Chapter 909

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Most of the basic information about Miss Luo Quan had been covered; there was little else to dig into, so the host refocused the attention on Miss Luo Quan's artistic talents:

"Earlier we mentioned your exceptional musical talent—what specific areas are you most skilled in?"

"I'm skilled in composition, performance, and singing." Miss Luo Quan didn't show even a hint of modesty—she might as well have said there was nothing she couldn't do.

But she was telling the truth, and her expression remained perfectly calm.

"Could you demonstrate a little here?" The host didn't doubt Miss Luo Quan—he himself was an avid enthusiast who played many instruments.

Hearing her say this, he felt excited and simply wanted to exchange insights and experience.

"Of course." Miss Luo Quan reached into her storage ring and pulled out a guitar.

There were no guitars in the Huan Yu Xing, but there were similar instruments with nearly identical playing methods and timbres.

"I'll play you a simple practice piece."

(Song title: Flaming)

As Miss Luo Quan plucked the strings, a melody as crisp as wind chimes and as gentle as a stream flowed from her fingertips, making every person in the room tremble inwardly.

Her movements were sometimes exquisitely soft, as if caressing a lover's delicate skin, brimming with tenderness.

At other times, they became wildly intense, her plucking speed so fast it created afterimages.

Her slender fingers danced like a dancer across the six strings, performing a passionate, vibrant dance.

With dazzling fingerwork, Miss Luo Quan wove a magnificent, exquisite piece of music.

She bowed her head, lost in rapture, savoring the music she had created.

Her face, flawless as a sculpture, bathed in the enchanting melody, made the host unconsciously recall ancient mythological depictions of celestial deities.

She was the embodiment of light, the embodiment of talent, the embodiment of beauty.

At that moment, every listener in the room had stopped thinking—only awe and admiration filled their minds.

As the saying goes: amateurs watch the spectacle; experts watch the technique.

As a guitarist of considerable skill, the host understood better than any audience member just how terrifying Miss Luo Quan's technique was.

Just the dense, impossibly clear artificial harmonics she produced were enough to make over ninety percent of guitarists feel utterly inadequate.

Most people didn't truly understand harmonics.

Put simply, playing without harmonics was like singing with a raw, untrained voice—dry, lifeless, devoid of beauty.

With harmonics, it was like giving that raw voice the voice of a professional singer—the overall listening experience shot upward dramatically.

Producing high-quality harmonics required extremely precise and rapid fingerwork, combined with long-term practice.

To be fair, the host admitted that on certain familiar pieces, he could produce harmonics comparable to Miss Luo Quan's.

But those pieces didn't require many harmonics, so he could maintain quality.

The piece Miss Luo Quan played, however, not only featured harmonics of astonishing quality but also an overwhelming quantity that made his heart race.

Just that alone was enough to make him feel daunted.

Worse still, while playing harmonics, she also demonstrated advanced techniques like hand-tapped harmonics, left-hand barre chords, and multiple sweep-picking patterns.

Moreover, the song's melodic range was enormous, placing it firmly in the category of difficulty level eight stars or higher.

Yet Miss Luo Quan executed it all with flawless, buttery-smooth technique.

Not a single mistake. Not a single wrong note.

At her age, with this level of skill, the host racked his brain and could only think of two or three musicians remotely comparable.

Note: "remotely comparable"—not superior to Miss Luo Quan.

In his view, those so-called guitar prodigies hyped online were 100% inferior to Miss Luo Quan!

This was not the kind of technique someone her age should possess; for an ordinary person to master so many advanced techniques without ten or even twenty years of practice was pure fantasy.

It could only be said that talent in the field of art manifested with terrifying power.

It could effortlessly surpass decades of ordinary labor, drastically shortening the distance to success.

"Incredible! If you refine your technique just a bit more, you might even summon a Song Spirit phantom?" The host applauded in awe.

Miss Luo Quan smiled shyly: "Unfortunately, I know many instruments, but my skill level is roughly the same across all of them—neither outstanding nor weak."

