Dragon's Origin

## Chapter 445: First Debut (Part 2)

No one paid attention to the soldiers' thoughts. Upon entering the grand theater, everyone, including Wang Sheng, was immediately struck with awe.

Master Liu and the others had truly brought out their highest standards, not only in craftsmanship but also in the luxury of materials and decorations, sparing no effort.

Since the royal family was footing the bill, Mei'er didn't save a single coin for the Emperor. She simply granted whatever was requested, no matter the amount. Encountering such a generous patron was every architect's dream. To build the most perfect structure in their minds, they would spend every last copper coin given by the patron.

The decorations in the entrance hall were immediately eye-catching. It wasn't the dazzling extravagance of gold but rather a low-key, restrained elegance. The use of various rare woods filled the hall with a faint woody fragrance, which was very comforting.

Someone from a small, insignificant place wouldn't see anything worth marveling at. But who were the guests Wang Sheng had invited this time?

The Taoists from the Old Lord Temple had first-rate discerning eyes. Even if they didn't recognize everything, they could identify some of the materials, especially the huge beams and pillars.

Needless to say, the beauties had enjoyed a few years in the courts and homes of important ministers in the Triumphant Kingdom. They had seen many truly good things.

Even the servants with contributions that Wang Sheng had invited had served in the residences of important officials in the capital for many years, and their discerning eyes had long been honed.

Just this huge hall alone, not counting the ubiquitous formations, was already made of extremely precious materials.

Entering the theater itself, they were guided to their seats by the staff, and when their bottoms touched the seats, they could feel the softness that was different from the hard benches they usually sat on.

This centralized, staggered, and neatly arranged seating was a novelty to everyone except Wang Sheng. Fortunately, everyone maintained good manners and didn't exclaim loudly. They simply communicated in low voices with those around them, discussing all the unique things they saw.

In particular, the staff pointed out the location of the restrooms before the start and briefly explained the rules of attending a concert, such as keeping quiet and applauding at appropriate times. Everyone became even more excited about the upcoming concert.

As the lights in the theater's auditorium dimmed, the lights on the stage began to brighten. Master Yu led his orchestra, marching in formation, each carrying their instruments onto the stage, and then sat down in their respective positions.

The audience members were all of high quality. Except for the Taoists from the Old Lord Temple, even the servants had heard musicians and qin players perform in their former residences. Even the Taoists, who hadn't heard musicians play, had performed Taoist rituals, which were no less atmospheric than a concert.

However, the audience members were all curious about the slanted stands with large books in front of each musician. Those who knew understood they were music stands, while those who didn't thought they were some kind of novel instrument.

As Master Yu led the musicians in bowing to the audience, thunderous applause erupted from the auditorium.

Wang Sheng, Lingxu Old Daoist, and Mei'er sat in the box on the second floor directly facing the stage, which was the most prestigious seating. The second floor was almost entirely composed of boxes, reserved for those of noble status.

Looking down from above, Wang Sheng first saw the beauties sitting neatly, each vying for attention, a riot of color, simply the most beautiful scenery.

Master Yu, with his baton, turned his back to the audience and began to gently tap the music stand. The musicians also prepared to play.

As Master Yu's arm gently swung down, the clear piano sound, accompanied by the beautiful melody of "Butterfly Lovers," clearly entered the ears of all the audience members.

The audio-visual formation was exceptionally well-made and adjusted perfectly. Even in the farthest and most remote locations, the sound was as if the performance was right in front of them.

"Butterfly Lovers," "Pipa Language," "Ambush from Ten Sides," "Qing Xin Pu Shan Zhou," "Butterfly Love," "Horse Racing," "General's Order," and "Spring River Flower Moon Night," these familiar tunes from Earth, finally resounded in this world, reaching the ears of a thousand audience members.

The Taoists didn't particularly appreciate some of the lingering melodies, and the dozen or so servants may not have been able to fully appreciate these tunes, but almost all the beauties in the Wang residence were lovers of music. As soon as the music started, they were completely immersed in these beautiful tunes, unable to extricate themselves.

Not to mention Mei'er, even if she didn't understand music at all, as long as she knew that a large part of the songs being played and the instruments being used were made and composed by Wang Sheng, then she would definitely appreciate them. Even if these musicians were so bad that they could only make the sound of sawing wood, Mei'er would think it was the best-sounding sawing of wood in the world. What's more, this was an orchestra personally guided and conducted by Master Yu?

"Not bad!" Surprisingly, Lingxu Old Daoist shook his head and listened with a look of listening to celestial music, quite different from the other Taoists. While listening, he praised in a low voice, of course, this praise could only be heard by Wang Sheng.

"With your ability, why didn't you think about composing a piece for the Old Lord Temple, for the Taoist school?" During a break when the orchestra was changing instruments, Lingxu Old Daoist suddenly interjected.

"A piece for the Taoist school?" Wang Sheng's heart stirred, and he turned to look at Lingxu Old Daoist, suddenly smiling: "There is a piece, but it's only suitable for you to sing, Old Daoist. Do you want me to write it out later for you to try? I just don't know if you dare to?"

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"Of course!" What kind of person was Lingxu Old Daoist? He dared to drink and eat meat in the Old Lord Temple's Sutra Depository, so was he afraid of this? He immediately agreed.

Listening to the next piece of music again, Lingxu Old Daoist nodded again during the intermission: "Not bad, not bad. Those new instruments you designed and made are really performing well. They can cooperate perfectly with the entire orchestra, seamlessly, and I estimate that after this period of time, you will have an additional Grandmaster title!"

"Cooperate perfectly, seamlessly?" Wang Sheng didn't care about the Grandmaster title, but suddenly hearing these two words, his heart stirred, and he thought of something. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the brighter his eyes became.

The inspiration that had been blocking Wang Sheng's path, that he had been racking his brains over, and had never been able to enter, suddenly appeared before Wang Sheng's eyes.

If it was really like this, as long as he figured it out thoroughly, the power of the Nine Words of Truth might be improved again, and he would no longer have to worry about his cultivation level decreasing, the number of acupoints decreasing, and the Yuan Soul being downgraded.