[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-244":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336298,4567,"Chapter 244: Bronze Drum Yao Soul (The Ma","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-244",244,"\u003Cp>Luo Shigen and Meng Jiumei were both able-bodied youths who stayed in the village, with little exposure to the outside world; though they could read and write, they didn’t even own a mobile phone and had rarely left the village in their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brought by Qin Yun to the recording studio, they were so nervous they didn’t know where to put their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun first spent half a day recording the backing track entirely using electronic simulation; the production team relied solely on Qin Yun’s video reference for sounds like the cowhide drum and bronze drum, the bamboo clapper and bronze bell, the small wind barrel, the ox horn, and the hum of spinning tops—all generated electronically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, when he proposed modifying the bronze drum ritual, the clan elders had firmly opposed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had maintained this ancestral worship for centuries—how could it be changed so easily? But after seeing Qin Yun’s full concept and the songs he wrote, they were moved by the vision he described.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the elders convened a meeting with respected villagers and reached a decision—but even then, they insisted the changes not be too extensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was already very satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the backing track, they moved on to recording the song, but Luo Shigen and Meng Jiumei had never experienced anything like this—they were flustered, hands trembling, unsure where to place them, let alone sing properly. Mistakes piled up, and they couldn’t even find the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several hours, they’d barely recorded anything, leaving them utterly overwhelmed; the more nervous they became, the worse they performed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun decided to pause and took them out to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the dinner table, they sat quietly, their spirits low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat. You need to be full to sing well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Shigen picked up his chopsticks, ate two bites, then put them down. He sighed, “Big Brother Qin, I don’t think I can do this. Maybe the elders should pick someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah,” Meng Jiumei nodded in agreement. “I feel we’re just not suited for this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled. “Whether you’re suited is up to me to decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at them. “From the sound alone, you’re perfect—I, as the composer of this song, can say that with certainty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You lack only confidence and experience. So look at me—am I in a rush? Because I know this process is normal. Even professional singers don’t record quickly. You don’t need to stress like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Think about it—once this song is recorded and promoted, your voices will be heard across the village and online. People will dance and sing to your music. Imagine that feeling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes slowly brightened. Even without considering the internet, just picturing their song playing during the village’s ancestral rites—it truly felt wonderful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their confidence return, Qin Yun exhaled softly—he’d truly feared they might give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two days of recording, the three returned to the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan saw him and asked curiously, “How did it go? Was it smooth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun waved the hard drive in his hand. “Smooth enough. Want to listen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, I’ll wait until the rehearsal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, suit yourself. I’m going to see the elders. How’s Duoduo these past two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s weaker,” Su Huan’s eyes dimmed as she sighed. “She won’t last many more days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun turned to find the elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting them, he immediately began discussing the revised bronze drum ritual. The changes were minor—only the opening song needed to align properly; the rest was just instrumental backing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elders listened, then nodded in agreement—but before finalizing, they wanted to hear Qin Yun’s composition first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun pulled out his phone and tapped play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the rhythm began, the opening roar and the wild, rustic singing struck the elders’ hearts. Their eyes widened, and vivid images of the bronze drum ritual, monkey dance, circle-drum stepping, spinning tops—all authentic Bai Ku Yao ceremonies—flooded their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the elders seemed satisfied, Qin Yun said, “During rehearsal, we only need to synchronize a few key parts with the song. The rest doesn’t need adjustment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Rehearse tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. After rehearsal, we record.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about the homestay? I asked everyone—they have no experience and don’t know how to start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun asked, “How many households agreed to run homestays?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll have my girlfriend speak with them. The homestay is critical—keeping visitors overnight is the key. Only when people stay can we sustain sales of surrounding products.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s plan wasn’t complicated—since Jiaping Village had no special features, he’d conceived the idea of composing a song to provide external support. And he was grateful for the reward from his previous check-in task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he received the songwriting skill that day, he’d been speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t in the entertainment industry—why give him this skill? Yet now, it was proving useful. Had he not written this song himself, he never would’ve believed he could create cultural art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember everything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun looked at the villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Let’s rehearse once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded to Su Huan at the periphery; she immediately took her position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wum—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the ox horn sounded, Su Huan pressed play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the progress bar advanced, a vast, echoing roar rose—Luo Shigen’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey yo! Bright—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ho—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yao mountains open their gates!