That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Lin Zhifeng studied it for a long time, but he still couldn't understand it. He could only roughly guess that it was probably Buddhist scripture, but unfortunately, none of them were Buddhist practitioners, so they had no way to start from there.

Everyone was at a loss, and Ding Mo spoke up: "Since we have no clues, why don't we just wait here? I think Senior Pu Lao will naturally come looking for us."

Longquan said, "It seems that this is the only way."

Everyone found a corner to rest, but no one dared to relax too much, since they didn't know when Pura would arrive.

This is a day of waiting.

After the ordeal on the third floor, everyone was exhausted. The wait seemed endless, and it was utterly unbearable.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, Burao finally appeared.

Bulao appeared before the public in human form.

As soon as he appeared, Longquan and the others quickly stood up and bowed.

Napra was quite polite, and actually smiled and returned everyone's greetings, saying, "I went to attend a Buddhist ceremony earlier, which caused a slight delay. I apologize for keeping you all waiting!"

Everyone hurriedly replied in unison, "We wouldn't dare!"

Seeing their nervousness, Pulao smiled and said, "I usually don't make things too difficult for you in this round. You can rest assured."

The crowd was hardly incredulous at such a good thing, so they all maintained a humble attitude.

Lin Zhifeng, still curious, couldn't help but ask, "How does Senior plan to test us?" He didn't believe a word these immortals said! Even if they thought they weren't making things difficult, it might still be too challenging for tiny humans. Anyone who let their guard down would likely be proven wrong later.

Pu Lao said, "I have only one hobby in my life—singing. Are there any good singers among you? Come and sing me a song. If I'm satisfied, I'll let you pass."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhifeng immediately looked at Longquan.

After all, he is the Crown Prince. He must have been nurtured and educated in the palace since childhood. Even if he is not proficient in all the arts, he should be able to give a simple performance without any problem.

In other words, in Lin Zhifeng's view, Longquan should be the one among this group who has the best chance of meeting Pura's requirements.

But Longquan was in a bit of an awkward situation. Because he had a flaw: he was tone-deaf.

When he was a child, the princes took music lessons together, but he alone had no musical talent whatsoever. Not only did he sing off-key, but the pieces he could play through hard practice were also terrible.

His music teacher was also very frustrated about this—he clearly didn't play any notes wrong, but for some reason it just didn't sound good.

Helpless, Longquan turned his gaze to his subordinates.

The men panicked. They were just roughnecks who knew nothing about singing. The few times they occasionally sang a few lines were nothing more than heroic songs, the kind that sounded like ghosts howling and wolves howling. This Pu Lao was clearly an expert; singing those songs in front of him would probably get them killed on the spot.

Everyone waved their hands and shook their heads. Longquan knew that relying on them was futile.

Lin Zhifeng could only turn to Ding Mo again: "Uncle-Master, do you know how to sing?"

Ding Mo said calmly, "No."

Alright! Lin Zhifeng understands. He can't rely on any of these people.

Lin Zhifeng himself wasn't particularly musically inclined; his only connection to art was a few music lessons he took as a child. However, he could only sing a few children's songs like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," and while he wasn't completely off-key, it would be impossible for him to fool anyone in Bulao.

Everyone was at a loss, and Lin Zhifeng also began to brainstorm and desperately try to come up with an idea.

Ding Mo said, "How about we have a sword fight instead?"

Pu Lao laughed and said, "My second brother should have already fought with you all on your way here, right? Haven't you had enough? I've never liked fighting and killing. What? You can't find a single one of you who can sing?"

Lin Zhifeng was inwardly bitter! Meeting a pacifist should have been a happy thing. But the demands this one made were even less satisfying than those who had previously been clamoring for war!

The situation came to a standstill.

Lin Zhifeng suddenly had a flash of inspiration—in the holographic game he used to play, there was a dungeon about mermaids. The background music for that dungeon was a wordless tune sung by a female voice.

The piece of music was very simple, yet incredibly beautiful and melodious. Lin Zhifeng had run that dungeon so many times that he had memorized the melody.

