The Woman Who Borrowed Seed

"To be honest, I didn't expect to have to work overtime on the day of the Seven Sound Festival. I need to seriously consider whether the salary the college is paying me is worth it."

At the Three Academies, an elderly man with white hair walked towards the Small Church, guided by several young people. He was clearly not in a good mood, as even the puddles he stepped into in the snow were deeper than those of the others.

"I'm sorry, Professor Francis," the young man walking ahead said apologetically, "But the situation is indeed quite serious this time."

"How serious can it be?" Francis said irritably. "It's just a few unknown people who died, right? Let me tell you, young people, the Grand Ceremony is approaching, this kind of thing is very normal, a few people die every year. For the Lord's power, some people will always take risks and do things that can't be brought to the table. You're already in such a hurry now, what will you think when the Seven Sound Festival ends and preparations for the Grand Ceremony officially begin? Will you feel like the sky is falling?"

Faced with Francis's sarcasm, the young man leading the way said with a wry smile, "I understand what you mean, Professor, but this situation is really quite special."

"Ha, how special could it be?" Francis remained dismissive, but then he saw the young man suddenly stop, and his brows immediately furrowed. "What? You're not happy about what I said to you?"

"No, Professor," the young man said, "We have arrived at our destination."

Have we arrived?

Francis didn't immediately understand what this meant. He clearly remembered the incident happening in that Small Church, but here...

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and then fell into a long silence.

After a long pause, Francis finally spoke slowly, "This is really... surprising to me."

There was a huge pit in front of us.

The bottom of the pit wasn't filled with snow or mud, but with some unidentified black substance.

Several school workers who arrived earlier were studying the black substance with serious expressions.

Francis's expression was the same. He knew he shouldn't complain about working overtime anymore. He really needed to take charge here. After all, the entire Small Church was gone, and the situation was obviously much more serious than he had imagined.

Who was the deceased?

"This... cannot be confirmed yet."

"How many people died?"

"Well... it's still unclear." Seeing Francis's eyes widen and he was about to get angry, the young man immediately defended himself, "There's really no way, because as you can see, we can't piece together a complete body at the scene... no, not even complete bodies. We can't even piece together the bodies. They've all dissolved into that black substance. The only thing we can be sure of right now is that there is more than one dead person."

Francis's eyes were wide open, almost as if they were about to pop out, which put immense pressure on the young man.

However, Francis did not blame them.

As a professor, he could naturally see the extent of the tragedy at the scene and roughly knew what the black substance was.

Those who died were melted away by a powerful Movement Spell.

Only spells with at least six notes or higher can have such an effect.

Francis stated his conclusion.

The young man's expression was even more astonished. "A spell of more than six notes? Who would have such a grand scheme?"

"Instead of thinking about who might be making a big move, we should think about what reasons might be worth them fighting so fiercely here."

The young man was a little confused. "What... is there a difference?"

The difference is naturally significant.

Francis didn't tell the young man directly, but kept it to himself.

Spells with six or more notes are indeed rare among players, but within a family, any family with even a minor noble title could produce one or two.

But the question is, what could possibly attract such families to fight each other here?

Everyone knows that the Grand Ceremony is restless, which is why Francis was so dismissive when he first heard about it, since he had experienced it once before, twenty years ago.

However, cases that escalate to the point of murder usually involve individuals.

In order to gain a better position in a suitable orchestra and to achieve better results at Grand Ceremony, students who have nothing, especially those from ordinary backgrounds, often resort to extreme measures.

The methods used, such as drugging and assassination, are countless.

But when it comes to family matters, this is basically impossible.

The reason is simple: it's not worth it.

The Lord's Grace of Holy Sound is a gift worth sacrificing everything for an individual, but for a family, especially a powerful family, it is certainly a treasure, but definitely not the kind of treasure that one must risk one's life for.

Even the two most powerful Primordial Family in the Holy Sound, when faced with the ambitious Lawrence Family who wanted to challenge their status, only thought about resisting and suppressing them, and would never do anything too outrageous, such as sending people to assassinate Finnis and Olenna.

After all, the Grand Ceremony was just a performance prepared for the Lord of Holy Sound, and there was absolutely no need to risk one's life for it.

Even though the Primordial Family didn't achieve a good ranking at the Grand Ceremony, they are still the Primordial Family.

If the Lawrence Family succeeds, they will become the next Primordial Family. If they fail, they will certainly be suppressed, but they will not be destroyed.

