Chapter 139 The Stammering Elf Princess

While Yue Xiaotian was busy with his recruitment, a major event was unfolding in the Southern Elf Kingdom of Wuwu.

Tens to hundreds of thousands of water elves were seeing off their respected Princess Ziyi.

The Elf race, blessed with the racial advantage of graceful voices, belongs to the Spirit lineage among the twelve major race classifications, and ranks first as a major race in the newly revised Myriad Waters Myriad Races Record: "Emerald Ten Spirits."

The Water Spirits of the Spirit lineage excel in resonance, returning to the Source through communion. First comes resonance, then comes assimilation; to become a spirit, one must first align.

Beneath them are the other nine Spirit races, the Ten Golden Demons, the Sixteen Silver Saints, the Ten Black Iron Demons, and the Eleven Bronze Mortals. Yue Xiaotian happened to belong to the Mortal race, which ranked dead last among the Eleven Bronze races.

In other words, purely in terms of racial status, Yue Xiaotian and Ziyi were separated by fifty-six ranks.

Yet, despite this chasm-like difference, the two of them were about to cross paths.

This was because Yue Xiaotian was not merely the mortal Yue Xiaotian he appeared to be, and Ziyi was a water elf from one of the countless sub-races of the great Elf lineage.

At this moment, teary-eyed water elves could be seen everywhere in the lush forest because their princess was leaving.

As Ziyi's mother, this third daughter right before her eyes was her greatest worry. Yet, the current Water Elf Queen choked back her sobs and said, "Xiao Wei, go. The grand trial has begun, and Mother has always firmly believed that someone capable of discovering your value exists, and has been waiting for you."

Listening to her mother's parting instructions and looking at the reluctant expressions of her millions of subjects, the breathtaking Ziyi felt a deep stirring within her heart. Two crystalline teardrops inevitably slipped from her clear, blue eyes.

However, understanding her own circumstances and the decision she had made herself, Ziyi nodded with difficulty yet unyielding determination, "Mn."

As Ziyi's retreating figure grew smaller and smaller, the Water Elf Queen knelt upon the grassland, looking devout as she prayed, "Tianzi, I beg you to save my daughter. You bestowed upon her the most beautiful singing voice, but... oh, but. Please, I implore you to let Xiao Wei find her conductor."

Tens to hundreds of thousands of water elves were also kneeling on the ground at this moment, humming a melodious tune and devoutly praying for their princess.

Ten days later, the Imperial Capital of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Kingdom: Emperor Dragon City.

After ten consecutive days of travel, Ziyi had finally arrived in this immortal city. Her objective was simple: to find a conductor to whom she could entrust her life's work, thereby fulfilling her wish to sing to her heart's content.

Catching sight of this exquisitely beautiful woman, everyone Ziyi passed showered her with breathtaking praise.

At this moment, a dazed young man was the first to snap back to his senses. Flushing crimson, he rushed forward and handed out a flyer.

Gathering his courage, he blurted out, "Greetings, Dancer. Would you care to know about the most popular musician recruitment drive currently sweeping the imperial capital? Although I don't know much about your world, the recruiter this time is rumored to be the grand-disciple of the God of Dance!"

Ziyi originally had no intention of stopping, but upon hearing the words "God of Dance," she accepted the flyer.

Seeing the goddess before him take the flyer, the young man was ecstatic, practically fainting with joy. The goddess in front of him was an elf—though he didn't know which sub-race of elves she belonged to, ninety-nine percent of all elves were born dancers!

Realizing that such a high-tier being had accepted his flyer, the young man was burning with the urge to unload every bit of knowledge he possessed. "It is said that the standards for this recruitment are impossibly high. In ten days, hundreds of thousands of applicants haven't had a single one successfully selected..."

Listening to the endless stream of chatter as a growing crowd began to gather, Ziyi's delicate face flushed slightly. With a gentle nod, she quickened her pace and walked away.

At this moment, the stack of flyers in the young man's hands slipped from his fingers with a rustle, falling to the ground. His expression remained utterly vacant, his entire being immersed in the immense bliss of the nod Ziyi had given him.

Meanwhile, having accelerated away, Ziyi breathed a quiet sigh of relief a thousand meters out, her expression returning to normal.

Coming to a halt, she picked up the color-printed flyer and began to read: *The Star Soul Philharmonic Orchestra is sincerely recruiting eighty-eight Star Gods. We are not afraid of you having strength; we are only afraid of you lacking it. Extraordinary Dancers get priority!*

Under normal circumstances, Yue Xiaotian's promotional slogan would have been met with utter disdain because he was, after all, a mere mortal.