Lin Zhifeng thought: Why don't I hum a little tune for Pulao? If that works, great; if not, I'll think of something else. If all else fails, I'll take out that dead whale from my storage bag and scare him. I don't believe I can't deal with this little toad.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhifeng first gave Pu Lao a heads-up: "Senior, we are just some rough men and really don't know anything about music. But since you asked, I'll make a fool of myself and give it a try. However, the song I'm humming is just a tune, without lyrics, so it can't be considered a complete song."

Pu Lao was quite easy to talk to. He said, "It's alright, hum it for me."

Lin Zhifeng cleared his throat and began to hum: "Ah...ah..." (Imagine the humming from Castle in the Sky here)

Lin Zhifeng's voice was naturally youthful, and he deliberately imitated the woman's humming in the game, so it sounded very melodious and pleasant to everyone's ears.

Although he had no professional training, he was exceptionally good at all five notes of the pentatonic scale. Not only was he a great imitator, but he also had a wonderful voice.

When the song ended, Longquan and the others were all dumbfounded.

Longquan couldn't help but whisper, "Wow, Brother Lin, I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve!"

Lin Zhifeng ignored him and fawned over Pu Lao, saying, "Senior, how do you think it goes? Can we pass?"

Purao remained silent.

Lin Zhifeng continued his efforts: "Senior, this is really the only song I know. If it's still not good, how about we discuss whether you can consider something else?"

Only then did Pulao turn his gaze to Lin Zhifeng and say, "You sang very well, and the melody was beautiful. I just wonder who composed it? What's the name?"

Lin Zhifeng thought to himself: How would I know? I'll search it on Baidu for you when I get back, and then I'll tell you.

But of course he couldn't just tell Pura that.

Lin Zhifeng smiled and said, "To be honest, senior, I don't know the name of this song either. I heard a mermaid I met by chance in the cultivation world humming it. Because the melody is simple and beautiful, I memorized it."

Upon hearing this, Pu Lao laughed and said, "So you are mermaids? No wonder! They are the most skilled singers, even I can't compare."

After saying that, Pulao addressed the crowd that was staring at him and said, "Consider it a pass!"

Everyone was overjoyed and thanked them repeatedly.

Although Pulao acknowledged their approval, he didn't let them leave immediately. Instead, he walked up to Lin Zhifeng, took his hand, and said, "I've also learned this song. Why don't you listen to how I sing it?"

"..."

Lin Zhifeng actually wanted to get to the fifth floor of the pagoda as soon as possible.

But at this moment, he could only put on a superb acting performance and say, "I have long heard that you are a good singer, and I never thought that we would have this opportunity to feast our ears. Please, senior! We will listen attentively."

Bulao sang with satisfaction.

Although the melody of this piece is simple, Pulao only heard Lin Zhifeng hum it once, yet he was able to memorize it completely. His reputation for being skilled in this area is truly well-deserved.

Pu Lao's voice was a rich baritone, and his humming style was completely different from Lin Zhifeng's. However, his voice was also very pleasant to listen to, and he also knew the techniques of vocalization and breathing, so it actually sounded better than Lin Zhifeng's humming.

After the song by Pulao was finished, Lin Zhifeng led the applause.

But Pu Lao still wouldn't let them go, and even invited Lin Zhifeng to sing a duet with him.

Lin Zhifeng said, "Senior, I'm not very good at singing, let alone harmonies, so I'm afraid I won't be able to coordinate with you!"

Pu Lao was in high spirits and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, just sing it like the first time, and I'll go along with you."

Lin Zhifeng had no choice but to clear his throat and start performing again.

Pu Lao was very cooperative and sang two parts with him. His high-pitched youthful voice and mellow baritone voice were simply heavenly sounds.

As the music ended, Pulao's love for Lin Zhifeng reached its peak.

He said, "Although you don't understand singing techniques, you are naturally gifted and have a clear voice. Would you like to come with me to heaven? I will guide you day and night. In time, you will surely become a master!"