I'll leave on my own."

Having said that, Luo Yu, ignoring the pleas of the beautiful woman, left without any hesitation or reluctance.

Everyone watched his departing figure, their hearts a complex mix of shame and turmoil.

Xue Ke complained with a sense of grievance, "Actually, it's not our fault, who would have known he was so young but so monstrously talented."

"When a young person comes out of nowhere and says he wants to advise Teacher Tang, who would believe that?'

Tang Yuehua interjected, "Ke'er, don't talk anymore. We indeed went too far before; we didn't give the proper respect and courtesy that person deserved.

"A true master will always possess pride; such a master couldn't possibly tolerate this kind of insult."

Xue Qinghe had been silent all the while, staring in the direction where Luo Yu had gone.

The man did not stay, which only increased her admiration for Luo Yu, and her interest in him grew more intense.

She felt that if she didn't interact with this interesting man, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Right now, Tang Yuehua was in a terrible mood, wishing she could slap herself.

She had rushed to the Qinge, eager to find the musician who had performed.

But now that the person had come to her, she had failed to seize the opportunity, and had infuriated him away.

There was nothing more heart-wrenching and depressing than this.

Remembering Luo Yu's earlier attitude of rejection, she felt nervous and uneasy.

He couldn't have started to dislike her already, could he?

Was there still a chance to make amends?

Biting her lip, she surveyed the room with her beautiful eyes, and commanded authoritatively:

"All disciples of Yue Xuan, listen to my command; we must find that master who was just here and go to apologize."