Chapter 156: The Scripture of Little Women

Imperial Dragon City erupted once again!

On September 30, in the year 3587 of the Sonic Calendar, Imperial Dragon City was sent into a complete uproar.

Because this was the period of the grand All-Star tournament. Not only the contestants, the performing musicians, but also the countless spectators had been maintaining an extremely high state of excitement, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.

Yue Xiaotian, a mere mortal from the Fama Country, with all other personal details unknown. He was a rare individual contestant, and to top it all off, his right leg was crippled.

Yet, under such conditions, he was the first to shatter the Dars World Record, and in a rather dramatic fashion: playing a three-second feat in five seconds!

To echo Heavenly Purple's grand call for "all living beings across the myriad realms to sing and dance and share in universal peace," the organizers of every All-Star tournament allotted performance slots for two programs to the musicians and dancers of other nations.

However, these were merely gestures of friendship, and the skill levels of the dancers varied wildly. It was a well-known fact that these slots were not won through pure strength.

Yet, against this very backdrop, equipped only with his status as a newcomer and an original song, he directly set the Profound Dance Pavilion ablaze.

Naturally, his fiery temper was also displayed in full force. He openly threatened to beat up reporters, beat a man until he vomited blood during a live broadcast, brandished dance weapons, and brazenly shouted challenges at the Heavenly Queen.

Later, when people finally began to pay attention, they learned the astonishing truth: he was the man who had run 1,500 kilometers just to reach the Phoenix Nest, the same runner who had shocked the entire martial-dance civilization of the world. At that realization, people were deeply moved.

However, the fact that the breathtaking Water Elf Third Princess, Ziwei, had been charmed by him left countless men heartbroken.

Attacks against Yue Xiaotian had never ceased, and they only intensified thereafter. Because Ziwei suffered a mistake during her debut performance, he escalated things by directly provoking the Pop Heavenly Queen, Hongmei.

Yet, after more than a month of brewing, following Yue Xiaotian's global live broadcast where he performed a divine melody and delivered an impassioned speech, everyone's inner passion had been thoroughly ignited.

For the first time on the Sonic Network, voices supporting Yue Xiaotian emerged, and they quickly took the upper hand.

There was an indomitable feeling of the underdog refusing to fall, which resonated deeply within the hearts of the masses.

"I support Yue Xiaotian and Ziwei! What he said was so right! Without sweat, without choices, without pride, without loneliness and endurance, how can we ever transcend the realm of song and dance entertainment?"

"Simply divine! Yue Xiaotian currently gives me the feeling of gazing into the truly vast starry sky—how far I can see depends entirely on the limits of my own vision. I cannot comprehend his divine performance technique; it is far too profound. He is nothing short of miraculous!"

"An adult passing by here. Although I have long passed the age of mindless passion, the fire in my heart has never truly died. Right now, I just want to say Yue Xiaotian is doing a stellar job! I give him my full support—take down the Heavenly Queen!"

"Fellow netizen Yue Xiaotian isn't just throwing a temper tantrum; this is a pride beyond our understanding. This netizen hereby declares: though my power is meager, I am willing to follow him into battle!"

"Hongmei has zero class. She bullied Princess Ziwei's stuttering condition by first laying down strict conditions for vocal delivery and facial expression. Does she think we are too deaf to understand? To battle! As our fellow netizen Yue Xiaotian put it so well: prove it with real strength, for she is even worse than someone with a stutter."

"Fellow netizens, Yue Xiaotian and Princess Ziwei have just debuted and lack a solid fan base. Therefore, in response to Teacher Xiaotian's call, I have decided to dedicate myself to half a year of hard work to crush the Heavenly Queen's fandom!"

"Count me in. I am a member of the Lion Clan."

"Count me in. I am a member of the Immortal Clan."

"Count me in. I am a member of the Mortal Clan."

Once the surge of passion subsided, the people spontaneously formed the Star Soul Fandom, setting their sights on the multi-million-strong Heavenly Queen Fandom.

Moreover, the members of the Star Soul Fandom were not limited to the mortal race; they included descendants from eleven tribes among the Bronze Eleven, which ranked at the bottom of the newly revised Myriad Realms Water Tribe Records.

