242: Learn to play the piano with Ying Huanhuan, and you are destined to be the first! [Seeking follow-up reading]

Lin Fan smiled and turned his head, seeing the young girl who had once again tied her flowing black hair into a ponytail.

Ying Huanhuan stared at Lin Fan with a smile, and in her large eyes, there was a hint of gratitude.

If Lin Fan had not intervened this time, she would have faced Huo Zhen.

In Ying Huanhuan's view, even if she went all out, her chances of winning against Huo Zhen were only fifty-fifty.

Given her personality, if she accidentally lost and tarnished the Dao Sect's reputation, she would be incredibly upset.

“I am also doing this for the Dao Sect's reputation,” Lin Fan said with a light chuckle, raising an eyebrow.

Ying Huanhuan glanced at him with her large eyes, and for some reason, she felt slightly dissatisfied with this answer. She let out a soft hmph and turned to leave, leaving Lin Fan with a charming silhouette.

Lin Fan smiled, cupped his fists at the surrounding Dao Sect disciples, and then left with Mo Ling.

In the following days, news of Lin Fan's battle with Huo Zhen from Hongya Cave quickly spread throughout the Dao Sect.

Additionally, for some reason, the words Lin Fan had said to Chen Zhen also spread.

Immediately, the atmosphere of the entire Dao Sect became somewhat fervent.

Lin Fan, however, did not care about this. He continued to Cultivate and improve systematically, though he would occasionally relax.

One day, Lin Fan, on a whim, took out the Exquisite Jade Flute from the System Space and played a tune called 'Swords and Dreams'.

“What is this tune? It sounds so good?” As soon Fan finished playing, a pleasant, girlish laugh rang out from behind him.

Turning his gaze, Lin Fan saw Ying Huanhuan standing gracefully beside him, dressed in light-colored clothes.

“Swords and Dreams,” Lin Fan said with a slight smile. “By the way, I suddenly remembered, you haven't fulfilled our original bet, have you?”

Ying Huanhuan, who was about to say something, heard this and her large eyes immediately darted around. She quietly took a step back.

“It seems someone is planning to renege on their debt,” Lin Fan said, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Ying Huanhuan's cheeks flushed. Then, she gritted her silver teeth and said, “Who wants to renege? This young lady will settle the score with you today. Speak, what do you want me to do?”

Looking at Ying Huanhuan's determined expression, Lin Fan wanted to laugh but held it back.

His gaze swept over Ying Huanhuan's graceful figure, and he chuckled softly, “I want you… to teach me Sonic Power. Hmm, all the Sonic Power you know.”

Lin Fan deliberately paused halfway through his sentence.

Under Lin Fan's unbridled gaze, Ying Huanhuan's beautiful cheeks gradually turned crimson, especially when she heard the first half of Lin Fan's words. Her face grew even redder, due to embarrassment and anger.

However, after hearing the rest of Lin Fan's words, Ying Huanhuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. A smile appeared in her large eyes, and in the manner of a big sister, she said:

“Originally, to have me teach you Sonic Power, you would need to become my Disciple. However, seeing your earnest desire to learn, I'll waive that. But I'll say this in advance: if you're too stupid to learn, you can't blame me.”

“No problem,” Lin Fan nodded and said.

Ying Huanhuan glanced at the Exquisite Jade Flute in Lin Fan's hand and said, “The tune you just played was so-so. You must have some understanding of music theory. Shall I directly teach you the tunes then?”

Lin Fan nodded and said, “You can.”

Ying Huanhuan said nothing more. She sat down beside Lin Fan, and with a gentle flick of her jade-like hand, a zither, as green as emerald, appeared.

The young girl's slender, flawless hands, like mutton-fat jade, gently rested on the strings. Then, soft sounds, like heavenly music, slowly drifted out.

The various techniques Ying Huanhuan Cultivated were all forms of Sonic Power, so her mastery of playing the zither was clearly superb.

Listening to Ying Huanhuan's tune from the side was a pleasant experience for Lin Fan. Of course, while listening, Lin Fan also silently committed it to memory and observed Ying Huanhuan's playing technique.

By the time Ying Huanhuan finished playing once, Lin Fan had essentially mastered it.

“How was it? How much did you learn?” After finishing her performance, Ying Huanhuan asked Lin Fan with a smile.

Lin Fan thought for a moment and said, “Hmm, two parts. You should first tell me the tune, and then explain the fingerings and such, right? How can you teach someone to play a tune by just playing it once?”

“That's because you're slow,” Ying Huanhuan said with a smile, blinking her large eyes.

Despite saying that, Ying Huanhuan still carefully instructed Lin Fan.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted on the platform below.

Ying Huanhuan's delicate brows furrowed. Her gaze followed the source of the commotion, and then her cheeks suddenly became serious, with a faint hint of unease.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, thinking of something, and followed Ying Huanhuan's gaze.

On the massive platform, there were easily over a thousand figures.

At this moment, all these figures were looking in one direction, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Whispers, like a plague, quickly spread across the platform.

Where their gazes converged was a stone staircase leading to the platform.

Currently, a figure was slowly ascending the stone staircase.

It was a figure in a gray robe, with long, disheveled hair flowing behind him.

And most strikingly, he carried a large black sword on his back.

The great sword was about ten feet long, and faintly, a surprising sharp fluctuation emanated from its blade.

The eyes beneath the gray-robed figure's hair showed a kind of emotionless numbness. Those dark, sunken eyes sent a chill down one's spine.

“He is?” Although Lin Fan had a suspicion, he did not show it on his face and asked Ying Huanhuan.

“Wang Yan,” Ying Huanhuan bit her lip with her pearly teeth, her normally clear and pleasant voice now somewhat subdued.

“What happened to him?” Lin Fan asked casually, looking in Wang Yan's direction.

Ying Huanhuan was silent for a moment before softly saying, “During the last Sect Tournament…”

Then, Ying Huanhuan recounted everything to Lin Fan: how Wang Yan's elder sister was killed by the Yuan Gate during the Sect Tournament, how Wang Yan cursed Ying Xuanzi, then left the Dao Sect, and how he had been out slaughtering Yuan Gate disciples.

Finally, Ying Huanhuan said, “Senior Brother Wang Yan's return this time should be for the Hall Examination, or rather, for the Sect Tournament after the Hall Examination.”

“The first place in the Hall Examination will gain command of the Dao Sect disciples in the Sect Tournament. Senior Brother Wang Yan's return this time might be to use the power of the Dao Sect to seek revenge against the Yuan Gate in the Sect Tournament.”

“Senior Brother Wang Yan's personality is obsessive and cold. If we follow his methods, the Dao Sect disciples will suffer heavy casualties.”

As if imagining that outcome, Ying Huanhuan's expression on her face looked as if she was about to cry.

This was the first time Lin Fan had seen this lively yet inherently stubborn young girl display such an expression.

“First place in the Hall Examination, I've got it reserved!” Lin Fan patted Ying Huanhuan's shoulder and looked into her eyes, speaking seriously.

At the same time, the familiar voice of the System once again sounded in Lin Fan's mind.