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Chapter 1182: Chapter 1119: Though of Low Position, I Dare Not Forget to Worry About My Country Chapter 1182: Chapter 1119: Though of Low Position, I Dare Not Forget to Worry About My Country “Jiang Kui…”

When Jiang Kui stepped onto the stage, it was as if a connection was formed.

Su Juan suddenly lifted her head, staring intently at the delicate figure.

Before the competition, the coach had cautioned Su Juan:

Be careful of Jiang Kui.

Su Juan initially didn’t take it to heart.

Jiang Kui might not even get past her two teammates from Zhong Continent.

It wasn’t until Zhao Ying Ge and Xia Fan’s subsequent eruptions that Su Juan put away her pride.

With Zhao Ying Ge and Xia Fan already warranting vigilance, what level should Jiang Kui, the strongest female singer of Yu Dynasty, be at?

Yu Dynasty.

A place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Wait.

What does her costume mean?

Isn’t that the type of costume that ancient performers would wear?

Su Juan thoughtfully speculated about the details of Jiang Kui’s song.

…

Jiang Kui, dressed in a theatrical costume, stood on stage, not choosing to start immediately but instead, she gently closed her eyes.

This song needed an emotional buildup.

Once her emotions were fully brewed, her eyes suddenly snapped open.

“Start.”

The staff member, seeing that the preparation time had ended, gave a signal.

A high-pitched mix from the piano and guitar started.

Flute.

Pipa.

It seemed there was also the sound of an erhu?

The atmosphere seemed inexplicably sorrowful.

And behind Jiang Kui, the stage’s large screen suddenly lit up.

It showed an animation of an actor with makeup on his face, his expressions unclear.

Below the stage.

A group of fierce-looking spectators, lounging with their legs crossed, faces relaxed, appearing to be a group of soldiers.

What’s this?

The seven judges looked at the large screen.

Every singer’s performance was enhanced by stage effects.

Wei Continent’s technology was very advanced, enabling the stage to become extremely splendid. Previous singers, including Zhao Ying Ge and Xia Fan, had utilized these stage effects to make their singing more impactful.

And Jiang Kui’s song seemed to carry a narrative.

The large screen was clearly telling a story.

Just as everyone was making guesses about this story, two words suddenly appeared on the screen.

The Opera Performer’s Sacrifice.

Simultaneously.

Jiang Kui’s voice eerily resounded:

“A play in one act

Waves of water sleeves rise and fall

Singing of joy and sorrow, of partings and reunions

Unrelated to me

Fans open and close

Gongs and drums sound then silence

Affections within the play, people outside the play

Who can tell…”

The song’s information, along with the singing, fully revealed itself to all the viewers watching the live broadcast.

Song title: The Opera Performer’s Sacrifice

Lyrics: Xian Yu

Compose: Xian Yu

Singing: Jiang Kui

This was Xian Yu’s third piece at the Blue Songlympics, the quality of the first two already having conquered the audience.

“It has a bit of an ancient style.”

This thought passed through everyone’s minds as Jiang Kui’s voice once again resounded:

“Accustomed to blending all feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness into makeup

What does it matter if the old lyrics are sung through?

White bones and blue ashes are all my own…”

At this point in her singing, on the stage’s large screen, the animated performer was singing.

Below the stage.

A group of spectators was giggling.

Some soldiers were dressed untidily.

Gathering in small clusters chatting.

A few leaders, even more so, were holding beauties in their arms, playing with something with frivolous gazes.

What does it mean?

It seems to have an ancient touch.

Just as the audience was curious, the scene suddenly shifted.

Streets littered with corpses were in disarray, old people and children barely clothed were shivering, a group of soldiers holding weapons grinned as they charged into households, looting property and women.

And from these soldiers’ attire…

They are the same group as those currently watching the play!

Invasion!

War!

Although it is unclear in which dynasty this story is set, such visual representation made the story very clear!

They are invaders looting and plundering!

The cries of the people were trampled by horse hooves!

The soldiers beneath the stage wore faces of arrogance!

Among them, a man with a scarred face suddenly threw a silver ingot, landing at the feet of the performer.

This moment.

A tremendous oppression suddenly filled all viewers’ hearts!

Blue Star and Earth are different; Qin Dynasty had unified for countless years, with fewer wars, but throughout thousands of years of history, there have always been times filled with turmoil and thrilling wars, and there were also instances of vassal states being established. Historical records never shied away from these pasts, such innate aversion to invasion is almost engraved in everyone’s bones!

On stage.

The performer sang:

“In this chaotic world, I endure the sight of beacon fires burning across rivers and mountains

Though of low status, I dare not forget my woes for the country

Even if no one knows me…”

These lyrics annotated the song, confirming the audience’s understanding of the story, but at this moment, the emotions stirred up by the lyrics themselves were even more intense.

Of low status, yet daring not to forget the woes of the country!?

Lu You’s eternal quote first appeared on Blue Star, now it became Xian Yu’s original work, and these few words shocked countless people!

The faces of several judges suddenly turned serious!

“Good!”

One of them even exclaimed in approval, but it was drowned out by the music.

Su Juan’s body tensed suddenly, for she knew what was coming next was the chorus.

And the chorus, as the soul of a song, its quality directly impacts the entire song’s presentation!

What would the chorus of “The Opera Performer’s Sacrifice” be like?

A single line “Of low status, yet daring not to forget the woes of the country” set such a high standard that any cliché that followed would lose its flavor.

Just then.

On the stage’s screen.

The performer, who was singing, suddenly stopped moving.

That made-up face seemed to carry a hint of disdain, with a tap of the toe, the silver ingot was sent flying.

Simultaneously.

It was as if a signal was given!

The world suddenly turned a fierce red!

Flames blazed fiercely from all directions!

Whoosh!

The rogue soldiers below were thrown into chaos!

Fear and pandemonium spread with the flames!