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze drums shake the mountain’s soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the intro played, the elder began to dance, but since it was a rehearsal, his movements were restrained—just simple gestures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the main verse began:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Male:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ox horn blows through clouds of a thousand peaks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient village burns incense to honor ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Female:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bronze drums line up to face sun and moon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun patterns carve the rings of years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Male:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sticky resin dyes robes that sway in the wind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White pants tread songs, descending to mortal dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Shigen and Meng Jiumei’s voices rang strong and powerful, blending with the stomping steps and the bronze drums’ “tang tang,” creating a bronze drum ritual unlike any before in Jiaping Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan saw it for the first time—she was instantly captivated by the song and the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her gaze settled on the man at the center, her eyes sparkling with countless stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t love a man who’s a treasure—endlessly deep, endlessly unexplored?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bronze drum’s echo lingers through the woods,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passed down from generation to generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hey…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the finale ended, new instrumental backing began—Qin Yun had spent hours crafting it, ensuring it would never run out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discussing and correcting minor issues with the elders, Qin Yun immersed himself in rehearsal for several consecutive days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, the song “Bronze Drum Yao Soul” grew steadily more perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until this day—the first official performance, scheduled for June 18, was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast drying ground was filled with villagers prepared for the bronze drum ritual. At an elevated spot, a girl named Lan Duo rested in a wheelchair, supported from behind by Su Huan, ready to witness the full ceremony for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan placed her phone in Lan Duo’s hands and whispered gently, “Duo duo, when I say ‘play,’ press the button, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the appointed hour arrived, the ox horn sounded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wum—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Duo duo, press play.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, Lan Duo’s finger tapped the play button—and a rhythmically powerful melody erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It jolted her heart, lifting her spirits slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the ritual began in earnest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s three camera positions were ready, recording the entire event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bamboo clappers shattered mountain dew,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cowhide drums urged open ten thousand doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient method of the spiral sun and moon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver bells shake loose the evening stars\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Songs, shouts, bronze drums, ox horns—each scene, Qin Yun recorded them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is it? What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Su Huan and Lan Duo, Qin Yun asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Duo smiled: “Amazing, Brother Qin Yun, you’re truly talented.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, of course. Later, Brother Qin Yun will go to even more places for live streams—you must watch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will.” Lan Duo nodded firmly, though inside she thought, if I’m still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun uploaded his video to Douyin, TikTok, and YouTube.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his fanbase size, the moment he posted, views, likes, comments, and shares exploded like gunpowder meeting a spark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit, this song is so good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As soon as the drumbeat hits, my hairs stand on end—sure enough, what’s ethnic is universal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is this? Where did Brother Qin go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, bamboo clappers, bronze drums, unified shouts—the moment the sound comes out, it feels like the soul is resonating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not flashy at all, but somehow it’s addictive—I watched once and wanted to watch again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is what Chinese ethnic culture should look like: vibrant, confident, neither crude nor clichéd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What ethnic group is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like the White Pants Yao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-five dancing and singing—what are the Han doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Han are watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the video spread, the song and the bronze drum ritual scene instantly went viral—countless people demanded the location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun had anticipated this; with the seven homestays already fully prepared, he pinned his own comment to the top of the comment section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Location: Jiaping Village, Bayi Township, Nandan County, Hechi, Guangxi; every Saturday, a bronze drum ritual is held here, accompanied by song and dance, honoring heaven, earth, and ancestors. This place preserves the ancient method of the spiral top; the White Pants Yao’s traditional sticky-gum dyed cloth; and the mysterious bronze drum offering. Those interested are welcome to come see.】\u003C\u002Fp>",1607,"2026-06-20T21:37:30.093Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5d33509a55c122c9f712cd49e4b9701e9eb423fb94379c5b73127e8f75960b07","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-245","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-243",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]