All in all, based on the Luck value numbers previously intercepted by the System, it is estimated that Zhou Fan would gain nearly 10,000 Luck points if he eliminated the Heavenly Human Realm Son of Destiny, Jiang Wudao.
Calculated this way, Jiang Wudao alone could bring Zhou Fan nearly 20,000 Luck points in revenue, not to mention there was also another Son of Destiny, Ye Fan.
Although Ye Fan was relatively weak, he should at least be able to Breakthrough to a level close to Heavenly Human within ten years. When the time comes to eliminate Ye Fan, Zhou Fan could at least obtain over 5,000 Luck points.
Moreover, with Ye Fan's foolish brain, he might even have his Innate Realm Master come and deliver himself to Zhou Fan soon.
If his new Master was male, Zhou Fan would simply kill him; if his new Master was female, then… hehe…
Speaking of which, Ye Fan was truly good at running. Not long ago, he had just arrived at the Great Qian Dynasty and created a wave of animosity for Zhou Fan. By the time Zhou Fan arrived in the capital, Ye Fan had already fled like a stray dog.
Zhou Fan estimated that Jiang Wudao was currently sending people to hunt down Ye Fan, after all, Ye Fan had caused the death of two Grand Enshriners from the Imperial Family.
In Zhou Fan's eyes, these two Sons of Destiny would not be able to stir up any trouble.
He had enjoyed being a villain for the past month, and now it was time to shift his focus to another important function of the System—More Children, More Blessings.
However, there was no rush now. He would slowly conquer the three imperial women first. After Jiang Wudao reshaped his Physical Body and Breakthrough to Heavenly Human, Zhou Fan would then directly strike at the Dragon's lair.
At that time, he would simply let Mengli manipulate a Puppet emperor to ascend the throne, and the entire harem would become Zhou Fan's possession.
While planning the development Dao for the next ten years, Zhou Fan leisurely strolled around Luoyun Temple.
Unconsciously, Zhou Fan found himself in front of Empress Su Caiwei's courtyard.
Standing at the door, Zhou Fan thought that since he was already here, he might as well knock on Empress Su's courtyard door.
“Thump, thump, thump.”
“Who is it?” As the knocking sounded, the courtyard door in front of him quickly opened halfway.
At the same time, a delicate and cute maid also peeked her head out from behind the door.
She looked at the exceptionally handsome man in front of her and instantly knew the identity of the visitor—the husband of Luoyun Temple's Temple Master.
She also recalled her mistress’s special instructions: if this man came, there was no need to ask for the reason, just let him in directly.
“I am Zhou Fan, and I have long admired Empress Su’s flute artistry. May I come in for a chat?”
“My mistress has instructed that if Young Master Zhou comes, there is no need for further words, just come straight in.”
While speaking, Su Caiwei's personal maid, Baozhu, led Zhou Fan into the courtyard.
Zhou Fan nodded slightly and followed Baozhu into the courtyard.
Inside the courtyard, green trees provided shade, and flowers and plants flourished. In a small pavilion sat an elegant and beautiful woman, who was none other than Empress Su Caiwei.
Upon seeing Zhou Fan arrive, a hint of surprise flashed in Su Caiwei’s eyes. She rose and smiled, “Young Master, why do you have time to visit my humble courtyard today?”
Zhou Fan cupped his hands and said, “I am Zhou Fan. I have long heard of Her Majesty’s exquisite flute artistry, and I have come specifically to pay my respects, hoping to have the honor of listening to a piece.”
Upon hearing this, Su Caiwei’s lips curled into a slight smile. After all, no one dislikes hearing compliments, especially from this extremely mysterious man who could even make the current emperor bow before him.
So Su Caiwei gently raised her fair wrist, picked up the jade flute beside her, and began to play softly.
The melodious flute music was ethereal and lingering, like weeping, like lamenting, like yearning. It flowed endlessly, captivating one’s heart.
Zhou Fan listened quietly, a hint of emotion rising in his heart.
Such a beautiful woman, yet trapped within this imperial palace, what a pity.
It’s a good thing she met me, Zhou.
After the piece ended, Su Caiwei looked at Zhou Fan and asked softly, “Young Master Zhou, do you find it pleasing?”
Zhou Fan praised, “Your Majesty plays exceptionally well, like the music of the heavens.”
“I, Zhou, am not talented, but I have also studied music for a few days. Today, hearing Your Majesty’s celestial music, I can’t help but want to play a duet.”
Zhou Fan took out an ancient zither from his Storage Pouch and placed it on the stone table in the small pavilion.
This Storage Pouch was given to Zhou Fan by Shen Yufu not long ago, and it had a volume of over ten cubic meters.
From Zhou Fan's perspective, having lived in the Cultivation World, this Storage Pouch was worth at least several hundred Spirit Stones.
However, Shen Yufu directly gifted it to Zhou Fan. Regarding this, Zhou Fan could only say, as expected of Luoyun Temple Fairy, a rich woman from the Cultivation World.
Recalling the past few days, whenever Zhou Fan and Shen Yufu spent time together in sweet moments, his beloved Fu Fu Jie would take out one or two items to give him.
This Wutong zither was also given to Zhou Fan by Shen Yufu when she heard that Zhou Fan was proficient in music during one of their sweet conversations.
Although this zither had not yet reached the level of a Magical Artifact, its quality was already rare in the mortal world.
Zhou Fan still remembered that after getting the ancient zither, Zhou Fan sat on the stone stool and played the zither earnestly.
Meanwhile, Fairy Shen enjoyed the zither music while crawling under the stone table, and then…
Cough, recalling Fu Fu Jie's appearance as a satisfied little glutton, Zhou Fan felt that it could also be considered a harmonious union… right?
Pushing the chaotic thoughts to the back of his mind, Zhou Fan sat upright before the zither, extended his slender fingers, and gently plucked the strings.
As the strings vibrated, the Wutong zither began to emit its sound.
Its music was melodious and lingering, pouring out like a gurgling stream, captivating one and making it impossible to extricate oneself.
Su Caiwei was greatly astonished when she saw this scene.
She never expected that this person was not only extraordinarily handsome but also so proficient and skilled in music.
So, she picked up the jade flute again and played with concentration.
The flute music was clear and pleasant, echoing Zhou Fan's zither music and complementing each other perfectly. Their cooperation was seamless.
In an instant, the entire courtyard was enveloped by beautiful music, as if one were in the Immortal Realm.
The moving melody lingered in the air, long after it had ended, like the music of the heavens.
The maid Baozhu, watching the two lovers, a perfect match, was momentarily entranced.
But then she suddenly thought, one was a married woman and the other a married man. Was it really appropriate for them to openly play music together like this?
But looking at her mistress, she seemed truly content.
The personal maid Baozhu was accustomed to seeing Her Majesty the Empress pitying herself in the desolate palace, gazing into a mirror. This was the first time she had seen Her Majesty smile so naturally, so genuinely from the heart.
It seemed that after escaping the cold and oppressive environment of the imperial harem, Her Majesty was truly enjoying this rare moment of ease and freedom.
It just felt like the current emperor’s crown was a bit green, what was going on?
...
When the music ended, Zhou Fan and Su Caiwei exchanged a knowing smile.
“Young Master Zhou is indeed exceptionally talented. If you have free time, would you be willing to come often to discuss music together?”
Su Caiwei asked softly with a smile on her face.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Fan humbly replied, “To be able to explore the mysteries of the Dao of music with Your Majesty is truly my greatest wish.”
