Chapter 141 First Consecration of Astral Gods

In room 3306, a luxury suite at the seven-star Skydance Hotel, Ziwei was sleeping soundly on the spacious bed.

A few soft, ethereal moonlight beams filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow upon her exquisitely beautiful face.

Beside her, leaning on one arm, was Yue Xiaotian, watching her intently.

Observing Ziwei sleeping peacefully after removing her jewelry, Yue Xiaotian found her looking even more adorable.

As he gazed at her quietly, Ziwei suddenly let out a soft whimper. Yue Xiaotian’s expression shifted instantly, and he began to hum a soothing, beautiful melody.

Before long, Ziwei, trapped in the midst of a nightmare, grew calm once more. Yue Xiaotian gently smoothed away her furrowed brows with a tender touch.

"Don't worry. From now on, you are my musician, and no one will ever bully you again. If they try, I'll unleash my fury."

Guarding her in silence until she fell back into a deep sleep, he let out a yawn. After all, the injuries he had sustained from the shockwaves during the day were still quite severe.

Rising quietly and affectionately pulling the blanket up over Ziwei, Yue Xiaotian walked into the study.

It was now two o'clock in the morning. After brewing himself a cup of instant coffee, Yue Xiaotian turned on the computer.

Logging into the Heavenly Tunes website, he observed the shifting data and quickly began gathering information. "Because of the Empress's ban, the download numbers are nearing a saturation point. Judging from the search results here and on Shining Star, my initial decision to focus first on music that appeals to the youth was correct. However, with daily earnings currently under 100,000 Dance Dollars, funds are getting a bit tight."

He browsed through the user base, the genres of music they favored, and relevant personal data.

A few minutes later, Yue Xiaotian began searching for recording studios or rehearsal rooms within Dragon Imperial City.

After making his selections, he hesitated for a moment. "Which song would be best for Xiao Wei to sing first?"

Filtering through the infinite melodies in his mind was a pleasantly burdensome task.

However, after a short while, Yue Xiaotian’s eyes lit up, and a smile spread across his face. "I've got it! We'll go with *Heartbeat*!"

With his choice made, Yue Xiaotian set to work composing the score and preparing the relevant materials.

Time slipped away quickly, and Yue Xiaotian, still recovering from his internal injuries, began to feel heavy with sleep.

Yet, he still did not go to bed. When he checked the time and saw it was six o'clock in the morning, with the sky outside the window turning pale, he shut down the computer and tidied the desk. Glancing back one last time at Ziwei in her slumber, he gently pulled open the door and stepped out.

Roughly an hour later, golden sunlight poured in, imbuing the entire suite with vibrant energy.

Before long, Ziwei began to stir from her sleep.

As she opened her eyes, Ziwei stretched lazily, but as if suddenly recalling something, her movements froze completely. Her large blue eyes snapped wide open.

However, after a quick glance around the room, she found no trace of Yue Xiaotian.

Thinking back to how Yue Xiaotian had watched over her while she slept last night, Ziwei still found the whole situation somewhat surreal.

Sitting up, she faced the warm sunlight, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

At that moment, Ziwei was in a wonderful mood because of the dream she had had last night.

Ever since that fateful year, the image of the Crimson Flame Python had haunted her dreams every single night, and last night had been no exception.

However, just as she was running away in a panic, a beautiful song had reached her ears—a song brimming with magic and a warmth that imbued her with strength.

Most importantly, that Crimson Flame Python had vanished, disappearing along with the mysterious melody.

Just as Ziwei emerged from the shadows of her years-long nightmare, she heard the sound of the room door opening.

Opening her eyes, the first sight that greeted her was Yue Xiaotian carrying a tray, dressed impeccably in a formal suit.

If she was not mistaken, this was the latest trend from the Nine Dragons collection, entirely custom-made and typically costing around 800,000 per set.

Though the myriad races of the Hongkun Celestial Realm coexisted and civilizations were as numerous as the stars—allowing people to dress however they pleased—why on earth was he dressed like this?

"Hehe, how did you sleep last night? Come and try the mung bean porridge I cooked for you myself."

As she climbed out of bed, Ziwei replied, "I—I'll go wash up first."

Placing the tray on the small dining table, Yue Xiaotian smiled and said, "You were blessed with natural beauty and absorb spiritual energy; there's no need to wash. You're already gorgeous."

Ziwei, however, scurried off toward the bathroom like a startled fawn, leaving behind a blushing expression.

Watching her dainty back, amused by the fact that she was acting so shy around him simply because they had spent the night in the same room—even though nothing had happened—Yue Xiaotian teased, "Well, washing up is fine too, though. How about I help you take a bath? We can wash together."

"Shameless scoundrel!" Instantly, Ziwei's indignant and embarrassed voice echoed from the bathroom.

Yue Xiaotian simply chuckled silently and waited patiently for her to reappear.

Moments later, Ziwei emerged from the bathroom, her face still flushed with a lingering trace of lingering annoyance.

Taking the mung bean porridge and a plate of preserved side dishes out from the tray, Yue Xiaotian said, "No anger in the morning, it ruins your good mood for the whole day. Come on, drink your porridge first."

The entire meal passed quickly. This was partly because Yue Xiaotian kept watching her, making Ziwei feel a bit self-conscious and restricted, and partly because she had eaten her fill the night before, slept soundly, and simply wasn't hungry.

