Chapter 126: Divine Peach Blossom Dance Technique!

On the grassland racetrack within the borders of Fama, after more than two hours of running, Le Xiaotian had already left the town far behind.

There were an enormous number of contestants in the tournament—supposedly 1.8 million. In Earth’s terms, that meant every animal had joined in.

Gazing at the boundless prairie ahead, Le Xiaotian regulated his breathing and pace, advancing steadily toward Phoenix Nest.

Just then, an elegant female voice rang out from the sky. It was the voice specially assigned to play music after the start of the race.

Enhanced by dance magic, the voice spread across a range of tens of millions of kilometers. It was vast without being shrill.

“The next selection is an outstanding work that appeared only this year. It is performed by the Star Soul Philharmonic Orchestra, conducted by Dance Master Ziyang. The piece is called Journey from Mortal to Immortal. We hope everyone enjoys it.”

Journey from Mortal to Immortal—the English title was RR, a composition by Mak Chun-hung, from Chinese Paladin B, and the exclusive theme for Tang Xuejian.

“I never thought the Six Degrees of Separation theory would prove useful after all. Although the Empress of Fama tried to suppress everything completely, some information still slipped through. I can’t believe the person in charge chose this piece. Still, it suits the occasion. Her taste is merely average.”

When he realized that music from Earth had been chosen as one of the tournament’s background pieces, Le Xiaotian was delighted.

Empress of Fama, you want to suppress it? Do you really think you can?

After the electronic synthesizer tones, the violin’s main melody, and the explosive pipa technique rang out together, a pure and tranquil background unfolded into an immortal realm that seemed capable of embracing everything.

Because Le Xiaotian himself had performed the piece, and because it was being broadcast through this powerful system, the listening experience was as stirring as hearing it through headphones, even without the resonance created by enclosing the ears in a sound chamber.

When a strand of melodious flute music sprang forth, the brilliant French horns drifted quietly into the composition with a husky technique, laying the groundwork for the deep tones of the cello section.

With only a few simple notes, the advantages of combining Eastern and Western instruments became immediately apparent. It was just like the immortal city before him. Only by embracing everything could one create the most beautiful music and dance the most captivating dance.

Le Xiaotian noticed that as soon as the piece he had performed began playing, the people around him—even the animals, whose frequencies and musical systems were entirely different—became utterly dazed.

After all, Earth’s music already stood out from everything around it. With Le Xiaotian himself as the performer, it was like a crane among chickens, exceptionally conspicuous. It was a light shining in the darkness, dazzling and radiant.

As the music continued, wave after wave of sound once again surged through heaven and earth.

“Great heavens! Who is Senior Ziyang? Is Star Soul a newly formed orchestra? How come I’ve never heard of it? This song is so beautiful!”

“My goodness! Senior Ziyang’s conducting is incredible, and the musicians’ performance is divine. I’m convinced!”

“Oh my! Is this the Blue Star musical system that emerged from Fama a few months ago? I absolutely have to attend a Star Soul concert!”

“Fama has suffered a major upheaval. I don’t know the details, but this music is wonderful!”

Listening to the excited screams echoing across the world, and seeing the crowds of humans and animals around him roaring wildly, Le Xiaotian smiled.

But in the next moment, his brows drew together slightly.

To his right, three Yiben dog-headed men, each more than two meters tall, were complaining loudly.

“Woof! What kind of lousy song are they playing?”

“Exactly! It isn’t exciting at all. What a disappointment.”

“I’m going to file a complaint, woof!”

As the three dog-headed men’s howls grew louder and louder, Le Xiaotian lost his temper.

Xiao Jiu’s voice rang out.

“Since the great conductor and dance deity Le Xiaotian is in a state of fury, and since his three beloved wives are still waiting in agony, taking into account the various circumstances of the grand tournament, we have decided to activate the divine three-star dance art: the Ninefold Peach Blossom Dance of Annihilation!

“Ding! Activation successful. The Peach Blossom Ninefold Dance of Attraction, which normally requires dance power, is now in use.

“Ding! An endless number of peach blossoms have successfully been attracted to Le Xiaotian.

“Ding! The Ninefold Funeral Flower Dance of Time and Space, which requires no dance power, has been activated. This dance art can control time.

“First turn of the Funeral Flower Dance: Viewing the Future. The user may observe future scenes for thirty seconds. Bury ten thousand peach blossoms to advance to the second turn.

