ccnovels #309 - Her concert
#309 - Her concert
Immortal Realm Remains?
The emergence of relics that gave birth to countless heroes in the cultivation world, he had not encountered even one in a hundred years of cultivation;
Unexpectedly, he encountered one here!
However, Daoist Priest is no longer the naive young cultivator he once was.
He doesn't ask about the treasures inside, but first asks about the other party's two conditions. If he can't fulfill them, there's no need to covet this opportunity.
'Gao Huating' said, "The specific conditions can only be told to you when the time is right."
"Don't do that, let's make things clear."
Wang Jixuan said solemnly:
"The current situation is very complicated. The three spiritual cultivators who are eyeing this treasure are all stronger than me at the moment."
"If it weren't for Jialinuo threatening that the Interstellar Gate might open at any time, I wouldn't be in such a hurry."
"Threatening?"
'Gao Huating' said seriously:
"If it's because of the threat of the Blade Beasts, then you can relax for the time being."
"They currently cannot activate the Interstellar Gate on this planet, and the Interstellar Gate outside cannot locate here either."
Wang Jixuan was puzzled: "Why?"
"When my soul awakened, the land of inheritance we left behind had already been automatically activated, and this planet was actually shielded."
'Gao Huating' said softly:
"The Blade Beasts may not know about this."
"According to my observation, they only use technology and can only replicate a small part of the technology. They cannot actually understand the principles of the technology."
"The Interstellar Gate is also a technology we left behind. It's very simple to shield it."
"It's just a pity that this kind of shielding is limited."
"How long?"
"About four or five months," 'Gao Huating' said with some helplessness, "The remaining energy of the planetary barrier is not much, so I didn't originally intend to tell you about this, because the time is too short and it's not very meaningful."
Wang Jixuan murmured: "So, we have four or five months to improve our strength?"
"What you said is the most pessimistic scenario. The Blade Beasts may not launch an attack directly after a few months."
'Gao Huating' explained:
"Their current goal should be to enslave some of the spiritual cultivators."
"You are an elegant cultivator. There's no need to disrupt your cultivation rhythm because of the threat of this inferior artificial race."
Wang Jixuan: … …
An elegant cultivator.
This was the first time he had heard this evaluation.
After all, there were many old elders in their Wangxian Valley who spoke loudly and cursed when they were drunk on immortal wine.
"We can't pin our hopes on the enemy's mercy."
The Daoist Priest was also a little helpless:
"To be honest, with only a few months, it's indeed difficult for me to improve to a higher realm."
"I can't be elegant right now. Let's try to survive first."
'Gao Huating' comforted him: "Cultivation should be gradual. What you should pursue is your own upper limit, not the speed of cultivation."
"That's why I came to find you."
Wang Jixuan smiled:
"I'm still hoping that I can restore some of my strength through your family fortune."
"As long as I return to 60% of my peak strength, I will be confident to protect this planet and be invincible."
"If that's the case… …"
'Gao Huating' thought carefully.
She said softly: "Why don't you wait until you reach the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm before coming to me to open the secret land of our civilization's inheritance? If your realm is lower than the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm, it should be difficult to quickly digest the inheritance inside."
Several black lines hung on Wang Jixuan's forehead: "Wait, did I ever tell Gao Huating about my cultivation realm?"
"You are the second cultivator I have encountered."
'Gao Huating' smiled gently, her eyes also carrying a bit of recollection. After pausing for a few seconds, she continued:
"I can understand your current predicament."
"Once standing at the pinnacle of all living beings, only a line away from ascension, but now being forced and threatened by these depraved and despicable fellows."
"But please cherish your talent and ability for cultivation. Don't let the complicated situation affect your future achievements."
There was a bit of envy and regret in 'Gao Huating's' eyes.
She said softly: "The path you can take is the ideal we have been longing for but cannot obtain."
"Ascension?"
"Yes."
The Daoist Priest was speechless.
He still hadn't asked what the two conditions were, and he would always feel a little uneasy in his heart.
If it was to ask him to give out the complete cultivation technique, how should he choose at that time?
Seemingly seeing Wang Jixuan's doubts, 'Gao Huating' smiled gently:
"How about this, when you reach the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm, we will go together to open the secret land. Before we set off, I will tell you what the two conditions are."
"It's not difficult for you, and it won't violate morality or justice."
"Okay," Wang Jixuan asked, "Is the treasure the secret land of inheritance?"
