After the True Heiress Travels Back
Chapter 232: It’s Not Your Turn to Become a Disciple

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: It’s Not Your Turn to Become a Disciple

Shi Yiqing played the violin as if it possessed some kind of magic.

It made men and women, young and old in the audience reveal expressions of intoxication.

Listening to one of her pieces seemed to have the same effect as consuming an elixir.

It was ridiculously exaggerated.

The guests in the front, including the Xiao Cenyang couple, didn’t notice this at all.

Standing behind the stage, Cheng Lingdang did notice it, "Shi brother, why do I feel something is not quite right?"

Shi Yaoguang nodded at her, "Indeed, something is off."

Cheng Lingdang instantly became tense, "Shi brother, what should we do now? She couldn’t be some kind of demoness, could she?"

Mentioning this, Cheng Lingdang immediately showed a horrified expression.

Shi Yaoguang looked at her helplessly, "A demoness is a bit much to say, but... her piece is indeed very strange."

"Ah? What should we do then?"

Ever since Cheng Lingdang knew about the possibility of cultivating immortality, her materialistic worldview had shattered.

Whenever something happened, her first thought was that there was a problem.

Um...

The kind involving gods and ghosts.

The effect of Shi Yiqing’s piece made her think about many unpleasant things.

Shi Yaoguang glanced at her, then said, "That’s why I wanted you to agree to learn from your grandparents."

Cheng Lingdang’s eyes widened, "Shi brother, are you saying that..."

Shi Yaoguang gave her a confirming look, "You guessed right."

Cheng Lingdang felt a chill down her spine.

She had no doubts about the validity of Shi Yaoguang’s words; she felt only relief.

Thankfully, she had agreed to her grandfather’s request in advance; otherwise...

According to her grandfather’s original plan, they would definitely have picked a young person who caught their eye at the birthday banquet.

By that time...

Just the thought made Cheng Lingdang shiver.

Especially after seeing the admiration for Shi Yiqing, who, with a violin piece that was not particularly skillful but mysteriously intoxicating, had managed to impress everyone.

Watching them like that, Cheng Lingdang was genuinely worried.

If not for Shi Yaoguang’s reminder, and she had continued to refuse her grandfather’s offer, her grandparents would have taken Shi Yiqing as their closed-door disciple.

Someone like Shi Yiqing, who would do anything to achieve her goals.

If things really went according to that scenario, the Xiao Family might end up being completely destroyed by her.

Just the thought of the possibility made Cheng Lingdang feel suffocated.

Shi Yaoguang looked at her and took out two instruments the size of a palm from her bag, instruments whose names were unknown.

Cheng Lingdang subconsciously took them, flipping them over in her hands while asking, "What are these?"

Shi Yaoguang curled his lips, "The instrument that will turn your fortunes."

"Ah?"

Cheng Lingdang had a dumbfounded expression, "Turn my fortunes? With this little thing?"

"Yep." Shi Yaoguang pointed at the miniature strings on it, affirming confidently, "Exactly."

She said, and taught Cheng Lingdang how to use it.

Cheng Lingdang tried plucking the strings, finding that it was quite easy to get the hang of it.

She looked at Shi Yaoguang with a grin, "Should I go up directly?"

Shi Yaoguang nodded.

Cheng Lingdang took a deep breath and dashed up with the palm-sized instrument.

...

After playing the violin, Shi Yiqing felt a sense of assured victory.

Especially when she saw that everyone in the audience was entranced by her music, the feeling in her heart grew even stronger.

"Clang~"

As the imperious notes sounded, Cheng Lingdang appeared before everyone’s eyes, dressed in glittering gold, and carefully plucking at an instrument whose name she didn’t know.

"Clang~"

As the sound of her instrument continued, the audience, previously absorbed in the violin, gradually came back to their senses.

"What was I thinking just now?"

"Listening to the music, I felt an inexplicable urge to cry..."

"Me too, has Miss Shi’s violin skills really reached such a consummate level?"

The audience murmured among themselves when they suddenly heard Lingdang’s music.

Following the sound instinctively, they met Cheng Lingdang’s radiant smile.

"What kind of instrument is this?"

Seeing the strangely shaped instrument in her hands, a lady immediately approached with eager curiosity.

Cheng Lingdang did not know what the instrument was called, but...

She was good at putting on an air.

So, when asked what instrument she held, she flaunted cheekily, "This is just a trifle, it can’t compare to Miss Shi’s noble violin. I better not embarrass myself."

Upon hearing this, everyone showed a hard-to-describe expression.

Cheng Lingdang deliberately teased Shi Yiqing, "Miss Shi, I’m not wrong, am I?"

Shi Yiqing’s face turned dark, her expression troubled, "You don’t need to say that."

"Why? Did I say something wrong?"

Cheng Lingdang looked utterly innocent, "Don’t you think you’re super impressive?"

"I don’t think so."

"That’s good to hear."

Cheng Lingdang said, then chuckled mischievously, "I said my music is more pleasant than yours, you don’t mind, right?"

Then, looking at the other people present, "You all don’t mind, do you?"

Of course, the crowd agreed, "No objections."

Cheng Lingdang looked again at Shi Yiqing, "What about you, any objections?"

Without waiting for a response, she continued, "No way, no way, is it that hard to admit that someone is better than you? Besides, the public sees everything clearly—whoever plays better music, everyone can tell. Don’t think you can fool everyone so easily."

Listening to Cheng Lingdang’s mocking tone, Shi Yiqing’s face immediately darkened.

"What do you mean?" she asked coldly, "I don’t recall offending you. Why be so aggressive?"

"I haven’t offended you? Hardly," Cheng Lingdang shrugged. "You’re trying to take away my identity, is that not offensive? Then tell me, what counts as offending?"

Hearing this, everyone thought of what Xiao Cenyang had said earlier but left unfinished.

He said he and his wife had already accepted a suitable disciple, and this girl clad in all gold, could she be the disciple they spoke of?

That’s what the crowd speculated when they heard Cheng Lingdang say, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Cheng Lingdang, my mother is Xiao Mingyue, and Mr. Xiao Cenyang is my grandfather..."

"My grandparents have always wanted me to carry on the family legacy... Ah, I mean to inherit their mantle, which is why they haven’t taken any disciples for so many years."

Hearing this, everyone felt a bit more enlightened.

After all, this answer was within expectations.

Yet, Shi Yiqing could not accept it.

"If you were reluctant before, why are you willing all of a sudden?" she asked with a skeptical expression, "Or are you just fickle?"

Her words were clearly aimed at convincing Xiao Cenyang and his wife to change their minds.

"It’s all right for you to be fickle, but Xiao and his wife have to pay for your actions, don’t you feel guilty?"

"Tsk," Cheng Lingdang clicked her tongue and shook her head, "What does it matter to you if I feel guilty or not? Whatever the case, becoming a disciple... it’s not your turn."