Chapter 84: Transcendental! The Power That Changes the World!

【Congratulations, Host: Piano Skill Has Ascended to Transcendental】

【Proficiency Maxed Out】

As a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

Song Mo's heart tightened slightly.

What surprise would the first Transcendental skill bring him?

The thought had barely surfaced.

In an instant, Song Mo felt a surge of information flood his mind.

【Piano Transcendence: Controlling Emotions】

He absorbed the information in his mind.

Song Mo understood:

After the Piano skill ascended to Transcendental, he gained power beyond the mundane.

Controlling Emotions.

As the name suggests, he could now perceive a person's emotions through the Piano.

And by playing the Piano, he could influence emotions—soothing them or stimulating them.

This seemed of little practical use.

But…

Used correctly, at critical moments, it could turn the tide.

For example, if a girl intended to take her own life, Song Mo could stabilize her emotions and soothe her wounded heart through Piano music.

He could change her mind about suicide.

Or, if a wild beast went berserk and threatened to harm people, Song Mo could calm it with Piano music, gradually pacifying its violent, agitated soul so it would no longer attack.

If speaking of the broadest application:

Song Mo could become a world-class emotional mentor.

Do not underestimate this.

This is terrifying power—power capable of influencing and changing the world!

As long as one is human, one has emotions—times of loss, sorrow, despair, even world-weariness.

Whether battered by setbacks or betrayed by others, the wounded soul always needs solace.

The Transcendental power in Song Mo's Piano music, combined with his peerless Piano technique, would drown out all other soothing music.

Song Mo's music, once heard,

would be unforgettable for life.

He would gain countless fans.

Music knows no borders—whether in bustling Modu, New York, London, Paris, or remote African nations, villages, tribes, or even among primal tribes living in the Amazon rainforest.

When they heard this soothing music,

when they heard this uplifting music,

when they heard the Piano melody that seemed to fully understand them, understand humanity, brimming with selfless love, like the gentle whisper of Mother Earth—

they would be utterly conquered.

Song Mo's influence would surpass the combined legacy of all musicians in history.

He could even become a force that reshapes the world order.

Solely through music.

He would win people's favor, gather fans from across the world—whether good or evil, citizen or foreigner.

Perhaps, because they loved Song Mo, people from other nations would come to love Huaguo by association.

Song Mo could use sound to convey his thoughts.

He could teach people through music.

«…»

Song Mo suddenly felt a great mission resting on his shoulders.

The System chose him; he was the lucky one reborn.

The System offered him aid, asking for nothing in return.

Everything depended on himself.

If he spread peace, the world would be affected;

if he spread malice, the world would change accordingly.

Beneath the moonlight,

Sheldon and A Dai Lin were utterly entranced.

The Piano music whispered softly.

The moonlight was enchanting; the night was like water.

What a perfect night!

Their moods involuntarily grew cheerful and light.

When the piece ended,

the two siblings remained lost in thought for a long time.

Song Mo had risen from the Piano bench and returned to the dining table.

The evening breeze brushed his face, refreshingly cool.

Sheldon: "Song Mo, you're the first man so outstanding that I can't muster even a trace of jealousy—honestly, sometimes I even hate that I'm not a woman."

"At the very least, that would let me boldly pursue you."

Song Mo's good mood from advancing his Piano skill to Transcendental was instantly ruined.

A chill ran down his spine.

"Sheldon, damn it, you didn't have to be so disgusting."

Adelin said nothing; she carefully saved the video she had just recorded, then asked Song Mo.

"Song Mo, I just recorded you playing music."

"Could I keep it?"

Song Mo nodded.

"Of course, it's your freedom, Adelin."

Suddenly remembering something, Song Mo said:

"By the way, Adelin, could you forward me a copy of the video?"

"My Twitter and Kuaishou accounts haven't been updated in ages—I'll take a lazy shortcut and use this video as content."

"Of course."

Adelin felt a pang of reluctance.

In truth, she wanted to keep it all to herself.

Good things should be shared with everyone.

But if something is exceptionally wonderful and precious, wanting to possess it alone is only natural.

The servant brought the dishes up.

A lavish feast.

The most enticing was the red wine, glowing with a breathtaking beauty under the moonlight.

Sheldon called out:

"Song Mo, my dear friend, dig in!"

"This is one of the few chances I have to be proud in front of you—how do you rate my dinner?"

Song Mo took a small taste.

Then a small sip of wine.

"I dare say this is the most lavish meal I've ever eaten."

"And it has a unique flavor."

Song Mo smiled. "Thank you for your hospitality."

The meal was delightful.

Sheldon's underlying message aligned perfectly with Song Mo's own thoughts: forget all the messy stuff outside.

Buddy, enjoy yourselves!

…

The next day.

Song Mo woke up.

Sheldon wanted to take him out for fun.

But Song Mo politely declined.

"Sheldon, let's talk about our collaboration first."

"Otherwise, going out for fun would feel like something's left undone—uncomfortable."

Sheldon shrugged.

"Fine."

"Song Mo, my idea is that you let me invest. Don't worry—I'll cover all costs for building the factory and sourcing raw materials."

"Including sales channels. You only need to give me thirty percent equity."

Sheldon believed he had offered the most favorable terms.

But unexpectedly, Song Mo still shook his head and refused.

"Sheldon, perhaps we could try a different form of collaboration."

"The ingredients for Longhu Zhuanggu Pill are extremely precious—I don't think this is a drug suited for mass production; a diluted version using common herbs is another matter."

"What I mean is, I can handle all production and manufacturing myself."

"But for sales, you could take on more of the burden."

Sheldon instantly understood Song Mo's meaning.

He cried out:

"Oh! Song Mo! You know I always thought we were close friends, but your actions now are pushing us apart!"

"Are you afraid I'll leak your formula?"

"I would never do such a thing, okay?"

"Where is the trust between people?"

Song Mo's face was expressionless.

"Precisely because we are friends."

"That's why I traveled thousands of miles—just to let you earn money easily."

"Sheldon, I'm here to give you money, aren't I?"

(End of Chapter)