If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

Li Yaoqin's brows furrowed instantly.

She felt her reverie had been abruptly interrupted!

Anger rose within her, and she suddenly increased the pressure under her fingers!

The music became urgent and passionate!

The towering mountains seemed to transform into countless rolling stones, falling from the sky to utterly crush the untimely flute music!

However, the flute music suddenly changed!

It's no longer a lazy country tune.

Rather, it is a majestic and domineering force, like the clash of swords and the thunder of horses, with a spirit that can swallow mountains and rivers!

"Waaah—"

The resounding flute music was like a bugle call sounding on the battlefield!

It is filled with endless killing and conquest!

If Li Yaoqin's music is like a landscape painting by a scholar, with a beautiful artistic conception that inspires imagination.

Therefore, Qin Feng's flute music is a magnificent war epic!

It is the stampede of thousands of troops! It is the clash of swords and spears! It is the roar of heroes!

It was that song that could ignite the passion of every soldier—

General's Order!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Li Yaoqin's music grew faster and faster, more and more urgent!

She tried to use her exquisite skills to suppress the domineering flute music.

The music seemed to transform into countless sharp swords, stabbing wildly at Qin Feng's mind!

However, it didn't work!

Compared to the powerful and stirring melody of "General's Command," her romantic and sentimental "High Mountains and Flowing Water" is like children playing house, utterly insignificant!

The zither music was completely suppressed by the flute music, and the zither music even began to lead the zither music!

Li Yaoqin's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She felt like she wasn't having a musical duel with a musician.

Instead, it is a struggle for a piece of land with an emperor who commands a million soldiers and is decisive in killing!

And I am suffering defeat after defeat!

"No! I can't lose!"

Li Yaoqin bit her tongue, the intense pain allowing her to forcefully maintain her last shred of clarity!

She used every last ounce of her strength to try and turn the tide!

But just then...

Qin Feng's domineering and powerful flute music changed once again.

The chilling, murderous aura of war vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented tenderness and affection.

The sound of the flute seemed to transform into a spring breeze in March, gently brushing against her cheek.

It was like a lover's hand, gently caressing her heartstrings.

He was telling her about a feeling she had never heard of before, called "love".

Li Yaoqin was completely stunned.

She received the most rigorous education from childhood to adulthood.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, needlework, etiquette—everything must be done to the best of one's ability.

In her world, there was only the glory of her family and her own pride.

She had never heard such a gentle, captivating voice before.

Her mind was in turmoil.

The tension that had been building for over a decade was finally broken at this moment by Qin Feng's flute music.

"clang……"

A piercing noise rang out.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and she plucked the wrong string.

That perfect "high mountains and flowing water" came to an abrupt end.

Li Yaoqin sat there blankly, her face showing no sign of understanding.

Lost.

We lost again.

And this time, the loss was more unacceptable to her than any of the previous ones.

Qin Feng put down his bamboo flute, looked at her, and smiled faintly.

"The zither is for expressing emotions, not for competing with others."

"Miss Li, you're being too attached to appearances."

After saying that, he put the bamboo flute back into his pocket and turned to look at Li Boyong and the others, whose faces had turned ashen.

That indifferent gaze felt like a mountain, pressing down on them and making it hard for them to breathe.

Four games, all wins!

……

Dead silence.

The entire training ground in the capital fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the blue figure in the center of the arena.

Won.

Four games, all wins!

In the literary battle, his loyal and devoted essay brought tears to the eyes of countless soldiers, making even the most brilliant literary works pale in comparison.

In the chess match, he incorporated military strategy into the game, sacrificing pieces to kill the dragon, causing the chess master to collapse on the spot.

In the martial arts battle, he used his bare hands to toy with the "Red Serpent Fairy," capturing the dragon in one move and displaying his true manly nature.

With a bamboo flute, Yue Dou shattered the Daoist heart of the "Fairy of the Qin," causing even the high and mighty fairy to lose her mortal desires.

Is there anything this man can't do?

He's like a bottomless black hole; whatever you bring out, he'll crush it with ease.

On the viewing platform, the smile on the face of Batu, the envoy of Northern Yan, had long since frozen.

His eyes were filled with horror and fear as he looked at Qin Feng.

This Qin Feng is a hundred times more terrifying than the intelligence reports described!

He was not only a ruthless and decisive man, but also a monster of unfathomable wisdom!

To be an enemy of such a person...

For the first time, Batu felt a slight wavering in his belief in the Crown Prince's plan to march south.

On the other side, the heads of the seven major families, led by Li Boyong, were all ashen-faced and dejected.

They felt like a bunch of clowns jumping around.

They went to great lengths, believing they had laid a flawless trap to kill their prey.

As a result, faced with the opponent's absolute strength, they were utterly crushed.

All their pride and all their heritage were trampled underfoot and repeatedly rubbed away by Qin Feng alone today.

What a shame!

This was an unprecedented humiliation for the seven great families since their founding!

In the midst of this deathly silence, Qin Feng slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene.

Finally, it fell on Li Boyong and others.

"Who else...?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"You disagree?!"

The entire hall remained silent.

You disagree?

Who would dare to disagree?

What makes you so dissatisfied?

Should I lean in and let him hit me again?

Li Boyong's old face turned a deep purplish-red.

He felt as if the gazes of the entire world were like knives scraping his face, causing a burning pain.

We can't just give up like this!

If he were to accept this, how would he, as the head of the Longxi Li family, maintain his standing in the aristocratic circles?

Li Boyong forced himself to stand up from the chair, and said in a cold voice, his tone fierce but his voice weak:

"Hmph! They're just a bunch of useless juniors!"

"Your Highness, given your current status, what glory is there in competing against a chess player nearing forty and a few young men in their early twenties?"

"To bully the weak is an dishonest victory!"

Li Boyong is cheating.

It is a blatant breach of the previous bet.

Upon hearing this, the people below the stage couldn't help but boo.

"Tch! You lost, so what? Making excuses!"

"Exactly! They were all so arrogant just a moment ago, and now they're accusing others of bullying the weak? Have they no shame?"

"These powerful families are all the same!"

Hearing the mocking voices around him, Li Boyong's face grew even uglier.

Qin Feng laughed in exasperation at Li Boyong's incompetent and furious state.

He raised an eyebrow and said lazily:

"Oh?"

"Then, according to Patriarch Li, how should I compete to achieve a glorious result?"

"How about... Patriarch Li, you personally step onto the stage and have a match with me?"

"Whether it's a literary or a martial contest, I'll be ready to oblige."