Chapter 100: A Single Melody of Guangling San, the Dao Manifested, Shocking All Present—Tianqin Nü

Seeing that even Feng Qingling of Wanhuang Lingshan could not surpass Tianqin Nü in qin art.

The crown prince and others’ admiration deepened further.

“Hehe, Tianqin Nü has received the full transmission of the Immortal Dance Qin Sect’s sect leader; in qin art, no one may truly surpass you,” said the young master of Wanbao Merchant Association, flattery dripping from his words.

“That’s not entirely true—my master once said that in qin art, there is one person she is far from matching,” Tianqin Nü suddenly said.

“Oh? Who might that be?” asked the crown prince.

Everyone present was deeply curious.

In terms of strength, that Immortal Dance Qin Sect’s sect leader may not even rank among the top in the Huangtian Immortal Realm.

But in qin art, that sect leader is worthy of the title of number one.

Tianqin Nü shook her head slightly: “My master said little, only that the person seems to have some connection to the Jun family.”

Upon hearing this, many around them were greatly astonished.

“The Ancient Jun family?” The crown prince’s eyes flashed with sudden interest.

If there was one name mentioned most often in the imperial capital lately, it was Jun Xiaoyao.

“Jun family…” Feng Qingling’s eyes revealed a faint thread of coldness.

She had no fondness for the Jun family.

Jun Xiaoyao, however, felt a touch of surprise.

“Could it really be that coincidental?” Jun Xiaoyao thought of his mysterious guardian, who had never revealed himself.

That guardian’s qin art was so powerful he could casually obliterate saints.

Jun Xiaoyao suspected that the legendary qin master whom even the Immortal Dance Qin Sect’s leader praised—was none other than his own guardian.

At this moment, the old woman who guarded Tianqin Nü spoke: “Who else wishes to challenge my lady?”

The entire top floor of Xianqiong Tower fell silent.

Even Feng Qingling of Wanhuang Lingshan had been defeated.

Who would dare to step forward?

“Young master, it seems this qin contest is over,” said Qin Xuan beside him.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao stood up.

“Young master?” Qin Xuan looked puzzled.

“I humbly request to challenge Tianqin Nü—may I?” Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

All eyes turned toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Tianqin Nü’s beautiful eyes flickered with surprise.

She had been quietly observing Jun Xiaoyao, for his aura was utterly transcendent.

“Of course you may—I didn’t expect you to also be skilled in qin art,” Tianqin Nü said warmly.

“Sort of—I’ve only been playing for a few months,” Jun Xiaoyao said.

From the moment he signed in and obtained Fengming Qishan, to now, it had indeed been only a few months.

Yet as soon as he spoke, the entire Xianqiong Tower fell into silence.

Many wore expressions of utter disbelief.

“Is this man mocking Tianqin Nü?”

“He’s only been learning qin for a few months—and now he dares challenge Tianqin Nü, the number one qin master of the Huangtian Immortal Realm?”

Everyone assumed this mysterious young master had come here to make a joke.

Even Tianqin Nü, whose temperament was as icy as frost, was momentarily stunned.

Had it been anyone else, Tianqin Nü would not have deigned to compete.

But Jun Xiaoyao’s aura was too unique—like a celestial immortal descended—unbearable to refuse, irresistible to investigate.

“Very well, then, young master, please proceed,” Tianqin Nü said, her gaze deep and profound.

Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged upon the high platform.

Feng Qingling’s eyes revealed a hint of cold mockery.

Even she could not surpass Tianqin Nü—how could someone who had only studied qin for a few months possibly compete?

But in the next instant, Feng Qingling’s pupils froze.

Her eyes contracted sharply; her breath seemed to halt.

For Jun Xiaoyao had pulled out an ancient qin.

Crimson-gilded, exquisitely beautiful, radiating an arcane and formidable aura.

It was the ancient qin, Fengming Qishan.

“Did I see that right? Is that an ancient holy weapon?”

“It truly is an ancient holy weapon—just who is this young master, that he casually produces such a relic?”

If before, everyone had regarded Jun Xiaoyao with some disdain,

Now, they were utterly stunned.