"That's already terrifying." The host wasn't sure if she was being modest or not. "If you could summon Song Spirit phantoms on every instrument you play, that would be insane."

"By the way, how does your composition skill compare to your instrumental skill?"

"Composition is better." Miss Luo Quan answered without hesitation. "And significantly better."

Without waiting for the host's invitation, Miss Luo Quan took out her phone, turned it on, and played a track from her library.

Although there was no internet on this alien world, most phone functions still worked, and downloaded songs played normally.

Miss Luo Quan chose a piece saturated with Inheriting Huaxia flavor.

Unsure of the Sacred Tang Empire's people's tastes, she felt music aligned with Sheng Tang Tianchao's style would be safest.

The song she played was "Memories of the Forbidden City."

The song began with a long stretch of silence, broken only by faint instrumental tones.

But as the drums sounded, a vast, majestic aura surged forth, pulling every listener into the deep, millennia-old cultural atmosphere of Inheriting Huaxia.

Words like nobility, solemnity, and splendor flooded their minds—as if the Forbidden City stood right before them.

Most difficult of all, this song wasn't just about the grandeur of a golden age—it also carried the sorrowful melancholy of a dynasty's fall.

In "One Hundred Years of Solitude," there's a line: All the brilliance life bestows must eventually be repaid with solitude.

Every dynasty was like this: glorious when all nations paid tribute, tragically desolate when it collapsed.

The Forbidden City had witnessed the rise and fall of two dynasties.

In these six hundred years, it had seen the vermilion towers rise, the banquets held, and the towers collapse.

Those who built it, conquered it, and ruled it were all gone—but the Forbidden City remained, still waiting to witness the rise of the next nation.

Within the Forbidden City, there was light, and there was darkness—never to be judged as one.

Everyone knows the Hall of Supreme Harmony, where emperors ruled over millions.

Few know how many concubines perished in the Cold Palace, how many maids drowned in ancient wells.

The first half of this story had been covered by many composers who wrote about the Forbidden City—and they did so well.

But the second half was extremely rare.

"Memories of the Forbidden City" captured both faces of the palace, embodying two utterly distinct emotions—and pushed both to their extremes.

The song ended. The audience, including the host, fell silent.

The song was so profoundly moving that none of them knew how to respond.

Just moments ago, they had glimpsed a magnificent palace complex—clearly the effect of a Song Spirit phantom.

A song reaching this level was no ordinary work; and Miss Luo Quan already had two such pieces—truly astonishing.

"A genius born of heaven!" the host exclaimed sincerely.

Just two songs had already revealed Miss Luo Quan's talent and brilliance in full.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed someone could possess such terrifying talent in both martial arts and art.

"I dare say, within five years, you'll become a star whose fame echoes across the entire Universe!" The host delivered a double entendre, offering his blessing.

"I'll take your good words as an omen," Miss Luo Quan beamed, thinking this wasn't even her best piece.

The interview lasted two hours. Afterward, Miss Luo Quan returned home with Bai Bai Xingwei.

Good fortune came one after another. As soon as she entered her room, the system—silent for over ten days—finally stirred.

"System upgrade complete! High-tier store unlocked! Cultivation point allocation system activated!"

This simple notification made Miss Luo Quan's heart nearly leap out of her chest.

She immediately opened her personal panel. Attributes like beauty, singing ability, and physique remained unchanged from before.

But beneath them, a new cultivation panel had appeared.

The data was divided into five major categories:

Spirit: 101

Constitution: 1005

Strength: 345

Agility: 268

Qi: 316

The first four were easy to understand; the last one, Qi, referred to Qi reserves.

The higher this attribute, the more times she could use the Curry Stick.

Without a benchmark, she didn't know what level these values represented.

But her Constitution was over a thousand—far exceeding all her other attributes—likely due to her Pure Luminous Body.

Her mental strength, as Bai Bai Xingwei had said, was indeed weak.

"System, where do these attribute points come from?"

