Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1641: Brother-in-law, Are You Sick?

Ye Xuan didn’t pay much attention to Zhao Zongsheng’s interlude. After glancing away from each other, he acted as if nothing had happened and continued with what he was doing.

There was still some time before Qin Yitian’s concert would begin.

During this period, Ye Xuan intentionally glanced at the front rows of the Martial Arts seating and discovered that many of the martial artists gathered here today had some ties with the Zhao Family.

Qingcheng Mountain, Ghost King Valley, Miaofa Society...

"Truly a massive mobilization."

Ye Xuan smacked his lips in surprise, realizing that this seemingly ordinary concert was, in fact, a gathering filled with hidden threats and stormy undercurrents.

It was apparent that these people were targeting Qin Yitian.

In the past, Zhao Xunjian launched the Martial Arts Conference system to consolidate his position as Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch. At the conference three years ago, Qin Yitian almost seized the hierarch position, which must have greatly unnerved Zhao Xunjian.

The next Martial Arts Conference was about to convene, and after three years, Zhao Xunjian couldn’t guarantee absolute victory against Qin Yitian again. Therefore, he decided to eliminate the threat at its root!

Such an act, if it were during Ye Tianlong’s time, would have certainly been scorned by others.

But with a new ruler comes new subjects. Zhao Xunjian had been ruling the martial arts world for over ten years, and the martial spirit of the past was long gone. Today’s martial world was no longer what it once was...

"Martial Arts Conference..."

Ye Xuan murmured softly, his dark eyes gently turning as if he suddenly came up with a plan.

...

Time ticked by second by second.

Suddenly, the loud broadcast boomed in the vast stadium: "We sincerely thank everyone for your support for Ms. Qin Yitian today. Please remain calm; she will soon take the stage to perform a piece, ’Mountain and Stream’!"

Immediately, the entire venue fell silent.

Amid the tens of thousands of spectators, suddenly, there was not a sound.

Ye Xuan also gently closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of the piano to begin.

Ye Xuan wasn’t particularly interested in music and knew little about it, but since the performer was Qin Yitian and he was present, he wanted to savor it as much as possible.

Like many here, the main goal wasn’t the art and the music, but since they were here, they still wanted to enjoy the experience.

Soon.

Thunk—

In the extreme silence, the sound of the plucking strings echoed throughout the stadium.

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Just that single note made his heart race suddenly, as if the piano sound that should have had no charm for him directly grabbed his heartstrings precisely, holding onto him tightly, making him excited.

"This..."

Ye Xuan was secretly surprised and confused.

Could this be the magic power of music?

Had all the music he listened to before been fake music, and only this music from Qin Yitian could truly touch his heart and soul?

Or was Qin Yitian’s musical skill truly transcendent, making anyone who listened feel this way?

Before Ye Xuan could figure it out.

Thunk, thunk, thunk!

The powerful yet gentle piano sound echoed once more.

This time, it wasn’t just a single note but a series of continuous and smooth piano sounds, clearly deeper and more prolonged than the first note, striking directly at the soul.

Ye Xuan was instantly captivated.

Never having studied music, he suddenly seemed to understand the true essence of music at this moment and heard a certain artistic conception of "Mountain and Stream" performed by Qin Yitian.

Majestic, surging, heroic!

The green mountains remain, and the rivers flow.

Tenderness, warmth, moving and haunting!

Affectionate and lasting, never forget your original intention.

Beautiful!

"It’s so beautiful..."

Ye Xuan couldn’t help but murmur softly in his heart, his face showing an expression of ultimate enjoyment as if he had entered nirvana, unable to think of anything else.

Those around him were astonished at Ye Xuan’s demeanor.

What is wrong with this guy?

It’s just listening to a piece of music; is it necessary to show such an exaggerated expression?

"People say hearing is seeing, did you hear Qin Yitian and imagine her lying on your bed? High, really high!"

Leng Qiufeng, seeing Ye Xuan’s expression, was also baffled for a while. Upon realizing, he marvelled internally, wanting to give Ye Xuan a thumbs up.

When it comes to imagination, I salute you, brother-in-law!

After a moment of amazement, Leng Qiufeng no longer paid attention to Ye Xuan and continued focusing intently on the main stage in the stadium, eager to see what Qin Yitian looked like behind the veil.

Unfortunately, no matter how good Leng Qiufeng’s eyesight was, he could only make out a faint outline behind the veil, roughly telling that Qin Yitian was a beauty, and nothing more...

The passionate piano sound continued to echo.

Most people in the stadium didn’t feel anything.

Only some with certain musical attainments closed their eyes and indulged, occasionally nodding in admiration, quietly enjoying the wonderful piano sound, wishing they could stay in it forever.

Ye Xuan was different from everyone else.

He was excited, increasingly excited.

At first, he was merely thrilled, feeling that Qin Yitian’s piano sound caught his heartstrings, making his ears extremely sensitive, but as the "Mountain and Stream" became more intense, so did his boiling blood.

"What’s going on?"

Ye Xuan only felt his entire body heat up, his muscles and bones trembling, with his strength surging, his clenched fist itching for a punch to explode Zhao Zongsheng’s head in the distance.

Violently irritable, restless!

Even the breath he exhaled was scorching like flames!

Images of slaughter kept appearing in his mind, interspersed with scenes of tender, warm, idyllic love, as if he had become schizophrenic, complex, and chaotic.

Ye Xuan had never felt like this before.

If he had to liken it to some circumstance, it was closest to the feeling right before a post-war syndrome flare-up, but Ye Xuan was sure it wasn’t a war syndrome flare-up.

Simply, he was feeling restless!

Swoosh!

Ye Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, clenched fists, with a gleam of light flashing through them, as if it could penetrate everything in the world.

At this moment, his eyes were crimson.

"Damn!"

Leng Qiufeng, sitting beside Ye Xuan, suddenly felt the surrounding temperature rise. Glancing at Ye Xuan, he recognized the latter’s state and exclaimed abruptly.

Immediately, numerous gazes turned towards Leng Qiufeng, especially those music lovers, who wished to kill him.

Leng Qiufeng awkwardly chuckled, quickly quieted down, then looked at Ye Xuan with concern and whispered, "Brother-in-law, are you alright? What’s happening to you? Are you... are you sick?"