Chapter 90: To Everyone's Surprise, Tang Yuehua Says This to Mu Chen!

Mu Chen stepped forward, turning to his companions and asking, "Do you all think the same?"

Meng Yiran, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others exchanged glances and nodded.

Pausing for a moment, Mu Chen said, "It's not enough for a person to only have great strength. Humans are social creatures and can't live isolated from others. People are also fascinating beings; many who appear strong have hearts full of scars."

"Learning the art of language, how to maneuver among various powers, and how to defeat opponents without using soul power—that is a true mark of strength."

"When you aspire to become strong, it means you must learn more and become even stronger."

"A strong person must learn to control everything about themselves, especially their emotions and aura. Studying at Moon Pavilion isn't just about learning etiquette and music; it's about precise self-control."

"Remember, defeating others is not frightening. What's frightening is defeating oneself."

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun nodded at Mu Chen, trusting him and refraining from questioning his training.

To Tang San, Mu Chen was the reincarnation of the legendary Tang Lan, making his trust unshakeable.

As for Dai Mubai and Meng Yiran, seeing everyone else without concern, they decided to give the training a try and see the results.

Tang Yuehua was momentarily stunned, then looked at Mu Chen in surprise. The young man who seemed to settle things with money had given her quite the surprise. He seemed to understand Moon Pavilion very well.

A month later, under the moonlight, Tang Yuehua was preparing to rest and recharge for the coming day.

Suddenly, a beautiful melody drifted into her room.

The enchanting music was like dancing butterflies in the air, like tinkling springs flowing through the mountains, and sometimes like bright stars twinkling in the night sky.

Tang Yuehua could swear she had never heard this melody before.

Putting on a cloak, she left her bed and followed the music out of her room.

"Huh, the sound disappeared."

Tang Yuehua felt a pang of disappointment as the music ceased before she could find its source. With no other option, she returned to her room to sleep.

The next morning, Tang Yuehua rose early and strolled leisurely through the academy.

As she walked, she spotted someone standing on a high platform, occasionally looking up and then down. Curious, Tang Yuehua approached the person on the platform.

Tang Yuehua was taken aback.

Ink and brushstrokes outlined the scene; light colors filled it. Stone steps, rising from the clouds, led upward. Surrounding were lush, unknown trees, twisting and reaching for light. Among the leaves, glimpses of ancient, simple eaves and curling smoke spread leisurely among the leaves. In the distance, mountains, like dark eyebrows, had their feet swallowed by clouds but willingly vanished into dreamlike mist. A small bridge over flowing water, after rain, revealed a clear, lively spirit. Fine rain, like needles, stitched Earth's cloak, teasing the crystal laughter of the river's surface. A lone boat with someone quietly watching the teal silk-like river or perhaps the distant mountains?

This was a painting on paper, and also a scene in the distance.

"Who?"

The artist was startled and turned around, murmuring, "Madam Yue?"

"Mu Chen?"

Tang Yuehua was also taken aback as she recognized the young artist. Glancing at the painting beside Mu Chen, she asked, "You can paint?"

Mu Chen nodded.

Tang Yuehua examined him again, surprised. "Have you already controlled your Killing God Domain?"

Mu Chen nodded humbly, "It's all thanks to your guidance."

Tang Yuehua shook her head, saying, "You're being modest. You haven't attended a single regular class at Moon Pavilion this past month. Did you control your emotions and aura through painting?"

Mu Chen nodded and added, "Not just painting, but also music."

"Music?"

Tang Yuehua was puzzled, "As far as I know, you've only attended half a music class. Can you even play music?"

Mu Chen nodded, "Every night, I play a piece."

"At night?"

Tang Yuehua's heart skipped a beat, "Was it you playing music last night?"

Mu Chen smiled, "Did it disturb your rest?"

Tang Yuehua furrowed her brows, admonishing, "Mu Chen, as a young man, it's understandable to be boastful and arrogant. However, I suggest you change this trait. Boasting in front of others is not a good characteristic for social interactions."

Hearing this, Mu Chen laughed and asked, "You think I'm boasting?"

Tang Yuehua glanced at Mu Chen's painting.

She wasn't an expert in painting but knew enough to appreciate his work. Mu Chen's artistic skills could rival any master.

Tang Yuehua nodded. To her understanding, Mu Chen was exceptional in painting and advanced in cultivation for his age. With limited energy, it was unlikely he could also be a music master. The previous night's piece was clearly new, and only a master could produce such a composition.

"Let me play a piece for you," Mu Chen smiled.

Tang Yuehua had a good first impression of Mu Chen, and playing a piece for her was no trouble.

With a thought, Mu Chen retrieved an item from his storage soul guide.

Tang Yuehua looked at the object with seven strings, curious, "What's this?"

"A qin," Mu Chen replied.

"A qin?" Tang Yuehua's curiosity grew.

"Like a harp, it's an instrument," Mu Chen said as he sat and placed the qin on his lap. With a gentle movement of his fingers, a beautiful melody filled the air.

"I planted a seed, and it finally bore fruit. Today is a great day."

"I pick stars for you, pull down the moon for you, let the sun rise for you every day."

"I turn into a candle, burning myself just to light you up, giving you everything, as long as you're happy."

"You make every tomorrow meaningful, though life is short, I'll love you forever, unwavering."

"You are my little apple, no amount of love is too much, your rosy cheeks warm my heart, lighting the fire of my life."

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As Mu Chen played, Tang Yuehua was filled with awe. She realized this young man wasn't boasting; he truly was incredible.

The unfamiliar instrument, producing such beautiful sound, transformed into notes that resonated with Tang Yuehua's heart. She felt rejuvenated, as if she had traveled back to her youthful, innocent years.

As the piece ended, Tang Yuehua's cheeks flushed. It was fate, she thought. Her heart, once sealed, was moved by this young man more than a decade her junior.

"Was it really you playing last night's piece?" Tang Yuehua asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes. Last night's piece was called 'A Laugh in the Sea.' The piece I just played is called 'Little Apple.' Do you still doubt me?" Mu Chen asked with a smile.

Uh!

Tang Yuehua was stunned, captivated by the young man. Not only had Mu Chen reached a master level in painting, but also in music. Seeing this, Tang Yuehua's eyes filled with admiration, and she eagerly asked, "Can you teach me?"

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