"Yes," 'Gao Huating' said, "If Willhelmina Tuck can gain your complete trust and become your close partner, you can also bring her along and let her try to experience a spiritual cultivator's promotion trial."
"Then I roughly understand."
The Daoist Priest nodded slowly.
In short, this secret land is unlikely to have any miraculous pills, nor will it allow him to increase his cultivation by hundreds of years.
'When did I, a poor Daoist, learn to indulge in wishful thinking?'
He got up to say goodbye;
Gao Huating raised her hand and supported her temple. Her previous life's soul had already faded away.
"Prepare well for tonight's performance," Wang Jixuan encouraged, "There will be many audience members this time. Use your singing to send them on their final journey."
"Yes, I will do my best!"
Gao Huating clenched her small fist to cheer herself on.
Wang Jixuan waved his hand and turned to leave. Just as he jumped out of the car door, Gao Huating took a step forward:
"Sir! Will you be here tonight?"
"Of course, my main body is here to send these souls on their way."
Wang Jixuan said simply:
"We can go back to Fortress 76 together later. I'll have them prepare a private plane."
"Okay," Gao Huating nodded vigorously, watching Wang Jixuan's back as he walked away with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door for a long time without looking back.
She sighed softly, dispelled the distracting thoughts, hid her thoughts in her heart, and continued to adjust her makeup in front of the mirror, preparing for tonight's singing repertoire.
"He is not a good match," the person in the mirror reminded softly, "His goal is to go to the world of the strong, and he will not stay too long for anyone."
"Sir has a girlfriend," Gao Huating responded softly.
She pursed her lips lightly, closed her eyes to take a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
In a trance, she opened her eyes, and before her were countless stars, layered upon layered, gathered like a sea around the stage, scattered on the plateau.
She heard the cheers around her;
Even though there were no sound waves vibrating in the air.
Gao Huating held the microphone stand in front of her with both hands, her long dress and hair depicting a beautiful picture under the spotlight.
"The next song is a piece I previously composed for Commander Black Storm. At this special moment today, I would like to sing this song for everyone… …"
The military band played the string music with a simple arrangement.
… …
A corner some distance from the stage;
Daoist Wang, who was preparing the incense table, yellow paper, and bonfire basin, raised his head and glanced at the stage upon hearing this.
Zheng Shiduo smiled slyly beside him: "Brother Wang, Miss Huating is singing a song for you."
"What does it have to do with me? I just provided her with creative inspiration," Wang Jixuan glared at Lao Zheng, "You are the main crier later!"
"I can't cry!"
Ji Xiao smiled slyly: "You can put some chili water in your eyes."
"So experienced? You cry second later," the Daoist Priest ordered mercilessly.
The smile shifted from Ji Xiao to Ji Yale's face.
Wu Man ran over from the side holding several suonas: "Sir, these instruments have been delivered. Are we going to use these later? Is there any special meaning?"
Wang Jixuan picked up a suona and weighed it in his hand.
He then remembered that he actually didn't know how to play this thing.
The Daoist Priest muttered: "You guys can play freely later. It's just that we need to have this ceremony, although I don't know if it will work."
Gao Huating's singing came through the air.
Wang Jixuan had actually heard this song, "Black Storm", several times, and each time he heard it, he had a different feeling.
When Gao Huating hummed it in the next dormitory, it was a feeling of lightness, with a bit of youthful and ignorant expectation.
When she recorded it in the recording studio or sang it on the radio, she could naturally stir people's hearts.
Tonight's song had a bit more of an unyielding emotion. Although it wasn't sad or resentful, it could touch the areas of people's hearts that were usually difficult to touch, which was very in line with the current atmosphere of farewell.
The starlight near the stage kept flickering.
The layered figures were all immersed in the unique waves released by Gao Huating.
Wang Jixuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw this: "She's really quite strong."
"A natural songstress," Zheng Shiduo praised beside him, "No wonder she came out of our D5."
Several phantoms slowly floated over from the side.
They were the souls of the old marshals who had shown their faces and greeted Fu Jian that day.
Wang Jixuan put down the peach wood sword and talisman in his hand, took the initiative to greet them, showed a faint smile, and slightly cupped his hands to the people.
"Everyone, have you made your decision?"
"Yes, a few old things like us want to leave, and a group of young people will stay."
"Thank you, young man. We, who are already dead, can actually get different options from you here… … Actually, being able to free us from that kind of pain, and being able to defeat a Pillar Blade Beast, is already incredibly unbelievable."
