I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1307 1311: My Imperial Musician Level 8

"Emperor... Emperor Level Eight?" Not only Yinyunxiao, but even Mo Xiaoxi and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths.
On the Stigma Continent, the levels of music are similar to the grading of alchemists, evaluated by an organization called the Music Nest.
It is unrelated to the strength of a martial artist and solely pertains to the realm and attainment in music.
The levels of music are divided from 1 to 9, and above that are the levels of Cangxiang, Xianle, and Brahman, but they had never heard of this Emperor Level Eight.
In the Pavilion of Vast Melodies, the basic requirement for recruiting disciples is to reach music level six. Generally, if a Void Transformation Realm martial artist reaches level eight in music, they can surpass local-level martial artists of the same realm using the Pavilion's martial arts.
Reaching music level nine allows one to defeat Wheel Mystery Realm martial artists of the same level.
There was once a genius who, at the Demi-Saint level, comprehended Cangxiang level music and was able to survive a full force blow from a Saint!
The current Yinyunxiao is at the Cangxiang level in music; he is slightly stronger than ordinary Saints of the Second Realm, but cannot yet contend with Saints of the Third Realm.
Their former Pavilion Master had already reached the peak of the Cangxiang level and is currently attempting to break through to Demigod, while also striving to comprehend Xianle level music.
This is the true inheritance of the musical martial arts!
This Emperor Level Eight, he had never heard of it, probably a level evaluated by some knockoff organization without any credibility?
Mo Xiaoxi couldn't help but blush somewhat; this was indeed an awkward and embarrassing matter.
But thinking again, how could Zhang Menglong have achieved such profound swordsmanship skills while also excelling in music?
"Actually, I have a good talent for music," Zhang Menglong continued, "I have perfect pitch!"
"Perfect pitch? What kind of talent is that?" Yinyunxiao was momentarily stunned. Indeed, some martial artists are naturally gifted in music, but he had never heard of perfect pitch—it sounded bizarre and counterfeit.
"Forget it, let's not discuss this," Yinyunxiao was afraid of losing his temper if the topic continued, for many principles are significant within the realm of music, "Now, what brings you all to my Pavilion of Vast Melodies this time?"
"Here's the situation," Mo Xiaoxi spoke directly, "My martial uncle was once ambushed, his life pattern shattered. He is now searching for his lost fragments, and he found one piece here in your Pavilion of Vast Melodies. So I brought my martial uncle here to ask Brother Yin for some help."
"Is it that severe?" Yinyunxiao's expression became serious as well. The life pattern is a vital aspect of a martial artist's being; once shattered, it could either lead to a plummet in realm or immediate death. That Feng Cong is still alive is quite a miracle.
No wonder Feng Cong could become Mo Xiaoxi's martial uncle. Even before his power fell, he must have been a dazzling and extraordinary character.
Indeed, if not for this unfortunate incident, Feng Cong would probably be at least a Saint by now, as he is older than Mo Xiaoxi and the others.
"Leave this matter to me!" Earning Mo Xiaoxi's gratitude was something Yinyunxiao was completely willing to do, "Brother Feng, can you sense the specific location?"
"Yes," Feng Cong's heart was somewhat excited, not expecting to so effortlessly find this fragment of his life pattern. Zhang Menglong truly seemed to be his lucky star.
He immediately activated his two existing life pattern pieces, instantly sensing the presence of one fragment within the Pavilion of Vast Melodies.
"May I, Pavilion Master..."
"Please, Mr. Feng." Yinyunxiao readily made way.
Feng Cong took the lead, feeling his lost life pattern drawing closer, an excitement rising within him.
They passed through the areas where disciples of the Pavilion of Vast Melodies practiced music and martial arts, eventually arriving at a secluded room, seemingly a resting place for the disciples.
From those rooms, various music, akin to ancient zithers and flutes, could be heard. Not to exaggerate, but Zhang Menglong felt those ten-year-old prodigies were more impressive than these musicians.
"It's here!" Feng Cong pointed to a room.
"Here?" Yinyunxiao was taken aback, "Mr. Feng, are you sure?"
"No doubt, I can clearly sense my life pattern fragment right here," Feng Cong confidently replied.
"Is something wrong, Brother Yin?" Mo Xiaoxi noticed the oddity in Yinyunxiao's expression, "Who's inside?"
"Inside are the younger relatives of our former Pavilion Master," Yinyunxiao said, "How odd, what's going on? Please wait a moment!"
Yinyunxiao knocked on the door, "Xingyu? Are you there?"
"Something seems off." Zhang Menglong suddenly sensed an anomaly. As the current Sect Master of the Pavilion of Vast Melodies, he should hold a very prestigious position, right? Even if the person inside were a descendant of the former Pavilion Master, he shouldn't be so obsequious. Such a reaction was indeed perplexing.
A moment later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out.
He was somewhat handsome, yet his good looks were tinged with a hint of sickness. Though he exuded the aura of the Wheel Mystery Peak, this aura was remarkably unstable, as if it didn't belong to him.
The moment the young man stepped out, his attention immediately fell on Feng Cong.
"It's on him!" Feng Cong exclaimed, the unmistakable sensation making him certain!
"Mr. Feng, could there be a mistake?"
"How could I be mistaken about my life pattern?" Feng Cong remarked, "My life pattern is right on him!"
"So, it's your life pattern!" To everyone's surprise, the young man displayed an expression of even greater joy, "It's all because of you, you wretched guy, that I've been unable to break into the Saint Realm. Once I get the rest of your life pattern fragments, my life pattern will be restored, and I can surely advance smoothly!"
"Yinyunxiao, help me kill him and seize his life pattern!" The young man revealed a fierce expression, even directly giving orders to Yinyunxiao.
Evidently, Yinyunxiao shared a deep connection with this young man, and while not following through, he seemed reluctant to refuse, his face filled with a struggle and contradictory expression.
"Pavilion Master Yin, what is the meaning of this?" Mo Xiaoxi's face darkened.
"Yinyunxiao, have you forgotten the care my grandfather showed you? If it weren't for my grandfather pouring all his efforts into you, would you even have the chance to become the Pavilion Master? Why are you hesitating now? Isn't it time to act?"