Chapter 138: Overbearing Recruitment

Inside Room 506 of the 57th branch of a hotel, Yue Xiaotian put on his trousers while casting a glance toward the bed.

At this moment, Meng Qiu was still fast asleep on the bed with a lingering smile on her face. Judging by her expression, it was as if the world was filled with love and absolute fulfillment!

Thinking back to the fierce battle of the previous night, Yue Xiaotian could not help but feel a twinge of pity, thinking to himself, "Goodbye then."

The Dance God's principle of dumping people is that what you cannot obtain is forever the most precious. The highest level of not being able to obtain it is to consume it and cast it aside.

After washing up in the bathroom, Yue Xiaotian walked out of the room without looking back.

Leaving the hotel, Yue Xiaotian disliked the hotel's complimentary breakfast and instead went looking for a noodle shop on the street.

Because it was during the period of the Grand All-Competition, the streets were already packed with people as early as six or seven in the morning.

A dozen minutes later, thanks to his boundless romantic charm, a beautiful woman cleared half a table for Yue Xiaotian.

After ordering a large bowl of pork intestine and beef noodles, a large glass of milk, ten servings of beef, and twenty raw eggs, Yue Xiaotian sat down.

Looking at the handsome man in front of her, the woman dressed in white greeted him bashfully, "Are you having breakfast?"

*Oh no, how could I have asked such a stupid question?* she thought, *He's definitely going to look down on me.*

Just as the beauty was self-blaming, a charming smile curved the corners of Yue Xiaotian's mouth. "Yes, you're having breakfast too, right?"

Her heart blossomed with joy! The woman in white had not expected Yue Xiaotian to reply in such a manner. *How considerate! How heartwarming!*

At that very moment, however, a tinge of grievance arose in her heart because Yue Xiaotian was playing with his sound-vision device.

Glancing at the world record table that Lan Ruo had sent via email last night, Yue Xiaotian was quite satisfied, and then opened a news website.

As he tapped to play a video, Yue Xiaotian looked up and smiled, "Will this disturb you?"

"Oh? No, not at all."

Soon, as the video played, Yue Xiaotian's brows furrowed tightly.

The protagonist in the video was none other than himself, and the core of the matter was him slapping someone else in public. From last night until now, this video had already surpassed 20 million views, and the comment count had exceeded 8 million.

The media outlet that published the video was still somewhat decent; they merely stated the facts without guiding the public or expressing individual opinions.

Compared to other video and text reports—such as "World Champion Bullies Weak Martial Dance Civilization, Morals and Ethics Corrupted," "A Disgrace to the Celebrity World," "People from Small Nations Can Never Make It to the Big Stage," "The Selfish and Base Roots of the Mortal Race," "Heavenly Purple Open Your Eyes, Such a Person Deserves to Be Lame for Life," and so on—this one was considered the best.

Beneath it, millions of comments were filled with curses. Ninety-nine percent of them were berating him, while the remaining one percent only gained attention by holding opposing views rather than genuinely agreeing with his actions.

At this point, the woman in white looked at the reflection in the sound-vision device on the table and asked with a look of astonishment, "Th-this person on here is you?"

Amidst such a massive uproar, there was actually someone who still didn't know about this scandal. Curious, Yue Xiaotian asked, "Did you not watch the news?"

Shaking her head gently, the woman in white replied softly, "Um, no. I've been busy preparing for the competition lately, so I haven't looked."

Picking up the sound-vision device, Yue Xiaotian waited for the approaching waiter to set down his breakfast before asking, "I'm also in the competition. Which event is fellow friend planning to enter?"

Picking up her glass of milk and then putting it back down, the woman in white answered sweetly, "I'm planning to go for the Flaming Ice Blades the day after tomorrow. How about you?"

As he cracked raw eggs into his cup, Yue Xiaotian smiled and said, "I have no plans to compete for now; I need to recruit musicians and prepare for a performance. By the way, if you run into me in the future, you'd better not choose the same competition event as me."

Though she didn't understand where Yue Xiaotian's confidence came from, the topic the woman in white was currently more concerned about was dance-music. "Wow, fellow friend, do you want to form a band? You're the leader, hey."

Stirring the large bowl of pork intestine and beef noodles, Yue Xiaotian shook his head with a smile. "A band? The setup is too small. I am going to build the strongest, most comprehensive, and most popular symphony orchestra with a triple-woodwind and brass setup, breaking all boundaries of dance and music so we can perform any song or dance. The official auditions start at three o'clock this afternoon. If you have time, you might as well come and join the fun."