If the most competitive families among the nobility, the Taichu and Lawrence Family, don't need to fight to the death, then the same is true for the next rank of nobility. They won't get more even if they fight with all their might, so why bother?

Therefore, Francis finds the current situation very difficult to understand.

Those who can play musical pieces with more than six notes are definitely nobles, but what are nobles fighting like this for?

Unless it is...

Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, a bold idea surfacing in his mind.

The young man beside him noticed the change in Francis's expression and immediately asked, "What are you thinking about, Professor?"

Francis looked up at the young man and asked, "Do you know exactly what the Lord's Grace of Holy Sound is? And what is it related to?"

The young man hadn't expected Francis to ask this so suddenly. After a moment of surprise, he replied, "I only know that the Lord's Grace is related to one's position in the Grand Ceremony; the higher the position, the greater the Lord's Grace. As for what it is..."

"You can think of it simply as wealth, status, and power," Francis said. "The two Primordial Family have achieved their current status by consistently ranking high in the Grand Ceremony over thousands of years and receiving the Lord's Grace. So, in essence, the Lord's Grace can be directly described as a material reward. The Lord gives us what we want, and these things were predetermined from the beginning."

"Hmm..." the young man said, somewhat confused. "What else can we do?"

Francis looked into the young man's eyes and said, word by word, "But this is not the best grace. The best grace is always the desire made to the Lord."

The young man didn't immediately understand. "What kind of wish can I make?"

Francis simply said, "For example, immortality?"

The young man's eyes widened instantly.

"Immortality is nothing but the most superficial thing," Francis said softly. "Anyway, anything you can imagine, anything He can achieve, He can give you. You can live forever, or you can become a family more powerful than the Primordial Family overnight. You can also pursue true power and become the most powerful musician in the world... no, the most powerful human being. Anyone who gets the Lord's wish can instantly possess everything in the Holy Sound."

The young man, his mouth dry from listening to Francis's description of the scene, couldn't help but ask, "So how does one obtain this wish? By being ranked number one?"

"Of course not." Francis shook his head. "There's only one possibility...the playing of the Seven Sound Divine Song."

"The Seven Sound Divine Song?" The young man was somewhat puzzled. "If that's really the case, then wouldn't the Primordial Two Great Families have already been able to..."

"No, even the Primordial Two Great Families would find it difficult to gather all seven Golden Sound in the same year," Francis said. "Moreover, even if they did, they would be performing as an orchestra, but the Lord's wish is singular. This wish is too great; even within the Primordial Family, it would not be able to reach a consensus. That is why the Seven Sound Divine Song has not been played for a thousand years. The principal twenty years ago had a good chance, but he was just missing the golden Seventh Sound."

"... I see." The young man nodded, seemingly understanding, but quickly asked with a puzzled look, "But what does this have to do with what happened last night?"

Francis didn't speak again, but just stared at the deep pit in front of him.

The Lord's desire was too tempting, but also too uncontrollable. Even the Primordial Family was unwilling to send their patriarch to that high platform.

Therefore, the principal's failure twenty years ago was both accidental and inevitable.

People all want to have that wish, but they don't want to see that wish taken away from them, so over thousands of years, tacit rules have long been formed.

They will compete for grace, but not for desire. In this way, at least the established power structure will not be broken.

However, there is one thing in this world that can defy this rule.

In fact, the moment it appears, the old rules are instantly broken, driving everyone into madness.

Whether you are a primordial being, a high-ranking noble, a low-ranking noble, or a commoner, as long as you possess it, you will have the opportunity to change the world.

That is... the Golden Score.

If the people here last night were fighting over the Golden Score, then everything makes sense.

But is that really possible?

Francis had lived for so many years without ever seeing the Gold Score, and even doubted whether it existed at all.

But if it's not the Gold Score, then what is it that would make a nobleman, capable of unleashing Six Music Chapter, risk his life?

Francis realized he had been somewhat arbitrary.

But.

Even if there's only a sliver of a chance...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the black substance reflected in his pupils seemed to be burning like a pitch-black flame.

A cold wind blew by.

He Wei Ni Ya, who was sitting by the window writing something, suddenly shivered.

Then she heard Bai Wei's concerned voice in her mind. "Are you cold? You should get closer to the fire."

This sudden concern left He Wei Ni Ya momentarily stunned, and she instinctively said, "I'm not cold."