However, thanks to ten days of word-of-mouth spread and the influence of his own dance moniker, Purple Sun, musicians had flocked to him like ducks to water.

Likewise, for reasons unknown, Ziyi now found herself making the decision to go and take a look.

Because Yue Xiaotian kept a very low profile, the Tenglong Art Center where the auditions were being held was quite easy to find.

A dozen minutes later, Ziyi arrived before the entrance of the art center.

The scene here was extremely lively. The area was packed with musicians holding various instruments, their expressions a mix of tension and excitement.

Right at that moment, someone spotted Ziyi, and the bustling commotion rapidly subsided as the onlookers fell into a daze of admiration.

Faced with everyone's gaze, two rosy flushes once again crept onto Ziyi's cheeks, and she appeared somewhat nervous.

At this, the crowded throng automatically parted to clear a wide path, and many people respectfully said, "Please go ahead, Dancer."

Ziyi shook her head.

"This isn't cutting in line; we're giving way voluntarily. Please, after you."

Confronted with this situation, Ziyi hesitated for a moment before offering the crowd a grateful look, her steps carrying her onto the bluestone steps of the Tenglong Art Center.

Once Ziyi's figure vanished from view, a chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd:

"Such a gorgeous elf!"

"Her temperament is amazing. Just now, I almost felt like kneeling down."

"Don't even mention it. If brother here hadn't caught me, I would have dropped to my knees. Too beautiful! She has to be a princess!"

"May Tianzi bless her, I've decided—I'm going to be her water fan!"

Meanwhile, a similar scene played out in the long corridor inside the art center, as Ziyi's charm effortlessly captivated people of all genders and ages.

Compared to Yue Xiaotian in terms of sheer charm value, Ziyi might have lagged behind slightly in peak intensity, but her appeal was far more balanced, whereas Yue Xiaotian's leaned heavily toward the female demographic.

Of course, Ziyi's identity as a dancer still carried considerable weight, for if she so desired, a single finger of hers could crush a hundred martial artists here.

Proceeding without hindrance, Ziyi arrived at the recruitment site as she wished, her senses instantly grasping everything around her.

This was a large dance studio spanning over three hundred square meters, holding three to five hundred applicants. Most conspicuous among them was a man positioned right in front of the large mirror at the front of the studio.

This black-haired man wore sunglasses and leaned back lazily in a chair, his feet resting on a rectangular wooden table, his face etched with utter disappointment.

Just as an auditioning musician opened his mouth to produce a sound, the man impatiently waved his right hand.

The musician looked somewhat aggrieved as he asked, "Teacher Xiaotian, I haven't even sung yet. Why are you telling me to leave?"

At this, the man's expression shifted, his voice rising in what sounded like a roar: "How many times do I have to repeat myself for you people to understand? All things are frequency! I don't need to hear you clear your throat to know whether you're suited to be my singer. Even if you can't grasp that, you should at least know about this divine technique. I offer you the glory of opening your voice, yet you dare to question my ability? Are you here to wreck the place?"

The musician gave a start, then practically bolted out of the room in panic.

The next person to step forward was a man holding a cello. He spoke up, "Hello, Teacher Xiaotian. I'm here to audition for cellist."

The black-haired man's face darkened. Realizing he had just uttered nonsense, the musician hastily pulled a string, producing a resonant *hum*.

*Thwack!*

A tennis ball from the pocket on the table was hurled by the black-haired man. The ball instantly bounced off the floor and struck the musician squarely on the forehead, before bouncing back with pinpoint accuracy into the man's outstretched hand.

"Next."

*What precise technique! I didn't sense any fluctuation of dance power from him—is he not an extraordinary dancer?*

Just as a wave of astonishment washed over Ziyi, she saw Yue Xiaotian instantly leap up from his stool, rip off his sunglasses, and fix his exceptionally deep, black pupils upon her with a flash of intense excitement. Raising his voice, he proclaimed directly to her, "The beautiful lady with wings, stay behind. Don't be nervous, I mean you. Everyone else can go home and wash up for bed; we're done recruiting for today."

The crowd murmured in grievance, "Teacher Xiaotian, it's still early. Listen to a few more!"

"Listen to what? Go home and wait for the notice. If you don't leave now, I'm going to lose my temper."

"Goodbye, Teacher Xiaotian. Continue tomorrow, okay?"

"Continue what? Wait for the notification! Can't you people understand human speech? Make yourselves useful and clear out right now."