Cleansing, Harmonizing Intent (2)

Even more astonishing was that the youth unexpectedly gave him a familiar feeling. He couldn't say why, it wasn't because of aura, but rather a kind of natural intuition.

When simply asking the surrounding nobles about that white clothed youth didn't yield any answers, Xue Qinghe was even more determined to build a relationship with this youth. Not because of his little sister's begging yesterday, but rather because that might be a talent capable of becoming a future pillar of the Empire.

Tang San slowly plucked the harp, his heart very calm, perfectly in accordance with what he revealed on the surface.

One year's time had passed. One year ago he couldn't have thought that he would be playing an instrument in front of everyone today. When he had just started to learn from his aunt, he had been brimming with scepticism.

However, after one month had passed, Tang San discovered that the direction his father had set him on was correct.

Cultivating in Slaughter City was in order to train the heart. The Moon Pavilion was the same.

As he gradually calmed here, recalling everything that had happened in the past four years, as well as his entire process of maturing, he discovered that his mind was exhausted.

This one year had been the best rest for his mind and body. Even though he didn't cultivate strenuously, he had gradually internalized everything he had learned in these past several years in this peace. Even the final redoubt of the eight extraordinary meridians, the Governing Vessel, had also gradually opened.

Fifty seven ranks, this was Tang San's present spirit power level.

Rising from forty second or third level to fifty seventh rank in five years was an average of three ranks per year. It didn't seem comparable to his cultivation speed in the more than two years and the Shrek Academy, but in fact, after passing the fortieth rank, how could the requirements to rise each rank of spirit power compare to before?

Twenty years old, fifty seventh rank. Tang San had undoubtedly already substantially surpassed Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. Most importantly was that right now all the abilities he possessed no longer needed Tang San's control.

Rather, all his capabilities had been harmonized. Tang San had taken the most crucial step to become a power.

From the hardly concealed praise in his aunt's eyes these last few months, Tang San knew that it was almost time for him to leave. It was also only thinking of seeing his father that would raise ripples in his calmed heart.

He had already waited far, far too long for that unknown truth. Despite already having guessed some, how could he be certain without hearing it from his father's own mouth?

Tang San knew that his own future road was very long, but this year in the Moon Pavilion was undoubtedly the most transformative of his life. He had already stepped out of his time as a youngster, his twentieth birthday was coming, he was already an adult.

The graduation ceremony ended smoothly, and each student had received their graduation certificate from Tang Yue-Hua's hand, delightedly throwing themselves into the arms of their family.

When Tang Yue-Hua had finished all this, Tang San's task for the day was also complete. She walked over next to Tang San,

"Today's performance was pretty good. Outside and inside as one."

Tang San smiled slightly, lightly caressing the strings, a final pleasant tune drifting out,

"Thank you."

At this moment, a clear voice resounded,

"Auntie Yue-Hua. Can you give me an introduction?"

Tang Yue-Hua turned her head to look, finding a casually dressed crown prince Xue Qinghe gracefully walking over, accompanied by the graduating student Xue Ke.

She of course knew Xue Ke's status from long ago, and the majority of students also knew. She even saw Xue Ke look differently at Tang San than at others. Even when Tang San snatched away her original right to perform, this princess still didn't have a trace of resentment.

"Your Highness."

Tang Yue-Hua saluted.

Xue Qinghe hastily returned the salute,

"Auntie Yue-Hua, what are you doing? Junior can't accept it."

Tang Yue-Hua laughed in spite of herself:

"Don't always go calling me 'auntie, auntie', am I so old?"

To the side Xue Ke smartly said:

"Of course teacher isn't old, you're like my older sister."

Tang Yue-Hua smiled.:

"That's something you would say, girl."

While speaking, she shifted slightly, allowing the siblings to clearly see Tang San,

"I'll give you an introduction, This is my nephew, Tang Yin."

Hearing the word 'nephew', Xue Qinghe couldn't keep a radiance from flashing through his eyes. Tang San all along calmly observed this crown prince that had once previously given him a good impression.

In the five years since they met, this crown prince had become even steadier. His appearance hadn't changed much, but his reserved scholarly temperament still gave people a very good impression.

His casual ease was somewhat similar to Ning Fengzhi, though whether that was because of deliberate imitation was unknown.

But from the change in his expression when he heard his aunt's introduction, it could be assumed that he knew his aunt's true identity. And that his aunt also didn't hide anything for him should be because she had a great deal of trust in the crown prince.

Without batting an eyelid on the surface, Tang San had already analysed a great many things in his mind. He pondered over whether to reveal his identity to the crown prince.

