A Star Who Can Do Everything Except Filming (16): 

Si Qi’s words left everyone dumbfounded.

Not only the audience who had just rushed in to catch the live broadcast, but also the fans who had listened to Si Qi’s “concert” the previous night and fallen into a sweet dream — all were completely bewildered.

“What… what is he even saying right now?”

“Even if music can make people feel comfortable, this is not the time to play, right? People are still dying out there nonstop! And he’s already starting to ‘celebrate’???”

“Such a baffling move.”

The adjutant stared at Si Qi, completely confused. He instinctively wanted to persuade him otherwise, but when he met Si Qi’s unwavering gaze and thought of the authority he had built up over time, the adjutant found he couldn’t say a single word in protest.

Common sense told him this was absurd, and if they really did it, he’d look like the dumbest fool alive — guaranteed to be ridiculed by everyone afterward.

But he still went to ask the stationed soldiers where the equipment for cultural performances was stored. Under their incredulous stares, he ran to the warehouse and brought back a violin.

Because he was worried about Chu Feng’s safety, the adjutant had been keeping a constant eye on the livestream. He had watched last night’s broadcast, knew Si Qi played the violin, and so deliberately chose it.

Si Qi took the violin, tested the sound, and after confirming it was in tune, placed it on his shoulder.

With one downward stroke of the bow, the sound infused with mental power spread outward instantly, radiating to every place where it could be heard.

In that instant, it was as if time magic had been cast. Everyone’s attention snapped to Si Qi, their voices freezing in their throats — the silence was like someone had pressed pause.

Si Qi glared at the doctors. Startled awake, they hurried to continue their work, but the rest of the people still couldn’t tear their attention away from him. The flowing notes from his violin carried a gentle, soothing emotion that caressed everyone’s spirit. Many soldiers, who hadn’t flinched even when pierced through, suddenly found themselves tearing up uncontrollably, sobbing into their hands.

The wounded soldiers waiting for treatment reacted like this, and those directly in front of Si Qi, under the full focus of his mental power, had no chance of hiding their emotions.

The gentle music was like a soft breeze slipping deep into their hearts, smoothing out the chaos in their minds. In a daze, they saw mottled shadows of trees swaying in the wind, children laughing as they ran along the streets, the bright sunshine and the endless blue sky.

They were sitting on a balcony in short sleeves, with their closest friends and their dearest loved one by their side. Clink — the sound of wine glasses touching. That tipsy, cloudlike comfort was wonderful.

Every corner of the air was filled with peace, their tense nerves relaxing, and smiles of ease appearing on their faces.

The resilient, flowing music gradually soothed their fear and restlessness, then gently drew them back from the dreamlike vision to reality.

When the piece ended, everyone felt like they had been jolted awake from a dream, sitting in stunned disbelief. The soldiers on the brink of collapse instinctively lowered their heads to check themselves, then looked around, confirming they were really in the barracks, not back in their most relaxing home…

Everyone’s gaze turned instinctively toward Si Qi, who was slowly lowering his instrument. The room was utterly silent.

But the viewers behind the screen were on the verge of losing their minds.

They had first seen the people in the room freeze motionless, entranced like statues. Then they saw the soldiers who had been crying in agony gradually calm, their expressions shifting from pain to peace, then to enjoyment — as though some miracle were unfolding!

Even those in poor mental states felt a wave of calmness wash over them after hearing the music. After a long while, someone finally typed in disbelief: “I feel so much better…”

“I’ve been depressed for years, but right now I feel better than ever. It’s like the colors of the world have brightened… This is incredible!”

The livestream audience was utterly stunned. They all knew this was tied to Si Qi’s performance, but their minds couldn’t make sense of it. How could simple music achieve what even the best psychiatrists could not?

The soldiers, once they snapped out of it, quickly stood up. Even if they didn’t understand, they still rushed to give Si Qi their sincerest thanks.

Then, without needing to say a word, they all grabbed their weapons and ran out of the infirmary — back to the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, the medical room was half empty. Some doctors couldn’t hold back their questions, wanting to know what had just happened.

Si Qi didn’t have time to explain. He brushed them off briefly and told the adjutant: “Find me an open place. I’ll play for the soldiers fighting outside.”

The adjutant’s face was priceless. He nodded quickly, calling for the soldiers to find a suitable spot, and then urgently instructed: “Bring the best sound system here! Blast the music across every corner of the battlefield!”

The soldiers hurried to comply.

Si Qi followed them up to the city wall, to a flat terrace-like space.

Standing near the edge, he looked down at the fierce battle below. Behind him, rows of speakers were set up. He raised his violin, lowered his gaze, and drew the bow.

A deep, resolute melody flowed out, spreading across half the defensive line in an instant.

On the battlefield, the soldiers’ focus was locked on the enemy. They could no longer hear the deafening clamor of battle. Si Qi’s music seeped into their minds unnoticed, merging into their spirit, attaching itself to every strike they made.

