Chapter 094: Divine Refinement Point 9 [Stage Construction]

In the open-top military vehicle heading to the North Eighty-Eight Pearl String Grand Steps, Bai Lan in the passenger seat leaned toward Yue Xiaotian, who was driving. "Commander, did Little Lan perform well?"

Savoring the refreshing fragrance, Yue Xiaotian smiled. "Very good. From the clothing to the jewelry, makeup, shoes, expressions, and gaze—you played this role brilliantly. I'll cast you in a few films later."

She planted a kiss on his cheek, saying excitedly, "Thank you so much, Commander."

Unbothered by his brother-in-law openly flirting with a beauty right in front of him, Chen Zhuo's mind was still consumed with Qiu Mengyue. "Brother-in-law, why did I even come out? Mengyue is all alone over there—that's not great, is it? Maybe I should go back?"

Chen Zhuo, the younger brother-in-law, was good in every way except for being far too preoccupied with Qiu Mengyue.

Taking out a pack of cigarettes and passing one to Bai Lan, she lit it and took a drag. Yue Xiaotian slowed the car. "Don't worry. She's a grown adult—afraid she'll get lost? Now, she's just starting to notice you. If you don't give her something fresh, don't show her the spark in you, you'll stay a backup plan forever."

Chen Zhuo wanted to argue, but then he remembered how Qiu Mengyue's gaze toward him had already changed. Her enthusiasm wasn't high, but she had agreed to hang out with him. So for now, he had no choice but to trust Yue Xiaotian.

Having worked it out in his head, he asked again, this time with a hint of agitation, "Brother-in-law, so what's the next step? What dance should I do tonight?"

Yue Xiaotian chuckled. "No rush. Let her dance if she wants? No—you need to take the lead."

Chen Zhuo was baffled. What did that even mean?

Soon, Yue Xiaotian handed him a few sheets of sheet music. "This is the score for the electronic track 'Strange Master.' Practice it well. Once you've mastered it, that's when you'll truly captivate her. DJing is a technical craft—it's not just about beat-matching and mixing. Study more music theory; it'll help your musical path down the road."

Taking the score and looking it over, Chen Zhuo was utterly stunned.

His brother-in-law was famously a prodigious conductor and genius composer—musical ideas gushed out of him like a burst dam, and any random piece he wrote became a classic. This "Strange Master" was no exception.

While Chen Zhuo studied it intently, Yue Xiaotian turned the steering wheel. "Xiao Zhuo, take this track and use it. It should secure you the resident DJ spot at your club."

Shock. Ecstasy.

His brother-in-law was giving him a masterpiece?!

With his brother-in-law's reputation and the quality of his past works, just relying on this one track, "Strange Master," would be enough to make Chen Zhuo modestly famous. If he controlled the full rights well, he'd never have to feel inferior in front of Qiu Mengyue again.

One song could change a life!

His voice choked. Chen Zhuo was choked with emotion. "Brother-in-law, you... you're too good to me!"

Yue Xiaotian said, "Don't get worked up. You can remix all my future works. Work hard, and Qiu Mengyue will be yours."

Words failed him. Words utterly failed him. Chen Zhuo was so moved he didn't know what to say.

Before long, they arrived at the North Eighty-Eight Pearl String Grand Steps.

The agents were in intense rehearsal, their piece being "Victory." Since this had been previously arranged, they continued their practice, though they still saluted whenever Yue Xiaotian appeared—just not all together at once.

Getting out of the car, Yue Xiaotian instructed, "Xiao Zhuo, go practice over there. I'll come pick you up in a few days."

The excited Chen Zhuo was dumbfounded. "A few days? Brother-in-law, does it really take that long? Mengyue is alone at the hotel."

At that, Bai Lan spoke up. "Alright, don't worry. Your beloved is under our 24-hour protection. Are you afraid your brother-in-law would do you harm?"

An outsider showing more trust in him than he himself did—at that thought, Chen Zhuo said awkwardly, "Brother-in-law, I'll go rehearse then."