After all, not everyone could produce an ancient holy weapon.

“This young master is surely an heir of some immortal sect!” someone thought inwardly.

The crown prince also looked astonished.

Murmurs rose throughout the Xianqiong Tower.

Feng Qingling stared at Fengming Qishan, her eyes blazing with unprecedented fervor.

That qin suited her perfectly.

Had she possessed it earlier, perhaps she would not have lost to Tianqin Nü.

Greed surged in Feng Qingling’s eyes.

As a descendant of the Ancient Imperial Clan, arrogance was woven into their very blood.

Meanwhile, Tianqin Nü’s heart trembled.

She grew even more certain that this immortal-like young master came from an extraordinarily powerful lineage.

Next, Tianqin Nü steadied her composure and began to play.

Again, her signature piece: the “Robe of Clouds and Feathers.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s slender fingers plucked the strings.

The “Guangling San”—one of the Ten Famous Melodies!

As the melody began, heavenly auspices appeared; blossoms of the Dao bloomed in the air.

Petals of light rained down from the void.

This was the tangible manifestation of the Dao—making everyone present feel as if they had undergone a transcendence.

Jun Xiaoyao was enveloped in divine radiance, his aura profoundly sacred, brimming with celestial qi.

At this moment, all were lost in awe.

Jun Xiaoyao had infused the Dao itself into his music—a true comprehension and evolution.

He had even surpassed the melody itself!

Feng Qingling drew a deep breath, her crimson eyes filled with shock.

She had just claimed that if she could not defeat Tianqin Nü, no one in the entire Immortal Realm could.

But now, hearing this melody, even she was stunned.

This piece—Tianqin Nü’s “Robe of Clouds and Feathers”—could not compare at all!

Tianqin Nü ceased playing, her beautiful eyes fixed in daze.

She could not continue.

For what she played was merely form.

But Jun Xiaoyao played the spirit.

If qin art had a spirit, then it must resemble Jun Xiaoyao.

“I lost,” Tianqin Nü murmured, a feeling she had never known rising in her heart.

As the melody ended, Jun Xiaoyao felt refreshed and invigorated.

He glanced around; everyone remained entranced by the lingering echoes.

Only after a long while did these prodigies return to themselves, their pupils trembling with awe.

“Tianqin Nü bows humbly before you,” Tianqin Nü rose and bowed gracefully toward Jun Xiaoyao.

“Lady…” the old woman from the Immortal Dance Qin Sect was also greatly startled.

Their lady was always as cold as ice, aloof and pure.

She had never bowed to any man, nor even looked at them directly.

Seeing this, the crown prince’s face turned green.

The young master of Wanbao Merchant Association looked equally displeased.

But he had seen many things—he knew one must never provoke someone like Jun Xiaoyao.

One misstep could bring catastrophic disaster.

“Since the young master has won, these three hundred immortal sources belong to you,” Tianqin Nü said generously, without hesitation, handing over the three hundred immortal sources to Jun Xiaoyao.

Seeing this, the crown prince and others felt as if they had swallowed flies, their faces turning purple.

It felt like using their own money to fund their rival.

Tianqin Nü’s eyes shimmered with unusual light as she looked at Jun Xiaoyao; after a brief hesitation, she spoke.

"The Lady of Heaven's Harp has an awkward request: she hopes to play the harp and converse with you all night long."

This mysterious young master before her possessed an extraordinary aura, a brilliance unmatched, and could produce an ancient sage weapon as if it were nothing—clearly his background was equally impressive.

Added to that, his mastery of the harp was so transcendent that even she had to yield.

Even the Lady of Heaven's Harp, an icy beauty, could not help but feel herself melting.

Water flowed with a gentle splash.

Upon hearing this, the Third Prince and others felt their chests tighten, their faces flushing between pale and green.

Play all night?

Or is it to talk of love all night?

The Third Prince felt his head turn green.

Jun Xiaoyao’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Things had unfolded exactly as he had anticipated.

The plan might proceed smoothly.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to speak,

a woman’s voice interrupted them.

"I am very interested in your ancient harp..."