The viewers seemed to see soldiers standing tall atop the city walls under the cold night sky, faithfully watching the endless darkness. Their swords in hand, fearless of the chill, their hearts burned with fire, offering their lives as shields, their will as spears, dedicating themselves to their nation without regret.

That unshakable resolve pierced into every soldier’s heart, banishing fear and worry. Their spiritual power solidified like stone, no longer wavering under outside force.

Then Si Qi lifted his wrist. When the bow fell again, the music burst forth — passionate, powerful, stirring! A solemn, awe-inspiring force filled the land, igniting a blazing fire in every heart, making them want to roar and bellow!

Limitless strength surged through their veins, fury and valor boiling in their blood. They fought, they struggled — even death could not stop them!

The audience shook with excitement, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. They saw the soldiers, roaring, breaking through the beasts’ defenses, holding them outside the human settlement. Step by step, visibly pushing those bloodthirsty monsters back!

“Ahhh I can’t take this anymore!!”

“I can’t keep listening! I feel like when I drive right now it’s like I’m driving a tank, I can’t control myself!! I’m so pumped up!!!”

“Damn it, my fingers won’t stop shaking. This music is too strong. With the scene, I swear I’ll dream about this tonight…”

“Die, beasts! Not a single one of you can stand against us!”

It was unbelievable — yet it was real, happening right before their eyes.

The soldiers behind Si Qi were stunned beyond words. More than the viewers, they could see everything clearly: their comrades who had been struggling suddenly rising up, fighting back with music as the spark, holding the invaders at bay. That boiling blood and fierce roars, almost tangible, sent shivers across their skin, goosebumps rising all over!

Their eyes turned to the lone youth standing at the city’s edge, his bow like a sword, fighting on the front line. They branded this sight into their souls, knowing they would never forget it for the rest of their lives.

The battle raged for two full days, with Si Qi by every soldier’s side in another form, standing behind them all.

The doctors were the first to notice the change: casualties were less than a third of what they usually were! They weren’t so overworked that their brains went numb, nor did they dream of stitching wounds all night. On the contrary, lulled by Si Qi’s stirring music, they felt like they could roll up their sleeves and storm out to beat down the beasts themselves!

When they woke, their rest was unusually refreshing. Many soldiers collapsed to sleep as soon as they came off the battlefield, and after just three hours, they woke up feeling as if they’d had a full-body massage — light and comfortable beyond belief.

Reports from soldiers and doctors quickly reached Chu Feng and the border commander. They both linked everything to Si Qi without hesitation. The commander filed a report upward, praising Si Qi’s ability, firmly stating that Si Qi had indirectly saved countless lives.

The central government had already been monitoring the situation through the livestream and had even assembled an expert team to study it. Though the effect of the music (and the mental power within it) was weaker through a screen, it was clear that listeners showed emotional uplift, stronger willpower, and calmer minds.

Si Qi’s music was extraordinary — the expert team compiled a detailed, data-backed report and handed it in. The central authorities, recognizing the significance, ordered that Si Qi’s safety be prioritized at the highest level, designating him a nationally protected figure.

To put it bluntly, at this moment Chu Feng’s life was not as valuable as Si Qi’s.

Because Si Qi might just be the key to opening a whole new system of spiritual healing — the lifeline for soldiers collapsing under mental strain, a sharp spear and a sturdy shield, with power beyond measure.

Humanity had fought beasts for thousands of years, but never before had someone like Si Qi appeared. The world’s leaders all turned their attention to him, quietly observing his every move through the livestream, eager to see what astonishing miracle he would perform next.

And the result was indeed staggering, leaving them shaken and unable to calm for a long time.

Two days later, the frenzied battle finally came to an end.

What they thought would last at least a week concluded swiftly and perfectly in a way no one had expected.

Though Si Qi had never truly stepped onto the battlefield, he had been busier than any soldier. Playing music and infusing it with spiritual power was no easier than wielding a blade infused with it to slay beasts. And since his music had to cover tens of thousands of soldiers, the strain was nothing short of immense.

 Other soldiers could still rest, and if they were badly wounded, they could retreat. But Si Qi hadn’t moved his feet for two full days — he kept playing, matching the soldiers’ battles below.

Many viewers witnessed this with their own eyes, feelings tangled and complex. Even the most argumentative types couldn’t find fault to pick at this time.

Everyone saw what Si Qi had done: his ability, his dedication, his courage, the lives he had saved — none of it could be measured by money, power, or fame.

Two days later, Si Qi finally lowered his sore, exhausted arms. Even the slightest movement hurt terribly.

Doctors hurried forward, carefully undoing his collar and applying ointment to his arms.

Seeing how swollen they were, the doctors’ eyes turned red, tears uncontrollably streaming down.

“Thank you, thank you so much…”

They whispered as they helped Si Qi back indoors. Soon after, representatives sent by the central authorities arrived, speaking quietly with him.