Miss Luo Quan's heart burned. If she poured all the points into Strength, wouldn't she become a one-punch hero?

"Complete tasks, gain fan devotion energy, and cultivate to earn attribute points. You currently have 10 unallocated attribute points. Use them wisely."

"Only ten?" Miss Luo Quan frowned.

"Can't be helped. This system just launched—all previous points were wasted."

"There's no help for it—this system just launched, and everything before was wasted."

The system's reply made Miss Luo Quan's heart ache unbearably—if this feature had existed since her debut, how many attribute points would she have gathered?

"Too bad. I'll just have to start over."

Miss Luo Quan shook her head in regret, then opened the upgraded mall.

She was immediately stunned by the mall's vast array of goods.

At the high end, she could exchange for solutions to long-standing scientific puzzles—antimatter, controlled nuclear fusion, the unified field theory.

At the low end, there were countless pills to extend life, medicines to cure cancer, and all kinds of bodily enhancement drugs.

What had she traveled so far for, if not for these very things?

Now that her wish was finally fulfilled, Miss Luo Quan's eyes welled up with tears.

But when she saw the prices of these medicines, she cried even harder.

"How can they be this expensive? The cheapest cost a trillion heat points—I've only accumulated ten million since my debut. How long will I have to wait?"

Miss Luo Quan, eyes red, asked the system—going from heaven to hell was unbearable.

"It's mainly because your current realm is too advanced. The more you earn, the more you spend. If you were on Earth, these items would be far cheaper."

"So the system advises you to exchange what you need on Earth first—it's much more cost-effective."

"You scared me half to death!" Miss Luo Quan patted her chest, relieved.

The Divine Warrior Trial had just ended, granting her a mandatory three-month rest period.

If she didn't choose to continue immediately through the remaining four matches, she'd be forced to rest three months after each subsequent match.

The Huan Yu Xing year had twenty-four months, each thirty days, with each day equaling two Earth days.

That meant her next match wouldn't be for another half-year.

She could've chosen to finish them all at once, but the opponent she faced in the first match—Kamos—made her realize how many fierce warriors participated in this trial.

She didn't have Bai Bai Xingwei's confidence to take on five in a row.

So, for safety's sake, she'd take them one at a time.

With exactly half a year to spare, she could use the attribute point system to significantly boost her combat power—perfectly ideal.

Besides, she'd been away from home for so many days—it was time to go back and check on things.

Without much hesitation, Miss Luo Quan chose to return to Earth.

"Bai Xingwei, I'm heading back home. I'll come back when the next trial begins."

Miss Luo Quan went to Bai Bai Xingwei's room to say goodbye.

Bai Bai Xingwei wasn't surprised at all—she herself had been overwhelmed by Miss Luo Quan's martial talent and had already planned to enter seclusion for intense training.

"You'd better train hard. The next match might be easy or hard—don't get eliminated too soon."

Though Bai Bai Xingwei felt a pang of reluctance, her words remained sharp, still teasing Miss Luo Quan.

"Pfft. I'm giving you the same advice!"

Miss Luo Quan smirked and walked to the door.

Then she turned back, smiling at Bai Bai Xingwei: "Thanks for looking after me these past few days. From now on, your world won't have me…"

"Ugh, just scram…"

Bai Bai Xingwei knew Miss Luo Quan was about to get sentimental—she kicked out suddenly, pretending to aim for her.

Miss Luo Quan dodged with a grin and ran back to her own room.

Over the past dozen days, the Gate of Anywhere's energy had fully replenished.

Compared to Earth, the Qi concentration on Huan Yu Xing meant the Gate had almost no cooldown time.

She opened the door—on the other side lay familiar green hills, farmland, and bamboo huts.

Miss Luo Quan took a gentle breath—full of the scent of home.

Though far less pure than Huan Yu Xing's, it filled her with deep comfort and peace.

"Earth, I, Luo Han San, am back!"

Miss Luo Quan stepped forward, her feet touching the soil of her homeland once more.