Watching Chen Zhuo walk away, Bai Lan excitedly linked her arm through Yue Xiaotian's, her face radiating happiness.

Without saying anything, Yue Xiaotian made no move to distance himself either.

Then, he began looking for the relevant personnel in charge.

Walking to the center of the stage, the place was already packed with a sea of people. This combat performance was the largest-scale spectacle Fama had ever staged.

Not only that—it also concerned the very fate of the nation of Fama, for this was the battle to settle everything against Fama's number one Dark Star, Zhang Hao, and the military world's shining star, Ying Dengbo. A fight to the death!

"Commander!" The stage crew and responsible officers saluted and shouted, their spirits surging.

Listening to the clanging and hammering, watching several hundred people operate machinery to hoist huge square solid-steel slabs, Yue Xiaotian asked, "Is everything being done according to my requirements?"

The stage manager hurried forward and replied, "Rest assured, Commander. Every single slab is 20 meters long, 15 meters wide, 5 meters high, and weighs 400 tons. Whether it's wind or rain, this place will stand as steady as a rock."

The stage here required a total of 1,500 performers plus one conductor—1,501 people in all. To ensure the best effect, the warriors would roar with wild fury. So ordinary scaffolding wouldn't do—it could easily be crushed underfoot.

If that happened, it would be a disaster, and there'd be no show at all.

Seeing this, Yue Xiaotian kept walking. "Be sure to emphasize safety. No rush—take your time."

At that moment, the deputy chief of the fire department stepped forward respectfully. "Commander, rest assured. Everything is being done to your specifications. We dare not slack off."

Seeing the fire department deputy chief appear, Yue Xiaotian said, "You—later arrange additional personnel to handle security for tomorrow's press conference. And you—organize a team to set up tables, chairs, water, and the registration of all media personnel entering the venue."

The hundred-plus people accompanying him were all stunned for a moment, then they exclaimed in surprise, "Commander, the press conference is tomorrow?"

It had been some time since the incident at the Star-Settling Tower on Blue Moon Island. Many things had happened ever since Yue Xiaotian, this superstar, had burst onto the scene. But it had all stayed within Blue Moon Island.

Most importantly, the behind-the-scenes work had been in preparation for days—this was something involving tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of people. Now, was it finally about to be unveiled?

Yue Xiaotian nodded. "Yes. In 15 days—well, to be precise, in 14 days—it's time to hold the press conference."

After consulting with the Empress and obtaining the highest command authority, conveying the will to be expressed through this combat performance, the selection of musicians and orchestra, the confirmation of stage design schedules, and the approval of renderings. The finale piece "Immortal" had been confirmed. A million elites had been deployed, and a command group of a hundred commanders had been established.

Now, this musical performance, "Victory," had successfully reached its halfway point.

Receiving the affirmative answer, the hundred-plus people replied in unison, "At your command, Commander!"

After surveying the site, everyone got busy again.

Trees around the stage were already being transplanted. The construction of the 5,000-spectator venue and the grand stage for 1,501 people, the placement of instruments and music stands, the registration points and notebooks for those entering the venue, and the setup for the press conference—all of it was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

When he had finished inspecting everything, an adjutant ran over to inform Yue Xiaotian that the fighter jet was ready. He then prepared to leave.

Before going, he went to check on his brother-in-law, Chen Zhuo.

Seeing his brother-in-law appear, Chen Zhuo asked excitedly, "Brother-in-law, come listen to how I'm scratching."

Yue Xiaotian smiled. "Keep practicing on your own. I'm heading back to keep your sister company. Oh, and—whether Qiu Mengyue texts or calls you to come back, tell her you're busy with your music and can't go back to be with her. Understand?"

Though he didn't fully grasp the reasoning, Chen Zhuo still replied, "Understood. Brother-in-law, rest assured—I'll follow your lead."

With a light chuckle, Yue Xiaotian bid Chen Zhuo farewell and drove back to Blue Moon Grand Hotel.