Qin Melody of Serenity

Zhang Hao could only be a coward. He couldn't defeat Mi Feng. That guy had controlled him from the very beginning, so resistance was out of the question. Now, the two were deeply bound.

Sitting down at the piano, Zhang Hao had no idea what to do. He reached out and pressed a key, and a clear note rang out. He randomly pressed a few more keys and said with a bitter smile, "I don't understand this..."

Before he finished speaking, a section on music theory and a massive amount of knowledge flooded into his soul. He clutched his head and cried out in pain. This was forced infusion! Normally, Mi Feng wouldn't do this, but Zhang Hao had undergone two soul transformations and was already much stronger than an ordinary person, capable of accepting this level of soul infusion.

The so-called soul infusion wasn't about actually pouring something in. Instead, it was the combination of the soul and an intelligent program, which could then infuse knowledge to help the soul adapt. Playing music was the best way to start.

Mi Feng chose this path because music was an important means of enhancing the soul. The saying "music refines one's character" meant that music could influence the soul. Since Zhang Hao refused to choose anything, Mi Feng had no choice but to force him to learn music.

"Try playing!"

Zhang Hao looked troubled. "Play? I can play with cotton, but I can't play the piano!" This was his last act of defiance.

You coward, I can't deal with you anymore!

Suddenly, Zhang Hao's body became immobile. It wasn't that he couldn't move, but his mind couldn't command his body. This was the effect of nanomachines, which had taken over complete control of his body. Zhang Hao could see, but he couldn't control his own body. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't even open his mouth. At this moment, it was like a nightmare.

Immediately after, his body moved, but Zhang Hao knew clearly that it wasn't him moving.

He saw the camera equipment start to move, the recording equipment turn on, and then, to his even greater horror, his hands began to play the piano involuntarily, and a smile even appeared on his face.

A line of text appeared on his retina.

Adelina by the Water!

A piano piece! Zhang Hao occasionally listened to pop songs but rarely listened to piano pieces. As the music began, Zhang Hao unexpectedly found it pleasant to listen to. Even though it was a popular piano piece, it was indeed very beautiful the first time he heard it. Most importantly, a trace of emotion stirred within his soul, and slowly, his soul became immersed in it.

After the piece finished, control of his body returned.

Zhang Hao, however, closed his eyes, still savoring the experience. Enjoying music with one's soul could indeed strengthen the soul, allowing it to relax, tense up, or become excited – all achievable through music.

"I'll learn!"

Zhang Hao opened his eyes. Since there were benefits, he naturally wanted to learn. Strengthening his soul would bring him immense advantages.

With Mi Feng's methods, it was very easy for Zhang Hao to learn the piano. The knowledge was readily available, and playing was also simple. While others had to practice diligently for a long time, Zhang Hao only needed to go through it once to be able to play perfectly.

In about ten days, Zhang Hao's piano playing had become quite proficient. The only thing lacking was that, while his posture and accuracy in playing the pieces were at a very high level, his music lacked artistic conception and soul. Such music might impress amateurs but wouldn't move connoisseurs.

As he continued to learn and play the piano, Zhang Hao began to understand his shortcomings. He started trying to incorporate the emotions he heard in the music into his playing.

With repeated attempts, the music began to integrate the emotions from his soul.

Zhang Hao discovered that once he infused the emotions from his soul into his music, even he couldn't resist it. If he infused sadness, he would weep uncontrollably; if he infused joy, he would smile from the bottom of his heart; if he infused anger, his whole body would tremble... Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness – all intensely emotional.

One day, after exercising, Zhang Hao returned to the piano. He had recently gained a small insight into his playing, so he went to the piano to play. After playing many piano pieces, he no longer played others' compositions but sought to express his own soul's insights, naturally playing melodies that emerged.

Zhang Hao wasn't composing piano pieces; he was using the piano's notes appropriately to express his soul's understanding.

After many attempts, Zhang Hao did create a piece – not composition, but creation. However, he was still not satisfied because he felt the power was insufficient to fully express the intentions of his soul. As he played, he couldn't help but hum along, not with lyrics, but with a melody that matched the music.

At this moment, Zhang Hao was pleasantly surprised to discover that this melody was his means of exerting his soul's power. Paired with the piano music, it was perfectly presented. This melody was Zhang Hao's longing for his deceased parents, the remembrance, reluctance, and sadness in his heart, and finally, the solace, release, and peace that came from his soul. After it was completed, Zhang Hao realized he was already in tears.

Unbeknownst to Zhang Hao, Mi Feng had already recorded everything. As soon as he finished the piece, he felt utterly drained, as if all his strength had been depleted. He sat there for about two minutes before getting up and leaving.

Finally, he had touched his soul. Zhang Hao returned to his room and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep. His soul had been shaken and needed rest to consolidate.

This piano piece, combined with Zhang Hao's own humming, completely fused his soul and body. Therefore, Zhang Hao had to sleep to eliminate any hidden dangers in his body and mind. From then on, Zhang Hao's soul and body were no longer in danger.

A video of someone playing the piano quietly circulated online. Everyone who saw it was deeply moved.

Hai Sikun, a renowned pianist, posted on Weibo.

"Does any colleague know this young man in the video? If you do, please send me a private message!"

Below this Weibo post was a video.

Hai Sikun was a top pianist in this world. His followers were mostly his peers and piano enthusiasts, predominantly from the industry, with around a hundred thousand followers.

Professional musicians were different from ordinary people. They were more sensitive to music and more easily felt the spirit conveyed by the performer. This young man in the video, with his piano playing and humming, was truly soul-stirring.

Although no one knew who composed the piano piece or what the young man was humming in the video, the music and singing that were transmitted could easily touch people's hearts. Countless people replied to this Weibo post, but no one knew who the pianist in the video was.

"Teacher Hai, I also want to know who this young man is. It's too moving."

"After listening, I don't know why, but I burst into tears!"

"Is it just me, or is the young man in the video... incredibly handsome? I'm going to drool over the screen!"

"The young man must be rich! A Steinway grand piano, a broke person like me can't afford it!"

"It's so sad! In the end, I felt healed!"

"Strange, I never listen to piano music, but this time, just a few notes had me glued to the spot. Who is this young man? He's amazing!"

Countless replies, countless exclamations.

Of course, all of this was Mi Feng's doing. He needed to expose Zhang Hao and draw more attention to him. The most insidious part was that he didn't tell Zhang Hao, as Zhang Hao wouldn't pay attention to such things anyway.

Mi Feng would create more videos in the future and gradually release them online.

Zhang Hao was completely unaware of all this. When he woke up, he felt incredibly comfortable and refreshed.