97: Adding fuel to the fire, the melody and the way of music merge

As Jiang Chen's white-robed figure slowly disappeared at the end of the plaza, the strange atmosphere that enveloped the entire scene was finally broken.

What remained were jaws dropped to the floor.

And countless complex gazes directed at Yuan Changfeng, filled with pity and admiration, bewilderment and shock.

"Changfeng Senior Brother... this..."

Someone wanted to say something, but found their throat dry, unable to utter a single word.

Their minds were still replaying the incredible conversation they had just witnessed.

Murderers and their victims meeting, not with swords drawn, but with mutual understanding and admiration?

What kind of Heart-Nature was this? What kind of breadth of mind?

Especially Yuan Changfeng, facing Jiang Chen's almost insulting words, he still maintained his composure, even speaking of life and death being left to fate.

Yuan Changfeng's face still bore that gentle, jade-like smile. He cupped his hands again towards the surrounding Senior Brothers and disciples.

"Everyone, regarding today's events, I hope you will not spread word of them, to avoid unnecessary disputes."

His voice remained calm.

"Since Holy Son Jiang has chosen to let bygones be bygones, as hosts, we should all the more demonstrate the magnanimity of our Dao Academy."

After speaking, he said no more and turned to walk towards his residence.

His back remained straight, his steps steady, and in the admiring gazes of the crowd, he exuded the demeanor of one revered like a towering mountain.

However, no one saw it.

The moment he turned, that gentle and refined face had already twisted beyond recognition.

Let bygones be bygones?

To hell with letting bygones be bygones!

That scoundrel Jiang Chen, he was toying with him! He was humiliating him!

What did he think he was?

Yuan Changfeng did not walk fast, because he needed to use all his strength to maintain his outward calm.

He could feel the reverent gazes behind him, which used to be what he enjoyed most, but at this moment, they were like thorns.

Finally, the tall gate of the Tianyuan Courtyard appeared before his eyes.

He pushed the door open, and the moment the two attendants behind him closed the large door.

Bang!

All of Yuan Changfeng's pretense shattered!

He punched fiercely at a rockery in the courtyard, carved from a thousand-year-old cold jade!

Crack!

The incredibly hard cold jade rockery, capable of withstanding the impact of Dao Laws, instantly developed spiderweb-like cracks under his fist, then exploded, turning into a sky full of ice shards!

"Ah ah ah!!!"

A roar, suppressed to the extreme, finally erupted from deep within his throat.

His eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Jiang Chen!!"

"Jiang Chen!!!"

Yuan Changfeng roared the name, enunciating each word.

He kicked away the ice shards on the ground, then turned and punched again, breaking a spiritual tree, which would require several people to embrace, clean in half!

Boom!

The beautiful courtyard was instantly a mess.

The two attendants had long since fallen to their knees in fright, trembling all over, not even daring to raise their heads.

They had never seen the always gentle and amiable Yuan Changfeng, who treated people like a spring breeze, in such a state of discomposure.

After venting for a long time, Yuan Changfeng finally stopped.

His chest heaved violently, and he gasped for breath.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Yuan Changfeng slowly closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.

He couldn't go on like this.

Jiang Chen's Heart-Nature was too cunning, and his methods too ruthless, far exceeding his imagination.

Continuing to play mind games would only lead to him being utterly humiliated.

The only way... was to kill him!

"Ten Thousand Dao Tea Ceremony..."

Yuan Changfeng opened his eyes, the bloodlust receding, leaving only bone-chilling coldness, "I can't wait that long!"

...On the other side, Lanyue Peak.

In stark contrast to Yuan Changfeng's rage, here was a scene of leisurely comfort.

Jiang Chen sat by the white jade railing in front of the main hall, holding a freshly brewed immortal tea, his gaze leisurely watching the rolling sea of clouds.

Xiao Tiandu and the others stood behind him, their expressions still carrying a hint of lingering shock and confusion.

"Saint, that Yuan Changfeng... what exactly is he up to?"

Wen Yan finally couldn't hold back, shaking the peach blossom fan in his hand, asking with a face full of confusion.

They had all learned of the scene in the plaza, and it was truly beyond his comprehension.

Jiang Chen took a sip of tea and smiled faintly.

"He wants to be a revered gentleman, to stand on the moral high ground to deal with me."

"It's just a pity."

He put down his teacup, "He picked the wrong opponent."

Xiao Tiandu pondered, "He wants to leverage influence, the influence of Taichu Dao Academy, the influence of public opinion."

"Once the Saint and he have a fierce conflict, regardless of right or wrong, we will fall into a disadvantage in terms of reputation."

"Indeed."

Jiang Chen nodded approvingly, "Unfortunately, he overestimated the role of reputation."

Upon hearing this, everyone's lips twitched slightly.

To be able to say such things with such righteous confidence and nonchalance, probably only their own Saint could do it in the entire world.

"Then what about us next..." Song Ningxue asked.

"Wait." Jiang Chen uttered a single word.

"Wait?"

"Exactly, wait for him to expose his own flaws."

Jiang Chen's gaze looked towards the depths of the Dao Academy, his eyes becoming meaningful.

After dismissing Xiao Tiandu and the others, Jiang Chen returned to the hall alone.

With a thought, the familiar System light screen unfolded before his eyes.

"Name: Ji Qingxue"

"Identity: Granddaughter of the Taichu Dao Academy Head."

"Cultivation: Seventh Realm Soul Transformation Peak"

"child of destiny Opportunity: Possesses a fated marriage with the child of destiny Yuan Changfeng..."

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on Ji Qingxue's cold and beautiful portrait.

"Add some fuel to the fire, shall we..."

He murmured softly, his fingertip gently tapping the light screen.

Soon, more detailed information about Ji Qingxue was listed.

One particular entry caught Jiang Chen's attention.

"Daily habit: Every day, she goes alone to Mirror Heart Lake and plays the guqin 'Inquiring Heart'."

Mirror Heart Lake? Playing the guqin?

Jiang Chen's lips slowly curved into a smile.

This was simply an Opportunity delivered right to his mouth.

What could make Yuan Changfeng crazier than taking away the woman destined to be his?

"System."

Jiang Chen silently thought.

"Can I exchange for the Concept of Guqin Dao? I want the highest Rank."

"Ding!"

"Yes! host, yes!"

"Does the host wish to exchange now? Corresponding villain points will be automatically deducted upon successful exchange!"

"Exchange."

"Ding! Exchange successful! Injecting into host..."

Boom!

A vast, ocean-like, and exquisitely profound torrent of information instantly surged into Jiang Chen's mind!

Countless musical notes, countless scores, countless supreme understandings of the Great Dao of Sound, at this moment, all merged into his Divine Soul, becoming fully integrated.

From finger techniques, to the sublimation of Concept, to the supreme wondrous method of using musical rhythm to activate the Laws of heaven and earth.

In just a fleeting moment.

Jiang Chen had already become, in this world, the undisputed number one in Guqin Dao!

He slowly opened his eyes, as if billions of stars were born and died within them, eventually returning to tranquility.

He raised his hand, his slender five fingers gently brushing the air. There was no guqin, but it was as if the most beautiful immortal music in heaven and earth flowed from his fingertips.

"Ji Qingxue..."

Jiang Chen's gaze looked out the window.

He walked out of the main hall, his figure flashed, and he transformed into a stream of light, silently disappearing from his original spot.