"What I mean is, I'm cold." The left middle finger that was pressing the paper suddenly turned its head at an extremely twisted angle, "staring" at He Wei Ni Ya. "Your window is too wide open, and it's so far away from the Magic Power candle. Are you trying to freeze me to death so you can inherit my power? At least put on some gloves. I'm frozen stiff."

After a brief silence, He Wei Ni Ya quietly pulled the Magic Power candle next to her closer.

Warmth drew near again, and her frozen middle finger comfortably went limp, regaining her control.

Even so, He Wei Ni Ya still felt a strange unease in her heart, so much so that when she tried to focus her energy back on the project she was working on, she found it difficult to refocus.

"Interesting. I thought you'd just let me take over," Bai Wei said with a smile. "So you were thinking of trying it yourself?"

He Wei Ni Ya's plan was naturally designed to deal with Ha Duo Ke.

How to eliminate Ha Duo Ke on the Hai Luo Family's territory without attracting Hai Luo Family attention is a problem that needs careful consideration.

So He Wei Ni Ya wrote down some places that were suitable for action, based on her memory and what she had learned from the maid.

But Bai Wei interrupted her, and she couldn't keep up with her train of thought.

She felt that Bai Wei was in an unusually good mood tonight, and she could even hear Bai Wei humming songs she couldn't understand in her head from time to time, which made her feel a little strange. Although today is the Seven Sound Festival, do Visas also celebrate the Seven Sound Festival?

Or was he simply caught up in the festive atmosphere?

He Wei Ni Ya didn't quite understand, but she didn't think too much about it. Instead, she gathered her mind once again, preparing to refine the plan, when the maid's shouts came from outside again.

"Madam! The young master has been found! The young master has been found!"

He Wei Ni Ya subconsciously looked up into the yard and saw a boy with a roguish look return home.

Behind him stood a simply dressed middle-aged woman, clearly not a member of the Hai Luo Family.

The boy was He Wei Ni Ya's younger brother, Brian.

As for that woman...

He Wei Ni Ya squinted; with Bai Wei's extraordinary vision, she could see what was under the woman's simple coat.

There were no clothes left.

She immediately understood what was going on.

Sure enough, she soon heard the maid calling out to Man Di, who had just come out.

"Madam! This woman has conceived with the young master's child!"

Man Di's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

The woman immediately knelt down, pleading, "Madam, Madam, please spare me! I also have musical notes! I won't waste the young master's..."

Before she could finish speaking, the maid next to her slapped her twice across the face.

"Where did this bastard come from? You dare to touch the young master of the Hai Luo Family?!" they said as they ripped off the woman's clothes.

Beneath the woman's coat lay a body seemingly composed of musical notes made of rust spots.

"A mere Bronze Tier! Yet he dares to use our young master's seed!"

"You really dare!"

Watching the maids punch and kick the woman, He Wei Ni Ya's eyes showed no trace of joy or sorrow.

Seed Borrowing is the most direct way for the Lower District to climb the social ladder.

Once the borrowed seed produces offspring of a higher social class, all misfortunes will be rewritten.

Just like He Wei Ni Ya's mother, Man Di, only she didn't act as directly as this woman.

Were they already eyeing Brian?

He Wei Ni Ya then looked at her "brother" beside her.

Brian, who had been vaccinated, showed no anger as expected. Instead, he watched the woman being beaten with great interest, as if he had already guessed her fate.

Nobles would not allow their noble lineage to flow out of the country, unless the other party also has a comparable social class, such as Man Di's silver rank.

But women who are only at the Bronze Tier are clearly not qualified.

Therefore, the seeds that have been lent out will be required to be returned, and of course, the methods used will not be so gentle.

He Wei Ni Ya stared silently at the scene before her, as if she were looking at a herd of livestock.

She shook her head, preparing to move on to another spot, when she heard the woman shout loudly again, "Give me a chance, Madam! Although I am only Bronze Tier, my genes are excellent. My sister, my sister once nurtured a Gold Rank for the Hai Luo Family!"

He Wei Ni Ya froze.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"I'm not lying! My sister's child is named Ni Ya! She was taken away by Miss He Wei Ni Ya!" the woman shouted hysterically into the manor. "Ni Ya! You must be in there! Help me! I'm your aunt, your aunt!"

He Wei Ni Ya slowly turned around.

In Visas's eyes was a chilling coldness, like solid ice.