Chapter 090: Divine Refinement, Point Eight [Final Render Approved]

Fifteen days remained until the musical performances of Immortal and Victory. At one o’clock in the morning, in the honeymoon suite of the Blue Moon Grand Hotel.

Buzzzzz!

With a faint tremor, Le Xiaotian and Chen Fang, both wearing gaming helmets, appeared in the room.

"Xiaotian, why did we come out so soon? We could have danced a little longer," Chen Fang complained as she emerged. But in the next instant, she froze.

The room was pitch-dark, and there was even a strange odor in the air. More than that, she discovered that her hearing, smell, sight, and the rest of her senses were far sharper than before.

"Lights on," Le Xiaotian said directly.

At once, the pearl chandelier with a thousand lights blazed to life, filling the room with a warm glow.

But once they could see each other, Chen Fang saw that Le Xiaotian was covered head to toe in a dark sheen.

Then she looked down at herself. Any skin exposed to the air was coated in a layer of black substance, sticky and tar-like.

"What... what is this?" Chen Fang asked in alarm. The excitement she had felt over not having danced enough vanished instantly.

Le Xiaotian smiled. "Don’t panic. It’s a benefit from the game. I helped you defeat so many experts before, and this is the reward."

After hearing that explanation, Chen Fang’s expression eased a little. Then she hurried into the bathroom.

Watching her retreating figure, Le Xiaotian did not rush. Instead, he glanced outside at the sky and realized they had danced for such a long time.

Still, his body had been greatly strengthened, and it would bring real progress and help in facing those eighty-seven stage champions.

He went to the room’s landline and pressed the dial key. When the call connected, he gave his instructions: "For Honeymoon Suite 102, prepare twenty dishes for two people. Be sure to include noodles. Send it up in a bit."

The hotel staff replied respectfully, "Certainly, Mr. Le. Please wait a moment."

After taking care of that, he also walked into the bathroom.

The moment he stepped inside, Chen Fang’s scream rang out. "Ah! You... you get out."

Ignoring her, he walked straight into the indoor hot spring and began peeling away the impurities and membrane clinging to his body.

In the warm water, he began to sort through his thoughts.

Half an hour later, Chen Fang stood before the mirror, stunned.

She was so beautiful.

Not a single wrinkle remained on her face. Her eyes were especially clear, with the black of her pupils and the white of her sclera sharply defined, bright and alive.

Her skin, white with a hint of rosy color like a baby’s, was so delicate it seemed it could be broken by a breath.

She felt as though she had suddenly become ten years younger.

"You’re even prettier now. Come help me with my bath," Le Xiaotian’s voice came from behind her.

The startled Chen Fang flushed with羞 and anger. "Wash yourself."

Still flustered, she put on a robe and left the bathroom.

When she sat down by the bed, she was still in a daze. That afternoon’s dancing had truly been worth it.

For a woman, the body mattered most. Once the body improved, everything else became easier to discuss.

And just as she was thinking about how she and Le Xiaotian should continue their relationship, a ring of a telephone drew her attention again.

She stood up, went to the coffee table, picked up the phone, and saw that it was her younger brother calling.

She pressed answer, and an anxious voice immediately burst out from the receiver. "Sis, save me."

Chen Fang paused. Then, with forced composure, she said, "Xiaozhuo, don’t panic. What happened? Tell me slowly."

But Chen Zhuo on the other end was clearly in a hurry. "Sis, you have to get brother-in-law to help me. My lifelong happiness is in his hands now."

Brother-in-law? Where did this brother-in-law come from? Le Xiaotian?

In an instant, Chen Fang was dumbfounded.

Then, as though speaking to herself, she said, "Brother-in-law? He’s not your brother-in-law. Don’t talk nonsense. He and I are just good friends."

Chen Zhuo objected, "Sis, there’s no need to lie to me. You’re already living together, and you still say you’re just friends? I get it. But Sis, you really have to help me. Your poor little brother is suffering."

Since arguing over this was useless, Chen Fang said in a heavier tone, "Stop whining. Tell me clearly what the matter is first."

After the pity play, Chen Zhuo finally explained his distress.

When he finished, Chen Fang said irritably, "You little rascal. You idle around all day and never do anything proper. A woman—that’s the big crisis you’re talking about? Do you even know how busy he and I are? That’s enough. I’m hanging up."

Before Chen Zhuo could cry out in protest, Chen Fang ended the call, wearing a look of deep disappointment.

Not long after, the phone rang again, and Chen Fang directly put him on the blacklist.

Soon afterward, Le Xiaotian came out of the bathroom. "Heh, I heard you on the phone just now. Something wrong?"

Thinking it had been some matter of life and death, only to find it was about chasing after some rich and beautiful girl, Chen Fang replied, "Nothing."

Since she would not say more, Le Xiaotian did not ask. He went instead to the computer.

He powered it on and logged into his DouDou account. The command group arranged by the Empress had already been created, and the total number of people had not exceeded one hundred.

Without hesitation, Le Xiaotian sent a voice message straight into the group: "Everyone, this is Le Xiaotian. Introduce yourselves."

The command group, which had been waiting for hours without a word, erupted at last, though most of the chatter was complaints. What time was it already?

While waiting for everyone to wake up, Le Xiaotian also continued writing the score for Immortal.

As one senior commander after another introduced themselves, Le Xiaotian finally received his meal.

Eating, listening to the introductions, and writing the full score at the same time, he was thoroughly occupied.

Half an hour later, he checked the stage design renderings for Victory sent over by the senior stage and visual effects team.

After contacting the stage designers and making several detailed revisions, a final plan was eventually confirmed.

When he finally found a moment to breathe, he asked Chen Fang, who was on the bed analyzing and organizing materials on the crystal violin, "Aren’t you going to sleep yet?"

Chen Fang looked up and said, "There’s still one problem I haven’t finished. I’ll sleep after that."

Le Xiaotian smiled. "Go to sleep. You danced at an overload yesterday, and your body couldn’t take it. Today your main task is rest. Otherwise, tomorrow you won’t even be able to get out of bed."

Feeling her own excellent condition, Chen Fang was a little skeptical. "Really?"

Le Xiaotian spread his hands. "That’s advice from someone who’s been there."

Though she was still somewhat uncertain, Chen Fang chose to believe him.

After seeing that she had fallen asleep, Le Xiaotian returned to work seriously.

Around five in the morning, he yawned.

Before going to sleep, he checked the internet.

Sure enough, the music network was in an uproar again, and he had become a trending figure.

All the major gaming forums were full of posts about him, and his dance moves were being analyzed by top players and experts.

More than that, Lotus Bloom and Blossoming Flowers were being hailed as epoch-making dance steps, divine beyond measure.

Likewise, the major and well-known music and dance academies throughout Pharma had successively issued statements.

Le Xiaotian’s dance movements in Dance the Cosmos had even been incorporated directly into the required curriculum of numerous academies.

This latest frenzy was not limited to North Sea, but had spread across all of Pharma. After all, the players in Dance the Cosmos came from every corner of the world.

When he saw the cries growing louder and louder about breaking Teacher Xiaotian’s legs, making Teacher Xiaotian perform Great Muscle Tyrant, forcing himself upon Teacher Xiaotian, begging for more updates to Journey to the West, and demanding the divine songs and divine dances be released, he shivered all over.

In the end, he decided he might as well sleep in bed for an hour first.