I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1308 1312: I'm Your Daddy

"Fre...The Music Emperor Level Eight?" Not only did Yin Yunxiao twitch at the corners of his mouth, but so did Mo Xiaoxi and the others.
On the Stigma Continent, music levels are also a kind of rating similar to the levels of Alchemists, graded by an organization called Sound Nest.
It has nothing to do with a Martial Artist's strength, only involving the realm and achievements in music.
Music levels are divided from 1 to 9, further above are Pavilion Level, Celestial Music Level, and Brahman Level, but they've never heard of Music Emperor Level Eight.
In the Pavilion of Vast Melodies, the basic requirement for recruiting disciples is a music level of six. Generally, a Martial Artist in the Void Transformation Realm with a music level of eight, using their martial arts from the Pavilion of Vast Melodies, can surpass ordinary Void Transformation Realm Martial Artists.
If the music level reaches nine, one can defeat Wheel Mystery Realm Martial Artists of the same rank.
Once a genius, during the Demi-Saint level, grasped Pavilion Level music and actually survived a direct strike from a Saint!
Yin Yunxiao's current music level is at Pavilion Level, slightly stronger than an ordinary Second Realm Saint, but still unable to compete with Third Realm Saints.
Their former Pavilion Master's music level had reached the Peak of Pavilion Level, now attempting to break through to Demigod while also working hard to comprehend Celestial Music Level music.
This is the true orthodoxy of musical martial arts!
Whatever this Music Emperor Level Eight is, he'd never heard of it, probably just some knockoff organization's non-credible music rating!
Mo Xiaoxi couldn't help but blush a bit; this was truly an embarrassing and shameful matter.
But, come to think of it, with Zhang Menglong's extraordinary achievements in swordsmanship, how could he have attained anything noteworthy in music as well?
"Actually, my musical Gift isn't bad," Zhang Menglong continued, "I have perfect pitch!"
"Perfect pitch? What kind of Gift is that?" Yin Yunxiao was puzzled again. Indeed, some Martial Artists are naturally endowed with musical Gifts, but he had never heard of perfect pitch, which sounded odd and knockoff again.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it," afraid of losing his temper, Yin Yunxiao said, "so, what brings you all to my Pavilion of Vast Melodies this time?"
"It's like this," Mo Xiaoxi began directly, "my master-uncle was once ambushed, and his Life Pattern shattered. He's now seeking his lost Life Pattern fragments. He found one piece in your Pavilion of Vast Melodies, so I brought my master-uncle to bother you, Yin brother, hoping for some help."
"It's this serious?" Yin Yunxiao's expression became somewhat solemn; the Life Pattern is the most important thing for a Martial Artist. Once shattered, it can lead to a drastic realm drop or even immediate death. It's truly a miracle Feng Cong is still alive.
No wonder Feng Cong became Mo Xiaoxi's master-uncle. Surely before his realm had plummeted, he too was a breathtakingly exceptional person.
Indeed, if it weren't for this incident, Feng Cong would likely be at least a Saint by now, considering his age is even older than Mo Xiaoxi and the others.
"I'll take care of this!" Eager to gain favor with Mo Xiaoxi, Yin Yunxiao said, "Can Feng brother sense a specific location?"
"Yes," Feng Cong was inwardly excited, not expecting to find his Life Pattern so easily this time, Zhang Menglong truly was his good luck charm.
He immediately activated his two Life Patterns and promptly sensed the one located within the Pavilion of Vast Melodies.
"Pavilion Master, may I..."
"Mr. Feng, please feel free." Yin Yunxiao graciously stepped aside.
Feng Cong led the way, feeling his lost Life Pattern fragment getting closer and closer; this sensation even made him excited.
They passed through the Pavilion of Vast Melodies' area for disciples' daily music study and martial arts practice, finally arriving at a secluded set of rooms seemingly where the Pavilion of Vast Melodies' disciples rested.
From those rooms, various music sounds like guqin and flutes continued to emanate. All must admit, Zhang Menglong even thought those ten-year-old music prodigies could rival these people.
"It's right here!" Feng Cong pointed at one of the rooms.
"Here?" Yin Yunxiao paused, "Mr. Feng, are you sure?"
"No mistake, I distinctly feel my Life Pattern fragment is right here," Feng Cong said firmly.
"Is something the matter, Yin brother?" Mo Xiaoxi sensed a change in Yin Yunxiao's expression, "Who's inside?"
"Inside is our old Pavilion Master's descendant," Yin Yunxiao responded, "Strange, what's going on? Please wait a moment!"
Yin Yunxiao knocked on the door, "Xingyu? Are you there?"
"Something feels off." Zhang Menglong suddenly noticed something unusual; conventionally, as the current Pavilion Master of the Pavilion of Vast Melodies, he should have been regarded very highly, regardless of the former Pavilion Master's progeny being inside, they shouldn't have been this humble, right? His reaction was quite baffling.
Moments later, the door opened, and a young man walked out.
He was somewhat handsome, but there was also an air of sickness about him. Despite having the aura of Wheel Mystery Realm Peak, his presence was very unstable, as if it were not truly his.
As the young man exited, his attention immediately fell on Feng Cong.
"It's on him!" Feng Cong said, feeling certain beyond a doubt!
"Mr. Feng, could you be mistaken?"
"How could I be mistaken about my own Life Pattern?" Feng Cong stated, "My Life Pattern is indeed on him!"
"So, this is your Life Pattern!" Unexpectedly, the young man revealed an even more delighted expression, "It's because of you, this damnable guy, that I can never break through to the Saint Realm. As long as I acquire the rest of your Life Pattern fragments, my Life Pattern will be complete and I'll be able to advance smoothly!"
"Yin Yunxiao, help me kill him and seize his Life Pattern!" The young man's expression turned ferocious, even starting to directly order Yin Yunxiao.
Clearly, Yin Yunxiao had a close relationship with the young man, yet he didn't comply, seemingly not daring to refuse, his face full of conflicted and agonized emotions.
"What does this mean, Pavilion Master Yin?" Mo Xiaoxi's expression darkened as well.
"Yin Yunxiao, have you forgotten my grandfather's cultivation of you? If not for his wholehearted efforts poured into you, would you have the chance to become Pavilion Master of the Pavilion of Vast Melodies? What are you hesitating about? Hurry and act!"
"But..."
"But what? Yin Yunxiao, I command you to snatch his Life Pattern for me!" The young man's temper grew increasingly violent.
"There, you shut up," Zhang Menglong interjected, unable to stand it, "Are you an imbecile? Your Pavilion Master is merely a Second Realm Saint, and you're telling him to snatch someone's Life Pattern right in front of two Third Realm Saints, are you brain-dead?"
"What are you, daring to meddle in my affairs?" The young man's arrogant tone was completely mismatched with his appearance.
"Boom!" Zhang Menglong swung a kick, sending the young man flying.
The young man slammed hard against the wall, looking at Zhang Menglong with malice, "You dare lay a hand on me?"
"Weren't you asking what I am?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "Now I'll tell you what I am—I'm your dad!"