Meanwhile, while momentum was being built for Yue Xiaotian and Ziwei throughout Imperial Dragon City, inside the luxurious suite of the Dragon-Soaring Phoenix-Dancing Hotel where the Heavenly Queen was staying, dozens of dancers stared dumbfounded at the massive crystal television screen.

For the very first time, a heavy, genuine tension filled the entire living room, to the point where they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Finally, at some unknown moment, Hongmei's senior martial brother broke the silence. "My fellow junior brothers, junior sisters, and fellow netizens, what do you make of this? Why can't I see through Yue Xiaotian's performance level at all?"

Dozens of dancers responded with successive wry smiles. Because they couldn't understand it either—dammit, it was simply too profound; it was like trying to fathom the deep starry sky.

However, someone still raised a hypothesis: "We can only separately imitate millions of different timbres, meaning millions of distinct sounds, but Yue Xiaotian is currently reproducing multiple different timbres simultaneously. That is fundamentally impossible. He is cheating."

A woman in white nodded in agreement. "I agree. He must have utilized dance arts and dance weapons, only he didn't show it during the live broadcast."

Timbre was a unique characteristic belonging to all things in heaven and earth, much like a fingerprint, but Yue Xiaotian possessed the legendary singing skill of *Celestial Voice Descending*. Therefore, they truly could not comprehend it.

At this moment, Hongmei, her complexion as gloomy as water, finally caught her breath. Beneath her clothes, the skin all over her body was pulled taut. The humiliation Yue Xiaotian had dealt her was merciless—just as he had said, when you slap someone's face, you do it until they are dead.

With a trembling voice, Hongmei asked, "Let's hear your thoughts, everyone. He wants me and Ziwei to compete in broadcasting. What should we do?"

Someone offered their advice: "Senior Sister, do not accept. If we lose our composure, we will walk straight into his trap."

"Junior Sister, you are wrong. If your Senior Sister refuses this competition, it will be tantamount to tacitly admitting to his rhetoric."

"I agree with that netizen's viewpoint. Besides, what's so hard about a broadcasting competition? Ziwei stutters—that is a plain fact. We must not be deceived by Yue Xiaotian's mystifying rhetoric."

"Right, although we haven't gathered enough information yet, Ziwei has sought medical treatment for years to no avail. If she doesn't sing, she stutters. I refuse to believe Yue Xiaotian can cure her."

"I agree with this view. Regardless of whether Ziwei stutters or not, it is also a fact that she is prone to nervousness. As a dual insurance policy, I have already decided on the content for the competition: we shall compete with her in reciting *The Lesser Treatise on Women*."

*The Lesser Treatise on Women*, a peculiar book written originally in the Water Language. Although not a dance technique, it was infinitely close to one.

As long as a woman recited it regularly, it would awaken her innate qualities of allure, charm, and spirituality, making her even more beautiful. This was a form of silent music, a renowned masterpiece within the broad classification of music.

After this proposal was put forward, everyone fell silent for a moment.

In the end, a red-haired youth shook his head and said, "I don't think this will work. Ziwei is a princess of the Water Elf Clan. Gentleness is only one side of her; once she unleashes her allure, softness, and charm, it will spell disaster. After all, Hongmei's dominant traits are nobility, majesty, and sharpness."

"There is no need to worry. Ziwei's stuttering and her tendency to panic are enough to give Yue Xiaotian a headache. Besides, he would also have to showcase Ziwei's other side and surpass Hongmei in it. That is simply impossible."

"Indeed. Didn't we choose the timeframe? Give him three days—what can he possibly accomplish?"

At this point, Hongmei made her decision. "Go. Retrieve *The Lesser Treatise on Women*, and three days from now, I want Ziwei's very first match to end in utter defeat. I will make Yue Xiaotian completely lose face!"

Looking at Hongmei, who was gnashing her teeth, the living room fell silent once more. She was truly furious.

Realizing this, everyone could not help but inwardly sigh: *Oh Yue Xiaotian, you rascal, you really have no limits! How could you be so ruthless during a global live broadcast? You are going to pay a heavy price for this!*