Fu Ye snapped back to his senses as he listened to the other party's performance.
He had to admit—the guy actually had some skill. The melody wasn't bad.
It just lacked form.
It lacked soul.
As a grandmaster who now possessed Perfect-Level Zither Mastery, Fu Ye felt it was necessary to "guide" him a little.
The composition was decent. The structure was acceptable. But there was no emotion in it.
Young man… you still need practice.
About five minutes later, the piece finally ended.
The surrounding students looked at the youth with admiration. Being able to compose independently already meant his skill far surpassed most of them.
"Well? Have you been conquered by my masterpiece?"
The young noble wore a smug expression.
Fu Ye sighed slightly.
"The piece is good. But it has no shape, no spirit. Before playing, you should calm your heart first."
He directly pointed out the flaw.
The youth was too impatient. Many notes had failed to convey the mood they were meant to carry.
As someone who had fused with Perfect-Level Zither Mastery, Fu Ye already knew exactly what he would play.
"You—!"
The youth nearly exploded again.
But this time, Fu Ye didn't give him the chance.
His fingers began dancing across the strings.
Instantly—
A dense killing aura filled the entire classroom.
Yes.
The piece he chose was one of the Ten Great Killing Compositions of his previous life:
Ambush from Ten Sides.
A terrifying murderous intent spread through the hall.
Every student froze.
No one dared to breathe.
The cold sensation seemed to crawl across their skin.
Those who had prepared to laugh at Fu Ye were now trembling.
To Fu Ye, however, this so-called killing aura was merely the faint leakage of intent from his performance.
After all—
He wielded the sword.
And he had purchased Perfect-Level Sword Intent from the system.
A little killing intent was only natural.
Just as he reached the climax—
The classroom doors opened.
A graceful figure entered.
It was Yuexuan's founder—
Tang Yuehua.
The moment the music wrapped around her, her pupils contracted.
Her gaze locked onto Fu Ye.
He was completely immersed.
What he once thought was an old-fashioned instrument now revealed a depth he had never understood before.
The students gradually stopped trembling.
Instead, they began sinking into the atmosphere.
Darkness.
War drums.
Clashing steel.
Thousands of soldiers charging into battle.
As someone raised in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, Tang Yuehua immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of this piece.
Though the killing intent was intense—
It would not truly harm her.
So she stepped forward calmly and took her seat at the center of the classroom.
Five minutes later, Ambush from Ten Sides ended.
The students remained dazed, as if they had truly stood upon a battlefield.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Applause echoed from the front.
Fu Ye turned his head.
Tang Yuehua stood there elegantly.
She was 173 centimeters tall, dressed in a silver palace gown. Her light blue hair was tied gracefully behind her, and her gray eyes carried gentle refinement. Her delicate beauty stirred protective instincts in anyone who saw her.
"Sir, your piece is exceptional. Your zither mastery has truly astonished Yuehua."
She rose lightly.
She had never seen this young man before.
Even nobles required her approval to enter Yuexuan.
This man clearly hadn't entered through ordinary means.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sister Yuehua. My name is Fu Ye. My uninvited visit may have caused disturbance—please forgive me."
The moment she addressed him as "sir," he knew she had already deduced something.
Of course—
That didn't matter.
He hadn't caused trouble.
Auditing a class wasn't a crime.
Chasing girls required boldness, patience, and thick skin.
Relationships weren't built overnight.
"Since you are here, you are a guest. Moreover, your zither skill is not beneath mine. With you here, I may relax a little."
Fu Ye blinked.
Relax?
What did that mean?
"Xiao Zhang, move Mr. Fu Ye's guqin to the front. Today, he and I will teach together."
Students: ???Fu Ye: …Nice.
The zither class lasted two hours—essentially an entire morning.
Fu Ye had always been the one sleeping in the back row in his previous life.
Now he was standing at the front as an instructor.
He only felt sleepier.
With Tang Yuehua present, though, he could only yawn discreetly.
Sleeping outright was impossible.
Dozens of eyes were watching.
"All right. This concludes our morning zither lesson. This afternoon, Instructor Li will lead calligraphy and painting practice. Prepare yourselves."
Tang Yuehua was strict while teaching—serious and composed.
"Yaaawn…"
Fu Ye stretched lazily.
He never used to feel sleepy, yet one class had nearly knocked him out.
He simply wasn't built for studying.
Cheating with the system was far more comfortable.
Of course—
You could slack off.
But you couldn't be incompetent.
Fu Ye only found the class boring because his mastery was maxed out.
Without the system?
He wouldn't even dare close his eyes.
"Fu Ye, come with me. I'll take you to handle your onboarding procedures."
Tang Yuehua stood.
Fu Ye followed.
Onboarding?
What onboarding?
Three minutes later—
They entered an elegantly decorated office.
Tang Yuehua pulled a document from a cabinet.
Fu Ye glanced at it.
"Employment Application Form?"
What?
They wanted him to work here?
Tang Yuehua looked confused.
"You didn't come to apply as a Yuexuan instructor?"
Now it was her turn to be stunned.
Not a student.
Not a teacher.
Then what was he doing here?
Causing trouble?
Fu Ye coughed lightly.
"Ah… yes. I came to apply."