This thought only flashed through his mind, and was very soon suppressed by Tang San. He knew that even if Xue Qinghe was worthy of trust, right now still wasn't the time. He needed to go seek confirmation of his conjecture from his father. If he really needed the support of the crown prince's strength to help defend against mutual aggressors later, it wouldn't be too late to be honest then. In any case, he wouldn't be recognized with his current appearance.

Xue Qinghe equally observed Tang San. Close up, he couldn't help being even more attracted by the quiet elegance Tang San displayed. Especially when he heard Tang Yue-Hua say he was her nephew was even more startling. As crown prince, just like Tang San judged, he was one of a small number of people who knew Tang Yue-Hua's true identity. The gossip in the outside world about Tang Yue-Hua and Emperor Xue Ye was only laughable.

"Tang Yin, this is Heaven Dou Empire's present crown prince, his Highness Xue Qinghe."

Tang Yue-Hua also introduced for Tang San.

Tang San showed a smile, slightly saluting Xue Qinghe,

"Hello, your Highness."

He also smiled and nodded to Xue Ke next to Xue Qinghe's side, counting as a greeting. The two were after all classmates, and didn't need excessive courtesy.

If it was the previous Tang San, he definitely wouldn't have faked an expression for a miss like Xue Ke who constantly tried to get close to him, but after studying with his aunt for a year, he had already come to understand how to bury his true mood deeply.

Xue Qinghe smiled:

"I've long ago heard my little sister talk about an eminently talented youth at the Moon Pavilion, today I see the reputation truly isn't in vain. Brother Tang Yin, if there's time we should sit down."

With the status of crown prince, for him to use the tone of commoners to communicate with Tang San, Xue Qinghe absolutely considered it respect for the lower ranked. Xue Ke to the side couldn't help saying:

"Big brother, you definitely have to call me then. I still have a lot of things I want to ask Tang Yin about the harp."

Xue Qinghe smiled:

"If brother Tang Yin doesn't object, I won't either."

In a few simple words, he amply displayed his respect for Tang San. It was undoubtedly very easy for him to obtain a favorable impression.

Tang San still wore a smile,

"I'm afraid I must disappoint your Highness. Now that I've graduated, I must make a trip. If fate wills it, I will definitely make a visit on my return."

Xue Qinghe looked distracted a moment. He hadn't thought Tang San would still reject him without the slightest hesitation under circumstances like these, but he immediately understood when Tang San looked at him sincerely. The counterpart wasn't evading, but was rather truly occupied.

With a faint laugh, Xue Qinghe said:

"Then I will await your return. We won't trouble you, little sister, we should go back."

While speaking, Xue Qinghe took the initiative to raise his hand to Tang San. Shaking hands was the simplest and most casual etiquette between nobles.

Tang San raised his hand and clasped Xue Qinghe's. Immediately, a trace of gentle spirit power transmitted from Xue Qinghe's palm. Tang San's heart twitched. Judging by the counterpart's spirit power, this crown prince wasn't weak! In their acquaintance before, he had never seen Xue Qinghe act.

If Tang San could be described as slightly shocked, then Xue Qinghe was astonished. The spirit power he sent into Tang San's hand was very gentle, even if Tang San wasn't a Spirit Master, it still wouldn't have hurt him. But he was shocked to discover that the spirit power he sent into Tang San unexpectedly disappeared without a sound.

He didn't encounter any existence, nor any other sensation. It was as if after that spirit power had entered Tang San's body, it no longer had any relation to him.

How did he do it? This youth seemed to truly be a directly related disiciple of the Clear Sky School, and should moreover be an extremely outstanding elite. This was Xue Qinghe's first thought. He of course wouldn't probe Tang San again, and very naturally let go of his hand, pulling his little sister away with a smile.

When Xue Ke left, there was still a reluctant light in her big eyes. If not for long ago having known of Tang San's identity as a commoner, perhaps she would have revealed her love for him in spite of everything. For a girl of her age, who wouldn't like a young talent so handsome and confident, and also with such a perfect temperament?

With the visitors gone, Tang Yue-Hua looked at Tang San putting away the harp next to her and couldn't help but giggle,

"It seems that Xue Ke girl really is passionate about you. Last time she even asked me what level of lord a commoner would have to obtain to marry a princess. Her target was quite clearly you."

Raising his head to look at his aunt's bantering smile, Tang San somewhat helplessly said:

"Aunt, you know, I basically won't consider this right now."

Tang Yue-Hua smiled:

"Is there a girlfriend?"

Tang San hesitated a moment, but still nodded.

Tang Yue-Hua somewhat shocked looked at him,

"Heavens, you really are a precocious brat. I remember you told me that you were fourteen when you started following your father to cultivate. Don't tell me you already knew that girlfriend before then?"