Chapter 409: Image Of A God (2/2)

“Hmph! Only a prostitute, what is this about a musical maestro? It’s putting a slut on a pedestal.”

The quiet voice came again: “You better not say this in front of outsiders. She has many fans and geniuses who consider her to be a musical fairy, including some Grand Historical Geniuses.”

Feiyun had heard that the capital was the place where all the nobles come together. The imperial court had more than six thousand years of history so there were quite a few noble clans. The leaders were the three Grand Officials and the eighteen marquises. Below them were smaller clans that number in the ten thousand, too many to really count.

These nobles were influential in the court on top of being quite powerful. They cultivated many experts; some of the low-key ones could even destroy a cultivation sect.

Everyone needed to be low-key and reasonable at the capital. Just a random person on the street could have a top position in the court and shouldn’t be offended.

These nobles were divided into many factions. The most popular was the scholarly and elegant faction. These nobles cared for their reputation and external appearances. The girls among them were even more elegant with a fanatic love for music and literature.

This was something not found outside of the capitals. All the other sects were breaking heads just to gain more resources to become even stronger. Who would have time for literature and music?

Because of this love for arts due to the nobility, talented musicians and poets were called maestros. Many royal youths didn’t mind offering a fortune or even fight to the death just to hear a single tune.

Some older cultivators at the Giant level have even fought before are an argument about which maestro was the best singer. This eventually spread to the young generation as well; the fans supported their own musical fairies. This wasn’t a rare sight at the capital.

Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoxiang was the hot maestro at the moment at the capital. The combination of a pretty singer with a sad song made many people cry.

Even a few famous Historical Geniuses were her guests. If anyone dared to badmouth her, a group of geniuses would make mincemeat out of them.

“Master might be a fan of Maestro Ye so when you go capture her, do not hurt her in the slightest or master won’t be happy.” The quiet voice eventually disappeared.

Feiyun smirked at this fun show even before he got to the capital. This so-called “master” must be a big shot at the capital, wanting to take his fairy for his own but was afraid of others finding out so he hired outsiders.

“The atmosphere of the capital is outrageously extravagant with no respect for cultivation. A decline was inevitable, no wonder why people in the world want to rebel. Looks like it’s not just because of the astronomical phenomenon.” Feiyun lamented.

On the second day, the warship has finally made it to the Faith Convent. There were many ships stopping here with geniuses coming out.

There were wild warriors from the Ancient Jing Prefecture and students from Earthchild. Corpse controllers were here as well. All of these prodigies came from all over the world. They left their ship and climbed the up the stone steps with many thousand years of history to light an incense at the convent.

“The divine statue was taken out from the river ahead. It’s blocked by that mountain right now. You just need to climb up to see it.” Xiangcen said.

Feiyun was right behind her with the twin maids and four armored guards.

After climbing up the mountain and staring at the gigantic statue, Feiyun seemed to be petrified and struck by lightning at the same time. There was an indescribable shock in his mind with surging emotions.

“How, how can this be? It’s her statue, why was it under the Jin River? What is going on?” Feiyun murmured while staring at the statue.

Xiangcen could see his strange expression that was pale to a scary level. Sweat beads ran down his forehead as well. Was the poisonous blood attacking again?

“Are you alright?” She asked.

Feiyun grabber her arm and said: “Are you sure this statue was excavated from the river four thousand years ago?”

Xiangcen was taken aback by the question.

A young cultivator that was here to worship the statue answered instead: “Of course, there are clear records about the excavation inside the convent. If you don’t believe it, brother, you can go have a look.”

His friend was wearing a beautiful embroidered robe. The guy spoke: “Ye Xiaoxiang is coming to pray today so many geniuses are already waiting at the Ask Buddha Platform. I think Dongfang Jingshui, a historical genius, will be there too.”

Feiyun didn’t really listen. He looked at the statue again before sighing. His face was still as pale as before.