432 Create Legend (1/2)
”Asking for directions?” Ye Qingxuan took the piece of paper in his hand. It seemed to be the name card of an antique shop. It was rumpled as if it was once immersed in water and dried again. It still had a faint dark red color.
”I'm sorry. I'm not familiar with this place.” He thought for a moment and returned the business card.
”Thank...sor-ry.” The traveler smiled, thanked him politely, and turned away.
Ye Qingxuan froze for a long time. Looking at the man's back, he felt that something was wrong but he couldn't tell.
”Oh, you're here.” Behind him, Wolf Flute patted him on the shoulder. Ye Qingxuan turned around. Arching an eyebrow, Wolf Flute looked impressed. ”The uniform of the Silent Authority looks better on you than me.”
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, not at all politely. ”If you're willing to lose the fat on your stomach, you'll look nice too.”
”Ahaha, life is so wonderful. Why should we lose the hard-earned weight?” Wolf Flute held a hot breakfast in his hands and gave him some as well. ”Get on the bus. We'll talk on the way.”
The door closed and the carriage started. Wolf Flute dropped the curtains and started gorging. Ye Qingxuan looked at the breakfast next to him but had no appetite. He sighed and pushed the breakfast next to Wolf Flute.
”Where to next?”
”The Ministry of Sacrament,” he mumbled. He swallowed his mouthful of sandwich and drank all of his coffee. He wiped his mouth. ”There's no need to worry about Charles. I'll take you to see something good.”
”What thing?” Wolf Flute smiled and pat the invisible wolf beside him. ”To witness a Scepter.”
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Six days ago, Samuel, the veteran of the School of Choir, returned from the aether world. While pioneering in a secret place, he realized that he had broken through the difficulties that had troubled him. Thus, he was determined to prepare to advance toward the Scepter level.
After accumulating for so many years, he was prepared to go off from his strong points and build up the legendary elements of the upper ranks. He hoped that he would be awarded a saint's name after created his scepter. If he could succeed, he would immediately become a saint of the world.
”This is a major event that the Ministry of the Sacrament has been preparing for. Two schools have done everything for the sublimation ceremony. Many grandmasters have come in the past two days. It seems that Master Samuel is prepared to either succeed or die.”
Wolf Flute explained in the carriage, ”To put an end to the influence of the abyss, the Silent Authority also needs to guarantee the purity of the sanctuary. Most people have been busy these past two days. I decided to let you open your eyes.”
”Create a scepter?” Ye Qingxuan fell into contemplation. The scepter had always been a dream that every musician dreamed of—to inscribe one's consciousness into the aether world for eternity, project into the Originator, and gain its power.
There were only a dozen or so people in the world who could reach this level. There were even fewer who could become a saint.
It could almost be said that reaching this realm was rising above human limits, reaching the level of immortality. Even if the human body was corrupted, the will could be released from the aether and become the Holy Spirit.
Unfortunately, it was too difficult to break through this barrier.
With so many musicians in Anglo, only two or three could be called Scepters. Of them, only one was a saint—Mr. Haydn—who had entered Avalon's Shadow.
The master of the School of Royalty, André, began to work behind closed doors a few years ago. Even with massive support, he had yet to find any chance.
Thinking of this, he could not help but squint and glance at someone gorging around... They were all Scepters but how come he did not have the demeanor a grandmaster should have?
Regardless, it was a rare opportunity to witness a master's achievement.
Soon, the carriage arrived.
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Through the heavily guarded turnpikes, the carriage stopped outside the gate.
”Get off here. The carriage can't pass through the rest.”
After wiping his mouth, Wolf Flute returned to his gentlemanly appearance—if one overlooked his coffee stains—and handed the two documents to the guard. ”The central Church, two people, the Silent Authority.”
”The Silent Authority?”
The guards looked again and again, mainly at Ye Qingxuan. He had probably never seen such eye-catching white hair from the members of the Silent Authority. Soon, he waved them off.
”These two days, most of the masters who have come to visit have arrived. They all want to seek inspiration from Samuel's breakthrough. This is a rare musician congregation. Therefore, to prevent people with ulterior motives from mixing in, the alert has also been raised.”
Wolf Flute led the way and said to Ye Qingxuan, ”You should show your face more for these occasions. It'll be good for the future.”