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"Brother Ye Fan!"

Seeing Ye Fan getting serious, Wei Ziyi called out anxiously in front of everyone.

Ye Fan turned his head and smiled slightly, "Ziyi, don't worry about me, prepare to welcome this musical feast!"

"Pretentiousness!"

Seeing Ye Fan's confident demeanor, Wei Shixian's old face was filled with scorn.

Currently, his reputation in the country was formidable, and he had an extremely deep perception and understanding of music; even he would not dare to tell others what real music was using just his strength.

After all, on the world stage, there were many strong pianists emerging; his abilities could only shine in the country, and on a global scale, his musical attainments were simply not enough to dazzle anyone.

"Acting mysterious!" sneered Wei Chen as well.

Ye Fan was young, and he did not believe that Ye Fan had a deep understanding of music to surpass his own abilities. Find exclusive stories on empire

"An ignorant kid who dares to perform on stage, truly doesn't know the meaning of the word 'humiliation'!"

In the eyes of the tens of thousands of people at the scene, Ye Fan was just someone with an undeserved reputation; compared to Wei Chen, he was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

Under the watchful eyes of many, Ye Fan calmly stepped onto the stage and approached the piano.

"Haven't touched this thing in a long time, it really brings back memories!"

Ye Fan muttered to himself as he sat at the piano bench and gently brushed the piano keys.

Then, Ye Fan placed his hands on the piano keys and closed his eyes, seemingly searching for the status of years past.

"Looking the part, but once he starts playing, it'll all fall apart!"

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance of a sage, Wei Shixian scoffed at him, not recognizing Ye Fan's musical talent.

Tens of thousands of people at the venue stared at Ye Fan for a minute, and seeing that Ye Fan still did not make a move, they all grew impatient.

"Are you able or not, kid? What are you dawdling for? If you're scared just admit it, don't waste everyone's time here!"

"Kid, I don't think you can do it, just get off the stage quickly!"

"Exactly, you're bound to disgrace yourself all the way back to your grandmother's house today, hahaha..."

Suddenly, a group of people burst into laughter; their gazes playful, looking at Ye Fan as if he were a crude novice unable to perform on stage.

Ding!

Just as the crowd was utterly disdainful of Ye Fan, his hands suddenly moved, and a beautiful note instantly resonated in all directions.

"What?"

Hearing this prelude, Wei Shixian, who had been full of disdain for Ye Fan, suddenly stiffened his old face, his aged eyes going round as if he had seen a monster.

When a master makes a move, you'll know if they have it.

Wei Shixian, with his profound musical insight and skill, felt goosebumps all over his body from just the prelude played by Ye Fan.

He said in shock, "Could it be that I was wrong? Is this kid a peerless genius that has not emerged before?"

"A peerless genius?"

Hearing this, Wei Chen's expression changed drastically; he had never seen his grandfather describe someone in such a way.

Ding ding ding ding!

In an instant, Ye Fan's hands danced rapidly on the piano keys, and a series of beautiful yet fierce notes echoed throughout the grand concert venue.

"How...how is this possible?"

Hearing the notes that Ye Fan continued to play, Wei Chen's body shuddered with cold, and he was so shocked that his mouth gaped open.

As the top emerging pianist of the domestic scene, the continuous notes played by Ye Fan made him realize that Ye Fan had not lied, his strength was far beyond his own.

Defeated, he was defeated, and his defeat was thorough and complete.

Just now, when he played "Flight of the Bumblebee," it was purely for the purpose of a sensational performance, as long as it was moving and wild enough.

From Ye Fan's notes, he actually heard an elevation of artistic conception, something that even his grandfather, Wei Shixian, could not achieve.

What is artistic conception?

Artistic conception is when, accompanying the player's performance, images corresponding to the notes involuntarily appear in the mind.

At this moment, under the performance of Ye Fan's notes, images had already begun to form in Wei Chen's mind.

In those vast and boundless highland ravines, the buzzing of bees was rising from deep within the chasms, and the sound grew more and more intense, as though countless bees were rushing out of the abyss, wanting to sweep across the entire land.

"My god! Such a strong artistic conception, how did Brother Ye Fan do it?"

As Ye Fan played, Wei Ziyi, who was nervous for Ye Fan, showed a face full of shock on her tender little face.

She was indeed the Little Queen of Moon Altar; although Wei Ziyi knew very little about piano, she could tell that Ye Fan's rendition of "Flight of the Bumblebee" had outclassed Wei Chen right from the intro.

It was too astonishing; Wei Ziyi was truly overwhelmed.

She had never expected that Ye Fan could play the piano, and moreover, that he was exceptionally skilled.

"What's going on? Why are there all these images appearing in my mind? What is this?"

The many baffled spectators were all stunned; like Wei Chen, they too had scenes of highlands and bottomless abysses forming in their minds, which left them completely astounded.

"Artistic conception! Yes, this is artistic conception!"

The audience included some pianist grandmasters, and when the power of artistic conception emerged, they suddenly stood up from their seats with a start.

Looking around, these grandmasters had faces full of shock, with some so stunned that their mouths formed "o" shapes, like hippopotamus, big enough to stuff in a large watermelon.

Ordinary spectators didn't know what artistic conception represented, but as grandmasters of the piano, they were very clear: it was something they were all desperately seeking throughout their lives.

In the world of piano, to play a piece pleasingly to the ears is to be known as a first-class expert.

If someone could play a piece that leaves the listeners' hearts refreshed and their spirits full, that person could be called a master.

Above a master is the pianist grandmaster. To reach the master level, one must grasp the power of artistic conception, and once successful, one can establish a school and stir up a storm in the world.

In the world, grandmasters of piano are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, many of which only have a vague understanding of artistic conception, among whom Wei Shixian is one.

Wei Shixian, gifted by nature, only after many years of contemplation in the world of piano, sensed a hint of the power of artistic conception.

Now, Wei Shixian could only let the power of artistic conception blossom within the pieces he was familiar with, creating images in the minds of his audience.

What was shocking was that, despite his young age, Ye Fan let just a few notes conjure up images in the minds of thousands in the concert hall; this skill was simply terrifying.

This kind of skill was unprecedented and unmatched, enough to dazzle through the ages.

"Yes, artistic conception, such a strong artistic conception!" Wei Shixian's old face was filled with shock.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

From the very first note that Ye Fan struck, he knew Ye Fan was no ordinary person, and as more notes from Ye Fan revealed themselves, Wei Shixian understood that Ye Fan was an extraordinary expert that had not appeared in the world.

"Wow, how well this kid is playing 'Flight of the Bumblebee'! I feel like my ears are going to get pregnant!"

"You're a dude, how can you get pregnant?"

"So what if I'm a guy? Can't my ears get pregnant? Screw you!"

At this moment, countless spectators who had previously looked down on Ye Fan were showing faces full of shock, all completely stunned by Ye Fan's introductory performance of "Flight of the Bumblebee."

"Impossible! This can't be! How can he use the power of artistic conception so adeptly?"

Watching Ye Fan continue to play on the stage, Wei Chen's self-esteem suffered a huge blow, his face as grey as death; in front of Ye Fan, he couldn't muster any resistance.

"Brother Ye Fan, you're too amazing, aren't you?" Wei Ziyi's beautiful eyes flickered continuously.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan on the stage was oblivious to what others were talking about; he was immersed in the music, continuing to play.

With one move, he astonished all around!