Spiritual Sense

Chen Xinglan and Wang Jianyuan bickered for another couple of lines, but under the soothing of the Chen Baolan and Chen Yulan siblings, they began competing at drinking.

At the dinner table, the adults formed one circle, while Chen Mobai and his younger cousin Wang Xinying formed another.

"Look what this is?"

Chen Mobai borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, taking out the tickets to the Jade Phoenix Troupe. Wang Xinying was exactly at the age for chasing stars, and needless to say, she was obsessed with Jiang Yuyuan. She screamed on the spot.

"Brother, you're the best! Even my dad couldn't get these tickets. Lili was showing off to me today that she had tickets..."

Wang Xinying jumped straight up from her stool and snatched the tickets from Chen Mobai's hand.

"Second Uncle gave them. If you want to thank someone, thank him. I've already booked tonight's show. Dad, Uncle, drink less."

Chen Mobai had known that once Chen Xinglan and Wang Jianyuan went head-to-head, they would definitely drink quite a bit, so he had directly booked the Jade Phoenix Troupe's play first.

"You two youngsters go. We old folks passed the age of chasing stars long ago."

Wang Jianyuan directly picked up the wine bottle and filled Chen Xinglan's emptied cup. Tang Pancui and Chen Yulan were chatting off to the side and couldn't be bothered to interfere, simply letting them be.

"This Jade Phoenix Troupe is Boss Bian's venue. Tonight is the first performance. Maybe he'll even show his voice and do an opening."

Chen Baolan, however, understood Chen Mobai's intentions and spoke with a smile.

"Boss Bian? Which Boss Bian?"

"Who else could it be? Dragon Wakes from Dream's Bian Yiqing, Master Bian!"

"What!"

Before Chen Xinglan and Wang Jianyuan could react, Tang Pancui and Chen Yulan, who were cracking melon seeds off to the side, immediately could not sit still.

"What time does it start? Eat faster. If we miss Master Bian's opera, just wait and see how I deal with you when we get back."

Tang Pancui said this to Chen Xinglan. Although Chen Yulan said nothing, her eyes narrowed, and the look she gave Wang Jianyuan carried the same meaning.

In less than half an hour, the whole large family had been urged out the door by the three women.

At the entrance of Vermilion Cloud Theater, the carriages and horses had long since flowed like dragons.

Their party of seven queued for over ten minutes before they could finally enter.

"It's actually front-row seats. Thank you, Second Uncle."

Wang Xinying was led by Chen Mobai by the hand, found the seats first, and directly pulled her older brother to sit in the very middle.

"For tickets given by Master Bian, aside from those Private Rooms up above, these should have the best view."

Chen Mobai raised his head and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a ring of private rooms on the second floor, though only two were lit. One of them had its curtains open, and two figures could be seen indistinctly.

"Eh, isn't that Master Bian?"

Chen Baolan, however, recognized that one of the people inside the private room was precisely Bian Yiqing.

"To be able to make Master Bian personally pay a visit, I wonder whether it's True Person Scarlet Robe or True Person Pure Serenity?"

In all of Vermilion Cloud City, only these two Golden Core True Persons could make Bian Yiqing, this great master of opera, personally come calling.

"It's a man, so it should be True Person Scarlet Robe."

Just as they were guessing, the theater suddenly darkened.

After that, a xiaosheng came onstage and delivered an opening speech.

Chen Mobai listened for a moment. As expected, her foundations were extraordinary, her voice clear and crisp. She seemed to be a Female Xiaosheng, and she first offered an apology.

"Tonight, Teacher Meng and Teacher Jiang have had some trouble with their voices due to the weariness of travel, and truly cannot take the stage."

"What!"

As soon as the words fell, the people in the theater who had worked hard to queue their way in immediately could not sit still when they heard this, rising to their feet and making an uproar.

"Then what did we come here to watch!"

"***, refund!"

Amid a tide of curses, a young man with a face like crowned jade descended from the sky, as if a roaming dragon crossed the heavens, stunning beyond compare.

"I am truly very sorry that this has happened."

"In order not to disappoint all you audience members, today, this Bian will sing this performance."

"If you are determined to hear 'Stepping on the Moon' by my two young disciples, then the tickets for this show may also be postponed to the twenty-first day."

The moment Bian Yiqing appeared, he instantly suppressed the entire venue.

Aside from a small number of youngsters who were too young and insisted on watching Jiang Yuyuan and Meng Huang'er, most of the older ones were all filled with excitement.

"It's actually Master Bian!"

"We've made a killing. Boss Bian hasn't gone onstage in twenty years, right?"

"Not at all. At Wuqi Dao Academy's annual anniversary celebration, he goes onstage and sings a couple of lines. The videos can all be found online."

"This trip wasn't wasted!"

In the theater, only a dozen or so youngsters did not understand their parents' fervor and insisted on refunding their tickets to switch to later showings.

"I want to watch big brother Jiang Yuyuan..."

Wang Xinying was the same, pouting her little mouth. Although Bian Yiqing was also elegant as wind and spirit, her heart had long since belonged to her big brother.

"Don't worry, I still have tickets here."

Chen Mobai immediately soothed her, and as Bian Yiqing opened his voice, one Spring Banquet, clear and lively like murmuring flowing water, winding, pleasant to the ear, with a unique charm; at times mournfully beautiful, at times rich and resonant, as if after a bitter winter, the first ray of early spring sunlight shone straight into the bottom of the heart, instantly drew even the somewhat restless Wang Xinying into complete immersion.

"This is..."

Chen Mobai, who had originally still been inattentive, felt the spiritual power and aura within his body begin to flow and tremble along with this Spring Banquet. It was like lying on a massage chair, his entire body gently caressed by the music, a tingling, numbing pleasure making him unable to help being intoxicated by it.

He felt as if his soul had left his body, as if he had turned into a feather, drifting lightly with the wind.

It was as though he were in a dream, yet he also possessed clear self-awareness.

It was as if, under the guidance of the opera, he had touched upon a different sort of realm.

Within this realm, all the contents of the Five Elements Technique's Qi Cultivation Chapter that Venerable Qingping had taught fused and linked together in his heart.

The spiritual power within his body rose along with the opera, yet he held it firmly in his grasp, following the circulation route of the Five Elements Technique, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, all according to his will.

After one song came another, and after a full twelve songs, even after Bian Yiqing had already left the stage, the people inside the theater still had not come back to their senses.

By the time Chen Mobai woke up, his parents beside him had already been waiting for him for some time.

Wang Xinying had directly fallen asleep and was being carried on Wang Jianyuan's back.

"How do you feel? Master Bian's Startling Dream Melody is not an opportunity ordinary people get."

Chen Baolan asked. Chen Mobai sensed himself for a moment. His spiritual power had not grown by much; he was still at the realm of having just broken through to Qi Cultivation Level 6.

But something was different.

"Close your eyes and try to look at yourself!"

Chen Xinglan opened his mouth to remind him.

Chen Mobai had a guess in his heart and immediately closed his eyes. Then, amid the darkness, he saw multicolored lights.

This was the Five Elements Technique spiritual power in his Dantian Sea of Qi.

"How is that possible? This is the 'Spiritual Sense' only found in Late Qi Cultivation!"

Chen Mobai opened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

The bottleneck of Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer was the one that trapped the most cultivators in this realm. Tang Pancui had been stuck at this pass for thirty years without advancing an inch.

The reason was that in order to break through to Late Qi Cultivation, one needed to grasp one's own "Spiritual Sense."

He had grasped it in the time it took to listen to one song?