Chapter 062 Commanding the Seventy-Two Divine Techniques—Begin!

When the eight previous attendants appeared again, this time accompanied by two cleaning ladies, they stopped in surprise. Mr. Le had started smashing things again.

At that moment, Chen Fang gave them a subtle look, signaling for them to leave.

Forget it, it would be better to wait until Mr. Le had completely calmed down before cleaning up. With this thought, the eight attendants and cleaning ladies, carrying their vacuums and brooms, quietly withdrew, making sure to close the door behind them.

Once the staff had left, Chen Fang finally tried to comfort him. “Xiaotian, this isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself. No matter who was in your place, no one could have done better. If there is any fault, it’s Zhang Hao’s.”

Le Xiaotian looked at Chen Fang, who had crouched down in front of him. He didn’t say a word, simply gazing at her in silence.

Then, he rose and walked toward the garden.

Seeing him like this, Chen Fang’s heart ached unbearably. She didn’t know how to console him, for she knew that Le Xiaotian understood everything all too well.

Without hesitation, still fresh from her shower, she followed in his footsteps, stepping into the garden to endure the onslaught of the storm.

Lifting his head to the sky, Le Xiaotian opened his mouth and began to sing.

In the next instant, Xiao Jiu’s voice resounded in his mind: “To command the Grand Dance Deity, one needs not only the courage to face all adversities and the dominance to look down upon the universe, but also the gentleness to embrace everything like water. Now, Le Xiaotian’s dance soul has been sublimated, successfully activating the Conductor’s Seventy-Two Divine Skills!”

“Loftier than all intellect and philosophy is Music and Dance. (Beethoven once said—music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.) Music and dance should not remain mere entertainment; they should be an element of the dance soul—a tributary of the soul itself.”

“All language is powerless now. At this moment, Le Xiaotian’s emotional outburst has reached its threshold; only true music and dance can express his feelings. The fusion of the soul of music and the spirit of dance—now sing forth. Ding! The Conductor’s Seventy-Two Divine Skills, third technique—Divine Song: ‘Heavenly Sanskrit Descends’!”

By this time, Le Xiaotian had already begun singing “Victory”!

“Mm-mm-mm-mm.” The warm, rich, and emotionally profound sound of the viola—more so than a violin—instantly filled the air.

Chen Fang was stunned. He wasn’t using any instrument, yet what came from his lips was the sound of a viola!

Pitch, duration, volume, and timbre—these are the four basic qualities of sound, the very attributes of all things. Among them, timbre is the most unique, as singular as a fingerprint. Was he imitating?

As Chen Fang wondered, she fell silent, listening intently.

Amid the repeated phrases, the electric piano, which had accompanied the viola at equal volume, gradually faded away.

The viola and electric piano accelerated their tempo, but the pauses between phrases were perfectly timed, striking right at the itch in one’s heart.

Then, the deep and mellow tone of the double bass emerged.

This instrument, most suited for slow, heavy melodies, revealed its hoarse and raspy flavor.

A hellish twelve seconds passed, yet the bow had only moved four times, and all in a smooth sequence.

But the pain was brief.

When the drum’s “Boom-crash!” sounded, it brought a sense of rebirth after calamity.

This drum wasn’t a mere boom or crash, but a fusion—like two sounds merged in a rapid union.

“Boom, boom-crash, boom-boom-crash! Boom, boom-crash, boom-boom-crash!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! The relentless pounding made one’s heart skip and tremble with each strike.

This was the wrath of thunder splitting the sky—a super hammer blow surging through every cell in the body!

Devilish electronic music! Sizzling, crackling!

Sixteen violins finally took up the main melody, and beneath the destructive thunder of the drums, subtle rebirth emerged as Le Xiaotian’s nasal voice began a low hum.

If one didn’t listen closely, the exquisite, resonant tremor that made the entire skull vibrate could easily be missed—“Eh—”

It flashed past, descending from high to low, gentle and subdued. This was a pure, deep bass—a man’s low register.

This bass was soft, but not weak. In fact, singing softly is even harder than singing high, especially when it’s not just one note, but a whole current!

At this moment, Chen Fang was utterly shocked. Multiple timbres at once—this defied all known laws of physics.

This needed no explanation—it was pure dance technique! Absolutely!

From just this short passage, one could tell it was a masterpiece for expressing tragic grandeur.

Magnificence, momentum, epic atmosphere—all these were conveyed in an instant through his impassioned performance. In an instant!

Such singing could only be described as having a soul!

With a solemn expression, his tongue became as eloquent as a lotus flower.

Every cell in Chen Fang’s body was trembling, when suddenly, a resounding brass chorus exploded, penetrating everything in its path!

She seemed to see, under Le Xiaotian’s direction, eighteen trumpeters, horn players, and trombonists, chins raised and cheeks puffed, blasting the heavens—an overwhelming golden sound of pure brass!

At this point, Chen Fang was so overwhelmed she couldn’t even comprehend it!

What kind of complex frequency was this? What kind of divine skill? Was this even a human tongue?

