章節 77: Chapter 76: What Defines a Legendary Performer?
"Across the northern lands and southern skies, drifting aimlessly, clouds of sorcery and rain weave together. Willow seeds scatter through the alley, sparrows flutter over the walls, as I recognize the familiar courtyard of the Red Mansion. Idle thoughts rise tender as grass, stirring new sorrow like mist, the weary soul seeks sleep…"
The lyrics were gentle and lingering, echoing long after each phrase.
On stage, Su Xianjun seemed entirely immersed in the lyrics; each word, each movement was precise, like a well-calibrated machine.
But this precision was not mechanical; emotion flowed through every line.
The rowdy bandits below were transfixed, their expressions frozen.
They couldn't understand Su Xianjun's lyrics, yet they felt a subtle sorrow, as though transported to an unfamiliar world through his song.
The scholar was even more entranced by Su Xianjun's performance, feeling slightly intoxicated, swaying with the melody and thinking his life had been worth it.
To hear such heavenly singing, what more could he ask for?
However, as he turned to the Eastern Yi general, he noticed a strange expression on his face—a mix of fascination and resistance.
Clearly, the general was drawn to Su Xianjun's flawless performance, wanting to lose himself in it, yet resisting, as if his mind was focused on something outside the theater.
The demon within the Eastern Yi general was locked in a battle of wills with the general's original consciousness.
"Su Xianjun truly deserves his fame as a legendary performer of Jiangnan. His voice alone has captivated these bandits, who don't understand a word.
"I sent both shadow servants out to eliminate Wang Jinghui and Yang Xinyan. They should return soon, but I must remain vigilant. The village defenders could attack at any time…
"But why is this so difficult?"
The demon felt like an ordinary person on the verge of sleep, struggling to stay awake despite repeatedly reminding itself not to.
The demon and the bandit's consciousness coexisted in a complex relationship. Usually, the demon could influence or control the bandit's decisions, but the bandit's will wasn't completely powerless.
When the bandit's will was strong, it could influence the demon's decisions.
And this was such a moment.
The Eastern Yi general's original consciousness was captivated by the performance on stage, so even though the demon struggled to remain alert and aware of its surroundings, it couldn't resist the pull of the performance.
The demon was puzzled. Was it because the general loved opera, or was Su Xianjun simply that skilled?
Finally, as the performance reached its climax, the demon gave up resisting.
The general, like the other bandits, was completely absorbed.
"What a performance!
"How many years of training must it take to reach such perfection?"
The scholar looked at Su Xianjun on stage, admiration shining in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Meng Yuan, who was performing as Su Xianjun, felt rather bored.
His flawless performance was due not only to meticulous practice but also to his chosen Restorer talents.
"Next time, I need to be more selective with my talents. This feels like I'm on autopilot; there's no sense of game immersion…"
Meng Yuan's three talents all revolved around performing:
**[Ren • Opera Mastery (Gold): Increases your knowledge and skill in traditional opera singing.]**
**[Ren • Immersive Performance (Gold): Your performance has the power to fully immerse and captivate the audience within a certain range.]**
**[Ren • Precision of Detail (Gold): Automatically corrects minor details in your body language, speech, and expressions for perfection.]**
Strictly speaking, the third talent, "Precision of Detail," could even be considered a combat talent, as it enhanced physical movements and improved technique.
Meng Yuan first used "Opera Mastery" to enhance his opera knowledge and singing skills, then activated Su Xianjun's muscle memory through repeated practice. "Precision of Detail" then perfected every minor gesture, and "Immersive Performance" heightened the emotional impact.
These three talents maximized his singing ability without any weak spots.
The only downside was that they limited Meng Yuan's control over his own performance, making him feel as if he were on autopilot.
However, as a pragmatic Restorer, Meng Yuan knew he wasn't naturally gifted in opera. Instead of taking risks, he focused on completing the fragment.
…
Outside the theater.
Zhao Haiping was in a tense battle with a shadow servant, skillfully dodging as he retreated.
The shadow servant's sharp blade slashed close to his clothes several times, but Zhao Haiping's evasive maneuvers kept him safe.
The shadow servant looked perplexed and frustrated.
How could this Yang Xinyan, an opera performer, possess such agility?
True, opera performers needed basic training, and martial roles practiced some martial arts, but that was far from actual combat skills!
Even more baffling was Yang Xinyan's ability to avoid every attack, even the shadow servant's secret techniques, flying blades, and unpredictable feints.
Yang Xinyan, unarmed, had zero room for error—one slip would mean death.
But it felt as though he could predict every move the shadow servant made, dodging effortlessly each time.
The shadow servant started to wonder if Yang Xinyan had some kind of mind-reading ability.
What was even stranger, Yang Xinyan wasn't fighting head-on; he kept retreating, drawing the shadow servant farther away.
The shadow servant wanted to return to the theater after finishing off Yang Xinyan, but each attempt failed as Yang Xinyan led him farther away.
Eventually, the chase led them into a narrow alleyway.
Yang Xinyan finally stopped, looking around in fear.
It was a dead-end!
The shadow servant's grim expression twisted into a sneer. Though chasing Yang Xinyan had taken far more time than expected, with him trapped in a dead-end, the task would be simple.
Gripping his blade, he inched closer to Yang Xinyan.
But then, a sudden surge of dread washed over him!
The shadow servant couldn't pinpoint the source of the danger, but instinctively tried to dodge.
It was too late.
A figure leaped down from the wall, stabbing a short blade straight into his neck!
Enhanced by the assassin-exclusive "Righteous Fury" talent, the blow struck true, silencing the shadow servant.
His eyes widened, finally glimpsing his assailant—a woman?
He realized he had been too careless, chasing too deeply without scouting first.
To his dying breath, he couldn't understand how such a small town hid so many skilled fighters…
Xia Ruoling withdrew her blade from the shadow servant's neck, his body collapsing beneath her.
Zhao Haiping took the shadow servant's remaining flying blades and grabbed his sword.
"The only drawback of the Yang Xinyan role is the lack of a weapon.
"If I hadn't fought this shadow servant multiple times in trial simulations and memorized his moves, I might have been at a real disadvantage today, fighting unarmed."
Though unscathed, Zhao Haiping felt a twinge of lingering fear.
With 100% pain sensitivity in this ultimate trial, a single cut could leave him incapacitated.
They had to stay sharp.
No injuries this time, but he vowed to be even smoother next time.
Without delay, the two regrouped with their allies, ready to storm the theater and wipe out the remaining bandits and demons.
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