“Second turn of the Funeral Flower Dance: Time Stop. The user may freeze all things in heaven and earth for thirty seconds. Bury one hundred thousand peach blossoms to advance to the third turn.

“The abilities and information for the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth turns will be revealed upon activation.”

“So what if you make me a god or an immortal? All I want is to reunite with my beloved wives. As long as Earth’s music and dance dominate the Celestial Realm, that’s enough.”

Having long since grown accustomed to being shocked, Le Xiaotian did not give the matter much thought. He simply began using the technique according to the method in his mind.

He ran toward the three Yiben dog-headed men. When he was about two meters away, he followed the required procedure and solemnly commanded in his heart:

“Peach blossoms—bury!”

At once, the second turn of the Funeral Flower Dance activated. Time stopped, and everything in heaven and earth froze. The three dog-headed men were no exception.

Le Xiaotian lunged forward and slapped the first dog-headed man hard across his gray canine face.

“What the hell! Don’t you know that you have to listen to an entire piece before you have the right to judge music?”

Smack!

Roaring, Le Xiaotian slapped the second dog-headed man across the face as well.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Do you even understand immortal-heroic culture?”

Smack!

The third dog-headed man did not escape either.

“Do you understand the path of guiding the spirit, with sorrowful notes that never cease?”

Smack!

“Do you understand the immortal-heroic world of joy and grief, reunion and separation?”

Smack!

“Have you ever heard an immortal piece conducted by the Dance God himself? It’ll shock your trousers right off you!”

Smack!

“What I hate most is idiots like you who criticize without thinking!”

Smack!

As a man of Earth, Le Xiaotian absolutely refused to let anyone maliciously trample on Earth’s music in front of him.

Amid a succession of furious roars and an endless barrage of slaps, his temper gradually subsided.

Keeping track of the dance art’s duration, he returned along his previous route after finishing the lesson he had given the three dog-headed men.

When the thirty seconds elapsed, heaven and earth returned to normal. The three dog-headed men collapsed to the ground, howling.

“Woof! My face hurts so badly!”

“What happened? Why is my face burning?”

“Big brother, I feel dizzy.”

Le Xiaotian paid no attention to the three dog-headed men. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a woman not far ahead.

She was petite, with a curving figure and a delicate, oval face—the very image of a refined girl-next-door.

Her name was Meng Qiu.

Meng Qiu had been the school beauty back in middle school. In Le Xiaotian’s memory, she had been a green tea schemer. Before his transmigration, he had failed to win her over.

“Didn’t she enter a higher academy? Why is she taking part in the Martial Extremity Tournament too? For fame? It must be. Although the tournament offers no performance fees, it is an excellent battlefield for individuals, dance troupes, and orchestras to make a name for themselves. A great many people want to perform here. Once they become famous, everything will be easier afterward. But is she really a green tea schemer?”

As doubt arose in his heart, Le Xiaotian also made a decision.

Whether she was a schemer or not, he would make her fall in love with him first and then dump her.

Because he was now the great conductor and Dance God!

Having decided to avenge the Le Xiaotian of the past, he limped toward her.

There were always plenty of backup admirers around Meng Qiu, and this time was no exception.

Under the astonished gazes of several men, Le Xiaotian ran to a position in front of Meng Qiu and began running backward.

His sudden appearance nearly caused Meng Qiu to fall into his arms.

Once she recognized Le Xiaotian, she frowned slightly. But because she needed to conserve her strength, she did not speak.

Le Xiaotian took in every change in her expression. As he ran backward, he sneered coldly in his heart, while his face shone with warm sunlight.

“When we reach Phoenix Nest, shall we dine at Love’s Language or Thick with Passion?”

The first rule of striking up a conversation: the opening line should always be open-ended yet specific. Never look at the other person’s prominent chest; look straight into her eyes instead, focusing on the back of her head so that she feels as if her very soul has been pierced through.

Le Xiaotian’s gentle yet domineering invitation made Meng Qiu’s heart tremble, but she merely gave him an apologetic smile and did not reply.

At the same time, several of her backup admirers began mocking him angrily.

Le Xiaotian was not in a hurry.

The third rule of love: draw them in, then hold them at a distance.

The second rule: display your talent.

The second rule of striking up a conversation: arouse curiosity and leave behind a mystery.

With that thought, Le Xiaotian suddenly halted. Then he crossed his hands and waved them apart. As he did so, he lowered his voice and issued an order to the sound communicator on his left wrist.

“Maximum volume. Burning mode. Blue Star composition Pacific Rim, Peking Opera R version—play!”