I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1796

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On Par

“Come, Martial Nephew, sing along with me…”

In the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, Mo Jue looked at Li Leider, who was waiting in full battle array before him, a flash of anticipation crossing his eyes.

He cleared his throat and sang a melodious and lingering tune:

“Ah~~~~”

Li Leider took off his British Overcoat, only wearing that white silk-edged shirt, and solemnly adjusted his bowtie… His expression was solemn, like a singer standing in a music hall.

He took a deep breath and tentatively opened his mouth, imitating Mo Jue’s tone:

“Ah~~↑~↓~←~→~”

Mo Jue: “…”

“Ahem, Martial Nephew, don’t use so much force. Relax your throat a bit, understand?” Mo Jue patiently spoke again. “Come, let’s try again…”

“Ah~~~~”

“Ah~~↓~↑~~↓~↑↑↑↑~!!”

“Icy Moon Over the Sea begins to rise, seeing the Jade Rabbit, the Jade Rabbit already ascends in the east~~”

“Icy Moon Over the Searrr begins to rise~↑~ seeing the Jade Rabbit, the Jade Rabbit already ascends in the e~↑↑ast!!!”

Mo Jue: “…………”

Oh no,

This is a true master and disciple.

Seeing that Mo Jue suddenly stopped talking, Li Leider tentatively asked: “Martial Uncle, my talent…”

“Don’t speak first.”

Mo Jue raised his hand to interrupt him. His brain was spinning rapidly, as if thinking about how to gently advise him to give up this idea without blowing the child’s self-confidence…

Li Leider really didn’t speak again. He just stood there in the courtyard, waiting for Mo Jue to teach him how to sing opera.

“…Martial Nephew ah…” Mo Jue made a lot of psychological preparations and finally spoke, “It’s like this… Generally speaking, a person who can be chosen by other Divine Pathways must have absolute talent in the corresponding Divine Pathway…”

“But human talent is limited… Since you stepped onto the Path of the Thief, it means your talent in other areas might be slightly… slightly weaker.”

“As for your Master’s situation, it’s quite different from yours. Although he didn’t step onto the Path of the Actor, he possesses an incredibly high talent for the Theater Dao within his body. This is complicated to explain, but in short, you probably won’t be able to be like him…”

“Of course, I don’t mean that your talent is bad. I believe that with your intelligence, learning the [Requiem Ballad] is only a matter of time… But in all things, one must consider the cost-effectiveness, right?”

Hearing this, Li Leider, who had mustered all his energy to learn the [Requiem Ballad], froze in place.

A gentle breeze fluttered the hem of Li Leider’s shirt.

A touch of unconcealable disappointment flashed through those deep blue eyes, and he lowered his head, falling into silence.

A bit of sweat seeped from Mo Jue’s forehead. He could sense the change in Li Leider’s emotions and immediately panicked a little, quickly adding:

“However, I can first transcribe the lyrics of the [Requiem Ballad] for you. Memorize them well over the next couple of days, and then I’ll demonstrate it a few more times for you…”

“In the future, if you want, you can come find me anytime. I’ll help you tune it as much as possible and point out any issues.”

Li Leider closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

“I understand…”

“Thank you, Martial Uncle.”

After singing the Requiem Ballad a few times and sending Li Leider off, Mo Jue’s back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Li Leider was truly too competitive, even more so than Chen Ling back in the day… Chen Ling could calmly and bitterly accept his lack of talent, but Li Leider always gave off a feeling of carrying a hint of madness within his silence. Although he stood there saying nothing, god only knew what he was thinking in his heart.

But Mo Jue still had to persuade Li Leider to quit. After all, what he said was the honest truth. Li Leider wasn’t Chen Ling. No matter how hard he tried to learn the Requiem Ballad, it would be very difficult to gain anything from it… It was purely a waste of time.

“Little Junior Brother ah, Little Junior Brother…” Mo Jue muttered,

“Your disciple… are you really not going to come back and manage him?”

…

“Icy Moon Over the Sea begins to rise, seeing the Jade Rabbit, the Jade Rabbit already ascends in the east…”

“Icy Moon Over the Sea begins to rise, seeing the Jade Rabbit…”

“Icy Moon Over the Sea…”

“Damn it!!”

Li Leider slammed his fist onto the tabletop. The dim candlelight swayed violently. He looked at himself in the mirror, unwillingness and stubbornness surfacing in his deep blue eyes.

It was already late at night. Ever since returning from Mo Jue’s side, Li Leider had been practicing bitterly in his room.

Li Leider had only spent ten seconds to memorize the entire Requiem Ballad, but he couldn’t imitate those special, lingering tones no matter what… Or rather, even if he occasionally got lucky and hit a few tones right, it still lacked the flavor of the Requiem Ballad.

Compared to the segment Chen Ling sang in the Ruoshui Domain, it was simply a world of difference…

Thus, Li Leider could only continue practicing the basic skills.

Only when his throat was dry and hoarse did Li Leider take a temporary rest. He silently drank water, looking at himself in the mirror, feeling an indescribable depression in his heart.

At the same time,

A dark red lightning bolt silently streaked across the sky.

Li Leider froze and immediately turned his head to look out the window. He could feel that the entire Ancient Vault of the Drama Path seemed to tremble slightly with the appearance of that figure. A faint glimmer surfaced in his gloomy eyes…

“He’s back, huh…”

…

“Little Junior Brother, why were you out for so long this time?”

Ning Ru Yu skillfully brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it to Chen Ling.

After giving a funeral to the Ruoshui Domain, I conveniently took a trip to the Integration Faction, and then went to grab some materials… So I was delayed a bit.” Chen Ling was indeed thirsty. Not standing on ceremony with Ning Ru Yu, he picked up the Tea Cup and downed it in one gulp.

“First Senior Brother, has everything been alright in the Ancient Vault recently?”

“Everything else has been fine…” Ning Ru Yu thought for a bit and still spoke up, “It’s just Li Leider…”

“What happened to him?”

“He wants to learn the [Requiem Ballad].”

“And then?” Chen Ling wasn’t surprised at all by this.

“Although you told us before that if he wanted to learn Theatre Dao Secret Methods, we could teach him… Fourth Brother said his talent is truly shockingly low.” Ning Ru Yu sighed.

“How low?” Chen Ling was immediately interested. “Is it on par with mine?”

“…Perhaps, even lower than yours.”

Chen Ling raised an eyebrow.

“That really is bad news.” Chen Ling paused. “However, it doesn’t matter… Whether he knows the Requiem Ballad or not isn’t important.”

Ning Ru Yu looked at Chen Ling for a long time, letting out a long sigh:

“Little Junior Brother…”

“Now, even your Senior Brother can’t see through you… Tell your Senior Brother the truth, what exactly do you think of Li Leider? Do you intend to cultivate him as the next-generation Red King, or…”

“Whether it’s the Red King or something else, none of it matters.” Chen Ling slowly put down the Tea Cup, his tone incredibly calm.

“As long as he can become humanity’s final trump card, that’s enough.”

Ning Ru Yu smiled bitterly. “In your eyes, perhaps none of this matters… but for him, that’s definitely not the case.”