"Fairy Su Hua, this man doesn't even know the Wind Spirit Bosuo you created. I see no need to question him further."
Situ Zhengnan's voice rang out, and the others nodded in agreement.
Almost everyone was convinced that this Gu Qingfeng was undoubtedly a fraud, and that the Little Blue Flower Language could not possibly have been modified by him.
However, Su Hua did not respond. She stared at Gu Qingfeng for a long while. Although she also doubted whether he had modified the Little Blue Flower Language, it was merely suspicion; she couldn't be certain. Now, learning that Gu Qingfeng didn't know the Wind Spirit Bosuo, she was somewhat surprised.
Moreover, she could tell that Gu Qingfeng wasn't joking—he genuinely didn't know.
Yet, what Su Hua couldn't understand was this: if Gu Qingfeng truly were a fraud, how could he be so carefree and casual?
Since she could discern that Gu Qingfeng truly didn't know the Wind Spirit Bosuo, she could also see that his carefree demeanor was absolutely not an act. It was genuine nonchalance, genuine ease.
She desperately wanted to know what gave this fellow such confidence. She asked, "Young Lord Chiyan, let me ask you one more time: was it really you who modified the Little Blue Flower Language at Yunxia Sect that day?"
"What of it?"
Gu Qingfeng picked up a cup of wine, glanced at her, and smiled. "Still don't believe me?"
"You don't even know the Wind Spirit Bosuo, a melody created by the Fairy that has gained fame across the world, yet you dare claim you modified the Little Blue Flower Language? It seems you won't admit defeat until you're staring at your coffin."
Huo Dong stepped forward and said to Su Hua, "Fairy, the answer is already obvious. There's no need to waste words on this fraud."
"Now, hold on. Just because I don't know it doesn't mean I can't play it."
Gu Qingfeng set down the Taixu Cup in his hand and said leisurely, "Who among you will play this so-called Wind Spirit Bosuo for me? Let me hear it once, and I guarantee I'll bring out all the Profound Mysteries within the melody."
Gu Qingfeng's words were truly shocking!
Everyone had seen arrogant people before, but never one so utterly, supremely arrogant.
As everyone knew, the Wind Spirit Bosuo was a classic melody created by Su Hua, widely recognized as a high-difficulty piece.
This melody employed three techniques, four spirits, and eleven spirit formulas. Moreover, the techniques, spirits, and formulas were all of extremely high difficulty; without a certain level of musical attainment, one simply couldn't play it.
Even ordinary people might be able to play the melody itself, but few could bring out the Profound Mysteries within it.
Someone like Master Wenzhu, with his level of musical attainment, might be able to play it, but only the melody itself. The Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries contained within were beyond his ability to express.
If even Master Wenzhu was like this, let alone others.
Those present with high innate musical talent, like the Hidden Dragons and Phoenix Hairpins—such as Lan Fei'er, Shui Yunruo, Huo Dong, and others—might be able to bring out a few layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries. Among them, Huo Dong could bring out six layers; the others managed only three or four. And that was already incredibly impressive.
However, the Wind Spirit Bosuo melody contained a full eighty-one layers of Profound Mysteries.
Alas, the melody's difficulty was too high. Without extremely profound attainment, it was impossible to bring out so many mysteries. To this day, in the entire world, only Su Hua herself could fully express all eighty-one layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries.
Now, this fraud who didn't know his own limits claimed that as long as someone played it once for him, he could bring out the Profound Mysteries—and even all eighty-one layers?
Was that possible?
It was as absurd as a child saying that just by watching someone cultivate, he could become an Immortal. No one believed it. Everyone thought this fraud was boasting. No!
This wasn't just boasting, because no one dared boast so outrageously!
The crowd urged the Fairy not to waste any more time on this fraud, but Su Hua remained unmoved. She stared fixedly at Gu Qingfeng, as if suspecting something.
"Fairy, the Wind Spirit Bosuo you created—even I can only bring out seven or eight layers of its Profound Mysteries. He is clearly a fraud. You really shouldn't waste your time on him."
On the surface, Huo Dong was advising Su Hua, but his words cleverly mentioned that he himself could already bring out seven or eight layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries—a masterful move. His tactic was highly effective; upon hearing this, everyone around couldn't help but marvel at his talent. Tu Gao, Ma Zhengtian, and the others were inwardly displeased, but when it came to music, they knew they were no match for Huo Dong.
"Since the Fairy still has doubts, allow me to play the Wind Spirit Bosuo on your behalf."
At that moment, Situ Zhengnan suddenly spoke. With a wave of his hand, a jade-white guqin appeared. Holding the guqin with one hand, he began to play with the other. His fingertips glided over the strings, and the sound of the qin instantly filled the air—he was playing Su Hua's Wind Spirit Bosuo.
Though playing with only one hand, his technique was incredibly profound. As he played, his movements were like phantoms, dazzling to the eye and inspiring awe.
What was even more astonishing was that the melody played by Situ Zhengnan contained a full thirty-seven layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries.
Everyone had always known that Situ Zhengnan was one of the Twelve Royal Lords of the Nine-Hua Alliance, but no one knew the extent of his cultivation or strength. Now, witnessing him bring out thirty-seven layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries with their own eyes, it was truly an eye-opening experience.
Consider this: among the Ten Little Hidden Dragons, Huo Dong, with the highest innate musical talent, could only bring out seven or eight layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries. Yet now, Situ Zhengnan had brought out a full thirty-seven layers. One couldn't help but sigh in admiration: Situ Zhengnan truly lived up to being one of the Twelve Royal Lords of the Nine-Hua Alliance. Truly remarkable!
Everyone present bowed in respect. Faced with Situ Zhengnan's performance of thirty-seven layers of the Wind Spirit Bosuo Profound Mysteries, even if Huo Dong, Tu Gao, and the others had a thousand reasons to be dissatisfied, they didn't dare utter a word.
"I hope I haven't embarrassed myself before the Fairy."
Situ Zhengnan remained as composed and indifferent as ever, a faint smile always gracing his face—neither arrogant nor impatient, like a true gentleman. After finishing his performance, he turned to Gu Qingfeng and said with a slight, gentle smile, "Young Lord Chiyan, is it? Today, out of respect for Fairy Su Hua, I have tolerated your insolence. Now, I give you one more chance—but it is the last. I hope you will cherish it."
Indeed.
Situ Zhengnan had been tolerating it all along.
At the same time, he was deeply puzzled. Why was Su Hua wasting so much time on a fraud?
In his view, this fraud wasn't even clever; there was nothing about him worthy of suspicion.
He couldn't figure it out.
Nor did he have that much patience.
Now, he only wished to resolve this matter quickly. Of course, the method of resolution had to satisfy Su Hua. Otherwise, he wouldn't have endured this long, nor would he have played the Wind Spirit Bosuo on her behalf.
"Don't think I'm joking. I, Situ Zhengnan, never joke."