Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 583

Chapter 581 Singing

If this thing is used as an alarm clock, it is really useful. Anyone who hears it will jump up, fight the alarm clock, and wake up quickly.

The Sound Fairy’s Divine Mind suspected that Jiang Li’s musical level was actually very poor, but she changed her mind and thought that such an unpleasant song, even if played randomly, could not be so unpleasant.

Maybe this cultivator did it on purpose, going against the grain and creating an unpleasant song.

The Sound Fairy’s Divine Mind boldly guessed that this was a master of the way of music, who was very secretive.

The Sound Fairy’s Divine Mind allowed Jiang Li to pass the first test.

The Sound Fairy’s Divine Mind was still very tolerant of cultivators. As long as the work was done seriously and not plagiarized like the first one, she would consider most of it to be passed.

“Music Immortals often lament that composing music is easy, but finding a soulmate is hard. Sometimes, let alone a soulmate, two practitioners of musical rhythm can’t even understand each other, filling the elegant art of rhythm with hostility. It’s truly a shame. This second test focuses on coordination and understanding. You’ll be paired up, one composing the music, the other singing. The lyrics must be related to your surroundings.”

“Preparation time: one and a half hours.”

“Shall we team up temporarily?” Jiang Li approached Yu Yin. The Ruyi Gourd saw this and quickly shook its head. “You’re kidding! I can’t team up with anyone, but you.

Besides, if the master doesn’t have anyone to team up with, he can team up with me.

” Yu Yin restrained the very opinionated Ruyi Gourd and said calmly, “If you insist, that’s fine.”

Yu Yin continued, “Will you compose the music or sing?”

“Composition. I’m new to the art of rhythm, and my singing isn’t very good yet,” Jiang Li said. He had only been practicing for five hundred years, which was quite a dabble for a Mahayana cultivator.

“Really? I remember you sang quite well, and even the Old Emperor praised you highly.” Yu Yin glanced at Jiang Li, a smile etched in the corner of her eyes.

“It’s all thanks to the Old Emperor’s favor,” Jiang Li said without blushing.

Yu Yin recalled a time not long after the three of them became candidates for Human Emperor. Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, the two great gods, had already demonstrated their sharp minds during the Human Emperor’s trials.

Back then, the Old Emperor hadn’t regretted letting his two grandsons be candidates.

It happened to be a grand festival, and the two accompanied the lonely Old Emperor, Yu Yin following behind.

The lights were ablaze, the festive atmosphere was intense, and even prices had risen by 60%.

The Old Emperor laughed heartily at the sight of Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, usually so boisterous, now so quiet.

In his joy, he drank a little and said that Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu were promising talents. Despite their eccentric personalities, they were also good people at heart, and they should learn from Yu Yin.

The two readily agreed.

Jiang Li said, “I will definitely.”

Bai Hongtu said, “I will definitely do it next time.”

Jiang Li then said that since it was a lively time, why not show off my talent and sing a song for the Old Emperor?

Bai Hongtu nodded repeatedly, saying that Jiang Li was very talented in music. “I couldn’t help but twist my body in the tree after listening to him. You must listen.”

Yu Yin quietly put on her earplugs.

The Old Emperor was happy and agreed.

Jiang Li had just sang a line when the Old Emperor’s drunkenness subsided.

Halfway through the song, the Old Emperor quickly covered Jiang Li’s mouth, praising Jiang Li’s beautiful voice and great power, and telling him not to sing unless there was a special reason.

The Old Emperor was worried that the store owner would kick them all out if he continued singing.

“Jiang Renhuang, do you know that among the heavenly tribulations, there is a tribulation called sound tribulation?” Ruyi Gourd said as it poured out thunder tribulation juice from the gourd mouth. This was Yu Yin’s favorite drink, crispy and numb, and very delicious.

The prerequisite is that one must have sufficient cultivation.

“Sound tribulation?” Jiang Li had never encountered it before.

“The Sound Tribulation is a strange calamity. During the tribulation, demonic sounds fill the cultivator’s ears, disrupting their Daoist heart and causing them to lose focus and fail.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m saying that the Sound Tribulation is nothing compared to you.”

Yu Yin tapped the gourd. “Watch your mouth. Even when you speak the truth, be careful with your words.”

“Okay, Master.”

Yu Yin produced two cups, one for herself and one for Jiang Li. After a moment

‘s thought, she called Luo Ying and Luo Zhu over and gave them both a cup of Thunder Tribulation Syrup, weakened to the extreme.

Overjoyed, the two took a cautious sip, feeling thunder surging in their mouths.

Seeing this, they quickly sat down to refine it, then took a second sip.

They were pleasantly surprised to discover that the Thunder Tribulation Syrup could improve their physical strength and shorten their arduous training. Even the most top-tier body-refining treasures couldn’t match this effect.

…

For an hour and a half, many cultivators were dissatisfied with their chosen partners, believing their compositions were awful and that they would be better off composing for themselves.

After composing a piece, the other party complained that it was terrible, and the two couldn’t work together.

Another two people were dissatisfied with the performance of their composer. One wanted a theme of spirit stones, but their partner called it too vulgar. The other partner suggested a theme of mountains and forests, but the other person said it was pretentious and unoriginal, and the two couldn’t work together either.

This situation mostly occurred between people who knew each other. Those who didn’t know each other would tolerate each other out of temporary teaming, but among those who knew each other, there was absolutely no regard.

The Music Immortal’s mind shook slightly. She encountered this kind of situation every time the Secret Realm of Music opened.

There were too many Musical Cultivators who were eccentric, felt superior, and looked down on others.

Some sang about the dripping water wearing away the stone, which spoke of perseverance and tenacity. Others sang about the desert wind and sand, expressing a sense of lofty ambition. Still others sang about the rushing stream, lamenting the irretrievable passage of time.

The performances, each with its own unique style, showed that both members of the team could cooperate with each other.

Luo Ying wrote the lyrics, and Luo Zhu sang.

Luo Zhu’s singing voice is beautiful, like a lark, smart and melodious. Many music practitioners envy Luo Zhu’s musical talent.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Luo Zhu was a gem in the rough. With a little guidance, she would shine in the realm of music.

Luo Zhu’s theme was the wind, and her voice perfectly matched the theme. The Music Immortal’s divine sense was delighted, allowing the siblings to pass the test.

“We really have to sing this?” Yu Yin, with a rare look of embarrassment, expressed some resistance to Jiang Li’s composition.

“You have to trust my taste. This song will definitely get us through.”

“Change it.”

“Why change it? I think this one is great. Go ahead.”

The Ruyi Gourd swayed, supporting Jiang Li. “Master, go ahead. I want to hear you sing.”

Yu Yin glared at Jiang Li. Why had she been so careless just now, teaming up with this guy?

Teaming up with a pig would have been better than Jiang Li.

Yu Yin’s cheeks flushed slightly. She cleared her throat and sang softly:

“Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on a vine, fearless of wind and rain, la la la la…”

(End of chapter)