When Ziwei finished breakfast with a look of lingering confusion, Yue Xiaotian rose from his stool, his expression turning solemn and grave.

Without hesitation, Yue Xiaotian stated his purpose. "Ziwei, I was honest with you yesterday: the Soul Star Orchestra and the Purple Sun Dance Troupe currently consist of just me as the sole director. However, Soul Star will only ever have one director.

"As a six-star dancer, mortal-world contracts no longer befit your status. Furthermore, Soul Star will not attach itself to any faction; our goal is to become the premier music and dance troupe in the Celestial Realm. I need my musicians to execute my musical and dance intentions with absolute loyalty.

"To put it simply, as long as I live, you will accompany me through life after life. Now, in the name of Yue Xiaotian, the sole director and leader of the Soul Star Orchestra and the Purple Sun Dance Troupe, I invite you to become my Celestial Swallow Star Deity! Are you willing to accompany me and carry out my will?"

At that moment, Ziwei was stunned. She finally understood why Yue Xiaotian had dressed so formally.

Although he had acknowledged her talent yesterday and chatted with her for so long, he hadn't made an invitation then.

She had assumed he was just exchanging polite pleasantries like anyone else. Yet, this very morning, he had extended such a sincere invitation.

If marriage was considered a sacred event, then what was happening now was an occasion far more sacred—a matter of monumental proportions!

To remain independent of any faction meant that if Soul Star wished to form and survive, it would require an immense, astronomical amount of money. And with the goal of becoming the best in the Celestial Realm, it would undoubtedly demand priceless, supreme-grade dance weapons down the line.

As the sole director of Soul Star, in other words, she would receive no formal guidance from anyone other than Yue Xiaotian—save perhaps for his mysterious, unseen bosom friend.

Under such circumstances, her options would be severely limited, and the only person she could truly trust would be Yue Xiaotian. There would be no guest directors, no first, second, or third directors stepping in to bark orders.

Yet, he was the newly emerged Senior Ziyang, whose directing genius defied the heavens. Perhaps she could take a gamble?

*Ziwei, oh Ziwei! What are you thinking? Have you already forgotten the pain once the wound has healed?*

*Who else has ever discovered and recognized your true worth? Even if he isn't a transcendent dancer right now, as long as he can sing, what is there to fear?*

With that thought, Ziwei dropped to one knee and lowered her noble head. "I am... I am willing."

*Hoo!* Secretly exhaling a breath of relief, Yue Xiaotian realized just how nervous he had been; his palms were damp with cold sweat.

Now, having formally recruited Soul Star's first musician, he felt ecstatic.

From this moment on, her lifelong happiness was entrusted to his hands!

Taking a deep breath, Yue Xiaotian extended his right hand.

Ziwei, waiting in jittery suspense, was actually harboring immense anxiety deep down. Because of the dynamic between a director and a musician, directors typically required musicians to sign binding contracts before investing in their cultivation, just to prevent them from bolting.

Conversely, to ensure the director they chose wasn't merely striving for personal glory, musicians often insisted on simple agreements or maintained a purely cooperative relationship.

Yet, the situation before her was entirely different. This could be described as the most elite arrangement in the entire Celestial Realm, for Soul Star had only a single director, and their ambitions stretched far beyond the mortal world.

In other words, the time they would spend together would be exceedingly long—just as Yue Xiaotian had said, she would accompany him through life after life!

At that moment, seeing Yue Xiaotian's right hand extended toward her, a wave of bittersweet emotion welled up in Ziwei's chest, and tears of uncontrollable gratitude blurred her vision.

Clasping Yue Xiaotian's right hand, Ziwei pressed her cherry lips softly against it.

Seeing her attempt to stand up, Yue Xiaotian said, "Wait."

Instantly, he pulled an exquisite box from his pocket. Opening it, he retrieved a ring.

Bending down, he gently lifted Ziwei's left hand and slid the Star Deity ring onto her finger. "Hehe, this is all the director can manage for a ring right now, so don't read too much into it. But I promise you, I'll upgrade it to the finest one in the Celestial Realm later. Get up."

Looking at the ring on her ring finger—which featured a nebula background where tiny stardust formed a lifelike blue swallow soaring through the cosmos—Ziwei felt utterly moved.

Although she did not know that this was the Celestial Swallow constellation redesigned based on Earth's 88 constellations, nor was it a dance weapon, the gesture touched her deeply.

Because this served as proof of Yue Xiaotian's highest affirmation of her. Memories of her tumultuous past washed over her, filling her heart with a complex swirl of emotions.

Without another word, she stood up and threw herself into Yue Xiaotian's arms, burying her face in his chest as she wept aloud for the very first time. "Wuwuwu..."

Holding Ziwei affectionately, Yue Xiaotian offered his comfort. "Cry it out. Cry out all that pain. Once you're done, I'll take you to practice songs. For your debut performance, I want every single audience member to listen to you sing through their tears, hahaha!"

An overbearing yet slightly wild burst of laughter reverberated through the room as Yue Xiaotian laughed with uncontainable joy. Soul Star was about to rise, and Ziwei, the Celestial Swallow Star Deity, was about to descend upon the Phoenix Nest!