Clenching her delicate fists and holding them to her chest, the woman in white looked at him with sheer adoration. "Y-you are the conductor?"

Lifting a strand of noodles into the air, Yue Xiaotian's eyes carried a charming smile. "Come and you'll find out."

With that, Yue Xiaotian finished a rather pleasant breakfast.

Accompanied by the shining sunlight and a gentle breeze, Yue Xiaotian went in search of an art gallery after finishing his meal.

Following a spot inspection and negotiation, Yue Xiaotian successfully settled the arrangements for booking the entire venue.

Having resolved that issue, Yue Xiaotian headed back out to the streets to find a printing shop.

Judging by the information he received and the scale he had seen, the printing shop before him looked quite decent.

Inside a hall spanning over a hundred square meters with exquisite decoration, eight high-end-looking printing machines were rapidly churning out prints with a rhythmic swishing sound.

When Yue Xiaotian walked in, a female staff member sitting at the front desk stood up and smiled, "Hello, how can I help you, fellow friend?"

Halting his steps, Yue Xiaotian stated, "One million promotional flyers within two hours, color printing. Can you do it?"

One million copies, color printing, within two hours!

This was a colossal business order, but the timeframe was terrifyingly tight.

Recovering from her daze, the female staff member quickly said, "Please take a seat for a moment, let me get our boss to discuss this with you. Just a moment, please."

Walking over to the sofa in the reception area and sitting down, Yue Xiaotian quietly waited for the owner to appear.

Before long, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked over briskly from a corridor inside the shop with a smile on his face.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries and understanding Yue Xiaotian's requirements, the boss readily accepted this massive order.

The next moment, the boss broadcasted the task to all of his branch stores.

In an instant, thousands of staff members across Imperial Dragon City began scrambling to work on the flyers.

To curry favor with such a major client as Yue Xiaotian, the boss even helped him spread the word across the internet, since a widespread rollout was necessary after all.

Having experienced the massive psychological shock from the martial dance "Shining Star" last night, Yue Xiaotian had figured out his direction in life.

Indeed, with the seventy-two divine skills of the Conductor Great Dance God provided by Little Nine, coupled with the cultural shift of the entire Earth and so on, becoming famous was simply too effortless. The legend of Fama served as proof.

Even in this celestial metropolis, it was no different—it completely lacked any sense of challenge.

However, Little Nine's true name was the Conductor Superstar System, and the core task it required him to accomplish was to cultivate eighty-eight music gods. That was what a true conductor ought to do.

As it neared twelve o'clock noon, listening to the progress report on the flyer distribution, Yue Xiaotian was quite satisfied and casually gave the boss an extra hundred thousand as a tip.

Meanwhile, a fairly substantial storm was brewing across all major districts of Imperial Dragon City.

Whether at transit stations, residential neighborhood entrances, street intersections, or major commercial stores, his recruitment information was posted everywhere.

Even though the printing shop was not a professional advertising agency, the copywriters under its employment had managed to stir up sufficient heat on the SoundNet.

At this moment, dozens of shocked voices erupted from the open-air garden inside a seafood food stall.

"No way? The Star Soul Philharmonic Orchestra is recruiting eighty-eight Star Gods? What about the previous members?"

"Singers, violinists, pianists, drummers, harpists, horn players, electronic keyboardists—they're recruiting for everything."

"Even the lowest-ranking triangle player gets an annual salary of ten million dance-dollars?! Then wouldn't the concertmaster get a billion-dance-dollar annual salary? Who is the conductor of this Star Soul? What an extravagant display!"

"Damn it, your information is way too outdated. Over five months ago, Senior Ziyang swept across the musical and sound systems of three thousand civilizations, directly shattering the highest divine musical score and conducting feat of the Northern Dance Civilization that had remained unbroken for a hundred thousand years—did you seriously not know?!"

"Yeah, rumor has it that Senior Ziyang is a Dance God, and the Star Soul Philharmonic Orchestra under his command has eighty-eight Star Gods. I reckon this recruitment must be for Senior Ziyang's grand-disciples making their debut. Otherwise, ordinary dancers wouldn't even meet these standards, which surpass even the Royal Orchestra of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Kingdom."

"Then why the hell are we still eating?! It's twelve-thirty! Run for it, it starts at three!"

Scenes like this were happening all over the place. Aside from transcendent dancers, Yue Xiaotian's standards could be said to be the highest in the entire celestial realm.

In an instant, musicians and dancers of all kinds swarmed toward Yue Xiaotian's location.

At the same time, Yue Xiaotian muttered to himself at the recruitment venue, "Let me find a good sapling; I need to lead an orchestra to fame."