The more the Pig Emperor thought about it, the more excited and thrilled he became.

"San Pang, my boy, you’re just like this Emperor—a goddamn genius!" The Pig Emperor was not stingy with his praise.

Although the praise was vulgar, Jin Sanpang still scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed and shy.

"OH OH OH, LA LA LA, WHOO WHOO WHOO!"

The Pig Emperor began his journey of insane vocal exercises (read: noise), howling at the top of his lungs.

Fortunately, he didn’t activate his abilities while practicing. Otherwise, Mo Qi’s approaching group would have been in for a world of hurt.

"San Pang once heard his father say that a truly talented person should be a master of the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting," Jin Sanpang suddenly piped up, his words igniting the Pig Emperor’s new lease on life like a spark of inspiration.

The Pig Emperor abruptly fell silent.

"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting?" The Pig Emperor lifted a trotter, examining it closely.

"Forget the zither and chess. This Emperor’s hands can’t play them, and I don’t know chess. But calligraphy and painting... Heheh, for a genius like this Emperor, that’ll be a piece of cake!"

Jin Sanpang clapped with a silly grin and said, "Go, Brother Zhu! San Pang believes you’ll soon become a Song God and the most talented person! Oh, no, the most talented pig!"

"Hahaha, but of course," the Pig Emperor laughed heartily. "San Pang, you focus on your Cultivation. Stick with this Emperor from now on, and I guarantee you’ll live the high life—you’ll become as outstanding as Mo the kid!"

At this, Jin Sanpang waved his hands dismissively. "Brother Mo is the strongest. San Pang can’t compare to him. I just want to follow him and help lighten his burdens."

The Pig Emperor paused, then leaped onto Jin Sanpang’s head and chuckled. "Guess you do have a conscience, kid. It seems Mo the kid’s kindness wasn’t wasted on you."

An image surfaced in the Pig Emperor’s mind: Mo Qi giving his all to ring the Dragon Vein Imperial Bell, even at the cost of his own life.

The phrase "Once you call him Brother Mo, you call him Brother Mo for life" was something the Pig Emperor would never forget.

It seemed Mo Qi’s sacrifice had been worthwhile.

"Hahaha, this Emperor suddenly feels the urge to burst into song!"

With a great leap, the Pig Emperor landed in front of the nine green-robed men.

"I choose you!"

"Rejoice! Leap for joy! Feel the bliss and the honor! You will become the first audience for this Emperor’s career change to ’Song God’!"

The nine green-robed men: "..."

’They were on the verge of a complete breakdown.’

If they had even a sliver of strength left, they would have bolted, getting as far away from the Pig Emperor as possible.

Unfortunately, they didn’t even have the energy to open their mouths to refuse.

They could only look at Mo Qi with expressions of utter despair.

’Help!’

’Isn’t anyone going to control this pig?’

’He’s getting completely out of control!’

"Ahem. Given your... misconceptions about ’pigs,’ this Emperor will now compose lyrics and a melody on the spot. I will perform a song I call ’Lament of the Pig.’ You will all listen carefully and reflect on your mistakes."

"Don’t even think about zoning out. This Emperor will be asking for your reviews afterward!"

’Lament of the Pig? What the hell!’

’Reviews? What the hell!’

’We’ll be lucky to even be alive after this, what damn reviews could we give!’

Mo Qi’s group had intended to ask Jin Sanpang why he could ignore the Pig Emperor’s poetry, but after hearing he was about to sing, they all turned and left at top speed without a second glance.

’It’s the apocalypse!’

’The Pig Emperor is going to sing!’

Mo Qi didn’t know what to say anymore.

He never would have expected that the combination of Jin Sanpang and the Pig Emperor could create such a... suffocating spark.

Although the Pig Emperor hadn’t started yet, Mo Qi could already predict how it would end.

"O, Piiig~ your nose has two holes~ no treasure in the world can escape its hold~"

The Pig Emperor squinted his eyes and began to sing with deep emotion.

No one knew how he came up with the lyrics. And aside from him, no one could grasp the tune of his song.

It was a triple assault of lyrics, vocals, and melody!

He had barely opened his mouth and sung a single line when blood began to stream from the seven orifices of the nine green-robed men. Their Meridians contracted, their True Essence flowed in reverse, and their Dantians trembled.

They didn’t know what ascending to the heavens felt like, but they knew one thing: from this day forward, if anyone dared to mention the word "song" to them, they would fight them to the death!

However, this was only the beginning. The Pig Emperor’s performance was still ongoing.

"O, Piiig~ you have eyes black as ink, gaze on and on, you can’t see the brink~ that’s the link between wisdom and confidence, you see~"

"O, Piiig~ your ears are so grand, listening to all, you, me, him, across the land~"

"O, Piiig~ your tail is a curly-curl, with great skills and powers to unfurl~"

The nine green-robed men had lost the will to live, their minds filled with nothing but the bizarre beat of "PIG PIG PIG PIG PIG."

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Their hearts began to beat erratically, involuntarily following the rhythm. The frequency grew faster and faster, the amplitude larger and larger.

Eventually, one could even hear the crisp CRACKING of their sternums being forced apart by their pounding hearts. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

If this continued, there was only one outcome for their hearts: they would explode amidst the demonic, chaotic rhythm!

Just then, Jin Sanpang, who was standing to the side, suddenly began to clap.

"Wonderful! Brother Zhu, you sing so wonderfully!"

Praised like that by Jin Sanpang, the Pig Emperor’s tail instantly curled up to the heavens, and he conveniently stopped singing.

"Hahaha, San Pang, you’re the one who understands this Emperor best!"

Jin Sanpang chuckled foolishly. "It really was wonderful. San Pang liked it a lot."

With the Pig Emperor’s singing stopped, the nine green-robed men felt like they had just been saved from the brink of death.

Mo Qi and the others rushed over at once.

"San Pang, are you okay?" Mo Qi extended his senses to carefully inspect Jin Sanpang.

Jin Sanpang shook his head, looking confused. "San Pang is fine. There was no enemy attack."

After confirming Jin Sanpang was unharmed, Mo Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don’t mean an enemy attack. I mean, did the Pig Emperor’s poetry and singing not make you feel uncomfortable?" Mo Qi asked with a strange expression.

"No, San Pang thought it sounded great." Jin Sanpang didn’t understand why Mo Qi was asking this.

Mo Qi and the others, however, were completely dumbfounded.

’Great?!’

’If you said you could endure, resist, or even ignore the Pig Emperor’s singing, we could understand that.’

’But to say his poetry and singing sound *good*...’

’Did the nine guys lying on the ground agree?’

’Did Li Yuanhao, who was nearly driven insane, agree?’

"Hey, Mo the kid, what’s that supposed to mean?" the Pig Emperor grumbled from the side, displeased. "In your mind, is this Emperor’s image just someone who makes people uncomfortable?"

Mo Qi rolled his eyes and pointed at the nine green-robed men on the ground.

’Uncomfortable? Don’t you have any self-awareness?’

"Hmph!" The Pig Emperor turned his face away. "This Emperor doesn’t care. Someone has already acknowledged that this Emperor is the most talented pig, and someone appreciates this Emperor’s singing."

"This Emperor is destined to be the Song God of this Martial Arts World!"

"Mo the kid, you uncultured swine, don’t you say another word! Hmph!"

Mo Qi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright, alright, my great Song God, you’re the most talented one. So now, it’s time for our Song God to unleash his power!"

Mo Qi looked in the direction where the Spirit Pool was opening, a smirk playing on his lips.

’Trying to break through?’

’Did you ask my "Song God" for permission?’