I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense - Chapter 541: 542 Immortal, what are you playing with?

Chapter 541: 542 Immortal, what are you playing with?
What the crowd didn’t know was that everything Immortal Long Xue was doing was entirely for Li Xiaobai—if they were to discover the truth, they would likely harbor murderous intentions.

At this moment, Li Xiaobai was gingerly slipping the ring off the pudgy man in white beside him, then moving the treasures within to his own ring.

He glanced around, sensing something eerie about the atmosphere in the room.

He might not understand music, but he could tell that the piece the young dragon was playing kept changing, and the transitions were awkward, with no smooth connection—it was like stopping abruptly mid-way through a piece.

The current piece was even more outrageous, embodying an aura of slaughter that pressed in on him, causing the numbers on his System’s Attribute Points panel to start fluctuating.

[Attribute Points +300…]

[Attribute Points +400…]

[Attribute Points +500…]

Something didn’t feel right. Could it be that the other party had sensed his intentions, thus playing this piece specifically to hint to him not to make any sneaky moves?

The more Li Xiaobai thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, why would the young dragon frequently switch pieces? Probably to save him face, in case his scheme was exposed and he couldn’t leave the stage gracefully.

With a flicker of doubt in his eyes, he glanced at Immortal Long Xue on stage. In just an instant, their eyes met, and Li Xiaobai immediately averted his gaze. It was confirmed—the other party was also observing him.

It looked like his subtle actions had been discovered.

But that didn’t matter. He was determined to get his hands on the pudgy man’s Space Ring. Having smoothly picked the pockets of so many cultivators in front of Chunxiu Tower, he was sure it was filled with numerous treasures.

Swiftly scanning the contents of the Space Ring, Li Xiaobai’s expression immediately darkened.

The Space Ring was empty except for a floating note.

“Heh, thinking of stealing your grandpa’s Space Ring? Maybe in your next life.”

“Want the treasure?”

“Call me ‘daddy’, see who can shout louder!”

F*ck, he had been shown up. This damn fatty could only be his sixth senior brother, Liu Jinshui—no one else would pull such a stunt.

Casting another glance at Immortal Long Xue on stage, she was still staring intently at him. Li Xiaobai didn’t panic. He smiled politely and smoothly slid the ring back onto the pudgy man’s finger without a trace.

Atop the high platform.

Immortal Long Xue’s heart was pounding with excitement. Her music had finally touched Li Xiaobai; the man had begun to listen to her music in earnest.

Having glanced at her twice now, it was clear that he was astonished by her musical talent. For some reason, with this seemingly ordinary young man, she felt a long-lost sense of accomplishment.

Every year countless talented young men praised her music as divine, yet she was almost numb to it, feeling nothing. But now, this young man’s mere two looks had given her a sense of satisfaction, as if she were finally being recognized.

Incredibly, the last time she felt such emotion was apparently when her grandfather praised her after she first started her cultivation.

But just as she was feeling somewhat smug, she suddenly noticed that Li Xiaobai was once again stealthily reaching for that bunch of bananas, breaking off one and starting to savor it, his face beaming with pleasure.

A flash of anger crossed Immortal Long Xue’s eyes. She was determined: today, she must make this person sincerely impressed.

Her fingertips danced, plucking the strings, and with a flick of the wrist, three rapid notes changed the melody completely. A depiction of a mountain abode emerged before the eyes of the audience.

Birds singing, flowers fragrant, laughter and joyous songs—this was nature’s way.

She looked at Li Xiaobai, no reaction.

Change again!

The melody shifted, Demon Mountain, a realm of countless demons!

Another glance at Li Xiaobai, still no reaction.

Change again!

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

No reaction.

Change it again!

…

Heavenly Dragon King Ritual!

After cycling through more than a dozen musical pieces, even resorting to her signature move, the Heavenly Dragon King Ritual, unfortunately, Li Xiaobai still showed no response.

If there was any response, it was only that his expression had become slightly startled, with no sign of being engrossed in the music for enlightenment.

Excitement and urgency shone in Lady Long’s eyes. What she did not know was that Li Xiaobai did not understand cultivation at all, so naturally, he had no need to glean any cultivation techniques from her melodies.

Her hands continued to move, constantly shifting through the musical pieces. No matter the type, as soon as Li Xiaobai didn’t react, she immediately switched to the next one.

As a result, she played only a line or two of each piece before moving on to the next, the speed of her transitions astounding the onlookers.

The cultivators who had thought they’d found a gem and were prepared to deeply reflect were now all waking from their meditative states, some staring dumbfounded at the graceful, light blue figure on the stage.

Even the slowest to react had started noticing that something was amiss.

“Why does Immortal Longxue keep staring at that Li Xiaobai?”

“I can’t figure it out, but it looks like they’re in some sort of contest!”

“Could it be that the Immortal has been changing her tunes just for that guy?”

After observing for a while, the cultivators quickly reached a conclusion: Today’s performance by the Immortal was not meant to benefit them; she was playing solely for Li Xiaobai!

What merits does this guy have to receive such favor from the Immortal?

And it seems that this guy doesn’t appreciate it; he’s just voraciously eating, not paying any attention to the Immortal’s music. The Immortal, who usually seems so aloof from worldly concerns, appears to be throwing herself at him?

The cultivators were inflamed with jealousy; the Immortal belonged to the whole Eastern Sea, not just to one person. She should always maintain dignity and grandeur, how could she act like this?

In the crowd, Situ Guixiong’s eyes gleamed with a cold light. That Li Xiaobai really didn’t know what was good for him; he had crippled his brother and now he was seemingly flirting with the goddess of his heart right in front of him.

“Keep jumping around for a few more days. Soon, you’ll just be a prisoner at the feet of the Situ Household.”

“Damn, I didn’t expect Young Master Li to actually catch Lady Long’s eye. I’ve never seen her like this before!”

Shock flickered in Dongfang Mingyue’s eyes as if she had discovered a new continent.

“Your words are not entirely correct. Young Master Li’s cultivation level is unfathomable. It’s quite normal that he would attract the Immortal’s attention.”

Beichen Shixi spoke indifferently.

“Heh, Young Master Li is a real master; how could he be interested in this woman?”

Nangong Wan was extremely irked, seeing all the men around her fawning over Long Xue.

The group in white robes, including the chubby fellow, also had looks of astonishment as they watched Li Xiaobai and gave him silent thumbs-up. Indeed, their little junior brother hadn’t even started to show off, and it seemed the Immortal had already fallen for him.

If anyone in the venue was the most bewildered, it had to be Li Xiaobai.

Since it had started, his mind was filled with questions. At the beginning, although Lady Long’s melodies kept changing, they were still somewhat coherent, with a discernible rhythm and tune.

But now, it seemed completely chaotic to him. Li Xiaobai couldn’t tell that she was playing snippets of classical pieces; he just found the music to be cacophonous, terrifyingly so, giving him a dreadful headache.

And why was this woman staring at him nonstop?

Was it because of his small motions earlier?

There was no need to punish himself like this, right?

Looking at the persistently erratic musician on the stage, Li Xiaobai scratched his head and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Immortal, what on earth are you playing?”