This far surpassed the complex frequencies of an advanced three-star dance instrument like the Crystal Violin, even far exceeding those of a planet!

The electric piano’s “mm-mm-mm-mm,” the violin section’s main melody “mm-mm-mm-mm,” the viola section’s counter-melody “mm-mm-mm-mm,” the double bass accompaniment “mm-mm-mm-mm,” the super hammer’s “boom-crash! boom-boom-crash! boom-boom-crash!”, the majestic brass “mm-mm-mm-mm,” the barely-there low male choir “eh—”

All these were gathering force, a tremendous, surging power!

Every twelve seconds, the delicate, ethereal goddess violin section would elevate the pitch.

At the same time, as their part ended, the electric piano and synthesizer’s distinctive electronic sound would once again take over the main melody.

Melody and rhythm merged perfectly. The interlacing, fusion, encouragement, and repetition of so many instruments drove the music forward.

This force, this momentum, grew larger and larger—a tempest was imminent.

It was an overwhelming sense of anticipation, a longing to erupt!

One couldn’t help but imagine oneself transformed into a boundless ocean, surging with towering waves.

It was an invincible kingly aura—‘No matter what comes, I will devour it all!’ All things in heaven and earth submit!

In the next second, Chen Fang felt her blood rush in reverse, her mind seeming to explode—this was resonance that reached the very soul of music.

A choir of female voices in the form of a chant appeared, making Chen Fang feel as if she might kneel in awe!

“Ah (one), ah (one), ah (one), ah (two), ah (three), ah (four), ah (four), ah (one), ah ah ah ah ah ah…”

A breathtaking soprano—thirty-one seconds, forty-eight undulating syllables of “ah”—established the overwhelming climax of the piece!

With pauses of four, six, or eight “ahs,” this soprano battling the storm soared from the start to the peak!

The pauses in her singing were negligible, her breath control flawless. Without an extraordinary ear, one could hardly detect any difference.

Le Xiaotian’s facial muscles tightened, fists clenched, noble head raised, mouth gaping to its limit, humming with all his might, as if to tear his own vocal cords!

All 7,258 acupuncture points, innumerable blood vessels, a billion bundles of muscle, six hundred billion cells, countless meridians, and an ocean of energy strings—all his strength gathered in his mouth, transforming into a super high note that pierced everything!

Far surpassing ten octaves, the sound resonated with billions of droplets of water.

The handcrafted ornaments and fragile items in the room began to crack at varying degrees.

Stunned by this soaring soprano, Chen Fang was nearly deafened.

In other words, Le Xiaotian’s high note shattered the limits of human hearing—20,000 hertz!

It was as if a goddess had descended, compelling all to kneel at her feet and behold her ethereal beauty!

Just as Chen Fang feared that Le Xiaotian’s skull would be shattered, the queenly battle-goddess vanished. In her place, a dozen robust baritones resounded, “Landis, Don’t Bother, Don’t Bother Yo, Solodoro, Landis…”

Each note was solid yet tinged with gentleness, each phrase crisp and decisive.

This was a blend of sounds—one tried to grasp them, but they slipped away.

It was like a string of blurred notes, leaving only a sense of the whole body moving to the rhythm.

They were the mightiest warriors, standing before the goddess.

This was the grandeur of the piece!

For more than thirty seconds, as these strongest warriors roared in low voices, the electric piano, synthesizer, and string section took over, returning to the main theme.

But all was in preparation for the queen’s return.

Sure enough, as the music rose to its climax, the vanished queen descended from the heavens once more!

After another storm of forty-eight “ahs,” she seemed to be weeping and howling.

It was as if, with the sweep of Le Xiaotian’s left hand guiding emotion, a goddess with multicolored butterfly wings in black attire soared, singing defiantly to the heavens!

The multicolored butterfly-winged goddess wept in grief!

Only now did Chen Fang realize that even her earlier appearance had hinted at this emotion.

When she unleashed the cascade of high “ah ah ah ah!” notes, Chen Fang seemed to see the goddess lamenting to the sky.

Not only that, but only now did Chen Fang hear the distinction—this was not the same goddess’s voice!

But she realized it too late!

The only consolation was that the sorrow did not linger long, for the baritones and basses began rumbling once more.

To protect the goddess, they would die without regret!

And in the goddess’s lament, these deep, almost invisible undertones became the final hope.

As the melody of strings lingered, the entire piece gradually drew to a close…

After listening to “Victory,” Chen Fang took a few deep breaths, her pounding heart finally settling.

Ecstasy!

An unparalleled spiritual elixir!

This was an unprecedented shock to the soul!

This was a listening experience like no other!

Heavenly Music! The Great Heavenly Music!

If the musicians could perform even one percent as well as he had sung, the crisis at Beihai would be resolved!

They would charge up the Town Star Tower with unstoppable momentum!

It was so beautiful, so stunning!

So much so that Chen Fang, with her vast vocabulary, found herself at a loss for words—speechless!

Even as a frail woman, she felt as though she could take on a hundred foes!

It wasn’t an illusion—it was a true shock and elevation of the soul!

Victory!