Zither Emperor Chapter 976 Chapter 311 Ye Yinzhu's Test Part 2

976: Chapter 311 Ye Yinzhu’s Test (Part 2) 976: Chapter 311 Ye Yinzhu’s Test (Part 2) He chose such a method to play the zither, not to test whether Rui Qin could discern the emotions he expressed while playing, but for other reasons.

He could never have imagined that Rui Qin could even see the emotions his fingers conveyed through the strings.

This was beyond what could be explained by mere talent.

The one thing Ye Yinzhu was most confident about was the zither.

But now, he suddenly realized that this child’s talent for the ancient zither might very well surpass his own.

It was a pity, however, that the child hadn’t been bathed in the culture of the ancient zither from birth as he had been.

Otherwise, if the child could dedicate himself entirely to learning the zither, it was very possible he would surpass Ye Yinzhu’s own mastery within twenty years.

After all, discerning the emotions imbued in Ye Yinzhu’s ancient zither music was far from simple.

Among those present, only Haiyang could barely make out a bit of it.

Suppressing the astonishment inside, Ye Yinzhu asked, “What kind of emotions did you see in my playing?”

Rui Qin giggled, “It seems like the emotion should be called love.

It appears to be expressing adoration, specifically the love for both of your teachers’ mothers.

Teacher, this is what I admire most about you.

Even though we cannot truly hear the zither sound, to be able to produce such emotion with the Nine Virtues Harmonious Saint’s Lost Sound Zither truly is unimaginable.”

Ye Yinzhu laughed, unable to help himself, “Good, good, good.

It seems our test no longer needs to continue.

What a pity, it truly is a pity…”

While others wondered why he uttered the word “pity”, Rui Qin had already spoken, “Teacher, do you pity me because as the Crown Prince, I cannot dedicate myself entirely to learning the zither?”

Ye Yinzhu slowly nodded, “If you could follow me and study the zither continuously, your future achievements in the ancient zither would be boundless.

Although you’re unable to sense the Magic Elements, this could allow you to concentrate all the more.

If you exclusively focused on the ancient zither, you might even reach the State of True Purity, which I could never achieve in the future.

Although it doesn’t have direct offensive power, that is the true pinnacle of zither artistry—the height that I will forever regret not reaching.

Such a realm allows for the zither music to affect everything around it.”

These words were the first of their kind to e from Ye Yinzhu’s mouth.

As his strengths grew and his understanding of the ancient zither deepened, he gradually recognized the flaws in his cultivation, flaws that could never be changed.

While cultivating both Magic and Martial Arts could bring him to the perfect Sub-God rank with formidable strength, even purely cultivating Douqi would leave a slight imperfection in his focus on the ancient zither—a flaw that meant he could never reach the State of True Purity, not even if he ascended to God rank.

Rui Qin, curious, asked, “Teacher, can you tell me what the pinnacle realm of zither artistry, the State of True Purity, is?”

Ye Yinzhu slowly said with a special intonation, “The State of True Purity is to be immersed in the zither with nothing else beyond.”

Rui Qin’s eyes showed a glimmer of contemplation.

Quickly, he said, “Teacher, I don’t think the State of True Purity is good.”

Ye Yinzhu asked with curiosity, “Why not?”

Rui Qin said, “Although I don’t know whether the State of True Purity truly exists, I am certain that it is merely an ideal state.

It’s precisely because it’s unattainable that it bees the pinnacle.

If someone could achieve it, it would no longer be the pinnacle.

It’s the same with any ability—no matter how strong, there will always be flaws.

In this world, isn’t there nothing perfect?”

Hearing Rui Qin’s words, Ye Yinzhu couldn’t help but shake violently, his eyes instantly filled with silver light.

In these days since the curse had been ended by the Life Force, he had carefully considered focusing his abilities on the ancient zither after his battle with the Little Dragon Lady, deciding to henceforth only cultivate Zither Magic.

But it was precisely because of this that he discovered the imperfection in his zither artistry.

Ye Yinzhu had cultivated the ancient zither from a young age, and his mitment to zither artistry was relentless.

The realization of this unchangeable flaw was, as one could imagine, devastating.

However, due to numerous matters, he hadn’t yet had the opportunity to succumb to this anguish.

But Rui Qin’s words were like a revelation that unlocked something within his heart.

Indeed, what in this world was without flaws?

So what if there were flaws in his zither music?

As long as the heart is there, the artistry naturally follows.

If he himself considered it imperfect, it would only grow further from perfection.

This moment of enlightenment caused Ye Yinzhu, whose zither artistry had already reached its peak, to finally break through and ascend to another level, freeing himself from the constraints of zither artistry, much like how he had previously achieved Unity of Heaven and Man.

Now his zither artistry had truly bee smooth and perfect, reaching an unprecedented state.