"You're welcome," Wang Jixuan raised his hand and said, "This is just a small effort for me, and I have also gained a lot of benefits."
"Alas."
An old marshal looked into the distance with emotion, and said slowly:
"I didn't expect that Fu Jian is still holding up humanity. Are we really lacking successors?"
"Humanity still has many heroic generals."
Wang Jixuan said solemnly:
"It's not that we lack successors, but more often, Fu Jian himself is too strong. His followers don't have the confidence to surpass him."
"From actual contact, the Blade Beasts don't have any real leaders. They just rely on their own strength to act recklessly."
"As for the Spiritual Cultivators, most of them are just selfish and self-serving."
"Anyone can bully the weak, and they can even find ways to indulge in depravity. But to defeat the strong with the weak, especially to lead a weak civilization to defeat a strong civilization, is not something anyone can do."
The old marshal nodded in agreement.
The old soul next to him asked, "Did you come specifically to help our civilization?"
"Yes," Wang Daoshi nodded seriously. "First of all, I am also human, but a human with a different development direction. We don't have technology over there, but we happen to know a little about spiritual energy and psionic energy, which is enough to restrain the Blade Beasts and Spiritual Cultivators!"
Zheng Shiduo and Wu Man exchanged glances.
They had never heard Wang Jixuan speak like this.
It sounded a bit like boasting, but considering everything that had happened before, it felt like Wang Jixuan was just stating facts.
Just without any humility.
The old marshals visibly breathed a sigh of relief. They nodded slowly and gave Wang Jixuan a military salute.
Wang Jixuan returned the salute with cupped hands.
"Thank you, Cultivator."
"We shouldn't place the hope of our civilization's revival on you. The future depends on the efforts of humanity. However, we still hope that you can help our successors more."
"In the era when we were alive, a large number of humans died every day, and cities fell one after another."
"We lost eighty percent, ninety percent of our population. These are not cold numbers, but blood and hatred."
"That sense of powerlessness once brought us to the brink of collapse."
"However, now we see hope, a portion in you, and a portion in our old comrade."
"Let's not chat anymore. We'll leave first, lest we be surrounded by a group of soldiers we brought out, crying and weeping."
"Farewell, everyone. Take care on your journey."
Wang Jixuan said with a smile, then watched those few illusory figures walk forward, into the starry night, into the desolate wilderness where civilization had fallen silent.
The night wind blew.
They talked and laughed, their voices fading further and further away, their figures gradually fading, fading until they disappeared.
Perhaps life is like this, with some regrets, with some satisfaction, passing through a journey and disappearing.
Several more illusory figures floated over, accompanied by the melodious tune in the night wind, chatted with Wang Jixuan for a few words, and then bid farewell and left.
The starlight began to gradually dim.
The singer on the stage was singing songs with deep emotion.
Wang Jixuan was seeing off one figure after another.
The incense table and the secular funeral band he had prepared became decorations. After all, Wang Jixuan didn't know where the specific road to the Yellow Springs was.
Over a million military souls would remain in the Elysian Curtain to guard against the sixth pillar from giving birth to its own soul again. They were stained with a little demonic energy and transformed the demonic energy into Buddhist light.
They would gradually dissipate later, but they could guarantee that the sixth pillar would not be easily taken back by the Blade Beasts within a few years.
Apart from the souls of these soldiers, other souls were gradually passing away tonight.
There were also some souls of alien civilizations, and the number was not small, similar to that of Earth humans. They were also expressing their gratitude.
Regret was already the main theme of the night.
As the night drew to a close, the singer Gao Huating, whose voice was already hoarse, couldn't help but burst into tears on the stage, and asked someone to bring a harp and began to pluck the strings.
Little by little, starlight accompanied the sound of the harp, floating towards the sky, merging into the Milky Way, turning into the starlight of the stars.
The harp music lasted for a long time before it ended.
Gao Huating opened her eyes, and before her was an empty wilderness, and behind her was the band that had already left.
She felt lost, feeling that everything was a dream, but she was unwilling to wake up from the dream.
"Let's go back."
A familiar voice sounded beside her.
Wang Jixuan was standing by the stage, lazily greeting her: "I only have half a day of rest, and it will take two or three hours on the road, so let's go back quickly."
"Okay, sir."
Gao Huating smiled gently, lowered her head and kissed the harp, and without even bothering to remove her makeup and change into casual clothes, she ran over holding the skirt of her performance costume.