Even though his strength remained at the Fifth Rank Sub-God level, his zither artistry was no longer bound by the Taixuan Qinxin, but had transformed into Four Hearts into One—a perfect fusion of his free-form cultivation.

“Teacher, what’s wrong with you?” Rui Qin, though intelligent, was still just a child.

Seeing Ye Yinzhu’s eyes shining with silver light and his intense spiritual power fluctuating wildly, he couldn’t help but feel afraid, instinctively stepping back a few paces, and was held protectively in Xiang Luan’s embrace.

“Yin Zhu.” Haiyang walked up to Ye Yinzhu and took his big hand but refrained from probing with her spiritual power.

As a Divine Music Master herself, she had the most direct sense of Ye Yinzhu’s current state and knew he must have had some revelation.

She too had experienced such a feeling after hearing Ye Yinzhu’s explanations about integrating emotions into melodies.

After a while, Ye Yinzhu’s expression gradually returned to normal, and his plexion also calmed down.

He took a deep breath, and a genial smile appeared on his face.

Looking at Rui Qin held in Xiang Luan’s embrace, he smiled and said, “Then, can you tell me where your flaw lies?”

Seeing Ye Yinzhu returning to normal, with a smiling face looking at him, Rui Qin cunningly said, “Perhaps, my defect lies in being too smart.

Isn’t there a saying, ‘Ignorance is bliss’?

Being too smart, knowing too much, isn’t always a good thing!”

Ye Yinzhu seriously nodded, “Yes, you are indeed the smartest person I have ever seen.

From now on, you are my disciple.”

Rui Qin, being extremely intelligent, quickly struggled out of Xiang Luan’s arms and knelt before the table that held The Great Sage’s Legacy Zither, performing the ritual of three kowtows and nine bows to Ye Yinzhu.

This was the ceremony to honor one’s master, and it was obligatory, regardless of one’s status.

After Ye Yinzhu had seated himself and accepted Rui Qin’s kneeling tribute, he lightly waved his sleeve and used a gentle Original Force to lift Rui Qin’s body.

He brought him forward and embraced him.

“Taking you as my disciple, I’m not sure if it’s your honor or mine.

If you were not Uncle Silvio’s child, I think I might have even taken you away with me.

While searching for a famous teacher is difficult, finding a disciple with talent is no less challenging.”

Rui Qin did not speak.

He did not know why, but this clever boy found that the feeling of being held by Ye Yinzhu was so secure, just like when his sister held him.

Even with his own father, Emperor Silvio, he had never felt this same sensation.

Ye Yinzhu placed Rui Qin in front of himself, in front of The Great Sage’s Legacy Zither, “You said you remembered the zither music I played, so now, play it for me.”

Rui Qin nodded and said, “Okay.

But, Teacher, my hands are too small, so I might play a bit slowly.”

Ye Yinzhu smiled and said, “That’s all right.

Just play.”

Ye Yinzhu was sitting behind the low table, but Rui Qin had to stand to play the zither.

His expression turned solemn, yet it was coupled with a childlike appearance, giving everyone quite a strange feeling.

The moment Rui Qin’s hands extended from his sleeves and placed on the zither strings, gasps of astonishment almost simultaneously escaped from Ye Yinzhu, Haiyang, and Sura.

They saw clearly that on those small, tender white hands, there were only four fingers each, lacking the little finger, just like Ye Yinzhu’s hands.

“Born with eight fingers.”

At that instant, the atmosphere in Emperor Silvio’s bedroom abruptly took on an eerie feel, as Sura and Haiyang’s gazes almost simultaneously turned to Xiang Luan, shocked by her.

Ye Yinzhu said with an odd tone, “Could it be that you really are the disciple bestowed upon me by the heavens.

Your hands, they’re exactly like mine.” As he spoke, he also extended his own hands and placed Rui Qin’s smaller hands on his larger ones.

Rui Qin’s hands were warm and fortable to hold, and at that moment, Ye Yinzhu suddenly felt an intimate connection, like blending water with milk.

Looking at the child before him, the feeling in his heart grew even more intense.

Sura exclaimed, “Oh my god, if he wasn’t His Majesty’s son, I would’ve suspected that he is Yin Zhu’s child instead.

Their hands are exactly alike.”

Haiyang nodded, glancing at Emperor Silvio, and even though she did not speak, she couldn’t help but think that Rui Qin resembled Ye Yinzhu more than he resembled Emperor Silvio.

Rui Qin turned his head to look at Ye Yinzhu, “Teacher, shall I still play?”

Ye Yinzhu then came back to his senses, releasing Rui Qin’s delicate hands and nodding to him.

At this moment, our esteemed Zither Emperor was truly overwhelmed.

Born with eight fingers, a keen talent, adept at observation and thinking, from any perspective, this child before him was the most suitable to inherit his mantle.

Yet, there remained that same thought—if only he were not the Prince of Milan.

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