Si Qi answered calmly and steadily. At that moment, he seemed just like when he had once helped Chu Feng host the visiting ladies — polite, reliable, composed. Many officials who had prepared carefully, rehearsing strategies to deal with an aloof star, now found all their preparation useless, with a faint sense of regret.

Thanks to advanced medical technology, Si Qi’s arm recovered quickly. He then recorded twelve different pieces, each with unique effects, in front of several recording devices. The music would continue providing “battlefield support” in his place, while officials and soldiers carefully escorted him into a vehicle bound for the central capital.

The livestream ended. The public, staring at the darkened screen, felt no panic anymore.

What they felt instead was swelling anticipation.

“So those pieces Si Qi played really do work, right?!”

“The central government sent people to protect him directly — of course it’s effective!”

“Hahaha, I knew our 77 was amazing!!”

“General Chu marrying 77 was so farsighted!! Let’s see who dares say again that our 77 doesn’t deserve him!!”

“Hehehe, I can’t stop smiling right now!”

“My brother is a soldier. He was discharged because of a mental collapse, and years of treatment hadn’t helped. Two days ago, I heard about this and played him a recording of Si Qi’s music from the livestream — the one where he treated the soldiers. My brother listened for two days, said he felt much better, and just now the doctor told us he’s nearly recovered?! We were both overwhelmed with joy. Even the doctor was stunned, and now they’re studying that music nonstop… Si Qi saved the person most important to me. I’m so grateful!”

“Since Si Qi’s been sent to the central capital, the investigation results should come soon, right? I’m so nervous, I hope it’s good news!”

“The results are already great, aren’t they? I believe Si Qi’s ability is real. Those two days of livestreaming couldn’t have been faked.”

“And we really have to thank the livestream! Without it, how would we have heard so many songs — the lullabies, the soothing ones, the battle anthems? Luckily the livestream sphere recorded everything!!”

Indeed, the livestream sphere had captured it all.

But the viewers weren’t only ordinary people wishing safety for Si Qi and Chu Feng, hoping Si Qi’s powers were genuine. They also included those hoping Chu Feng would die in battle, and that Si Qi would turn out to be worthless trash — the so-called “Heroine of the World” and the protagonist, Fang Huai.

For them, the nationwide celebration of the last two days was like the cruelest punishment imaginable.

When the Heroine of the World saw Chu Feng collapse and be carried off the battlefield, she leapt up in excitement, shouting, “See, I told you he would die here!”

But her joy didn’t last. Within three minutes, Si Qi calmed the nation’s strongest general with his violin, pulling Chu Feng back from death and completely shutting Fang Huai out of his only chance to rise.

Fang Huai collapsed onto the sofa in shock, still clutching the contact list his father and the heroine had gathered for him. He had been waiting to rally those people once Chu Feng died. But now… Chu Feng was alive. None of them would look at him.

Then came the image of Si Qi in the infirmary, saving dozens of mentally collapsed soldiers with just a violin — another crushing blow.

The heroine raved, “Impossible! How can this be?! Si Qi’s just a pretty face, a useless waste! Impossible!” But Fang Huai never actually believed Si Qi was worthless. The fact that Si Qi, an orphan with no background, had become a top star in just a few years, offending countless people with his blunt words yet holding his position unshaken — that proved his strength.

Fang Huai had abandoned Si Qi for Zheng Shi purely because Zheng Shi’s family background was better. He never thought Si Qi was weak.

Now he sat slumped on the sofa, clutching his head, crushed by regret and despair that filled every corner of his soul.

He knew exactly what Si Qi’s actions meant: Si Qi would become a hero to the soldiers, more precious and respected than warriors themselves.

He had pioneered the field of spiritual power therapy. Even in the far future, when people underwent treatment, they would remember Si Qi’s name, grateful for his legacy.

Si Qi would be an honored guest in any nation. Any country that valued its soldiers would not miss the chance to have him.

His future status was beyond question. And Fang Huai, once Si Qi’s beloved, once the closest family he had — he could have shared that protection, risen with him, become untouchable.

Marshal, duke — even kings would treat Si Qi with utmost courtesy, never daring disrespect. His influence had already surpassed borders, reaching across the world.

The regret and torment suffocated Fang Huai. As someone obsessed with power and used to trampling the weak, he realized he had tossed away Si Qi’s love like trash, treating a watermelon like a sesame seed. His heart ached with stabbing pain, and he wanted to slap himself a dozen times, cursing his own stupidity.

It was worse than losing a lottery worth millions. Worse still, he hadn’t only lost Si Qi, but had also offended him. And because of Si Qi, he had missed his only chance to inherit Chu Feng’s “legacy.” All these reasons piled together until his eyes burned red with hatred.

And all of it, every bit, was because of Zheng Shi. If not for Zheng Shi’s seduction, if not for her hostility toward Si Qi, none of this would have happened. He would still be Si Qi’s boyfriend, still the most important person in his life!

Chu Feng would have left because of their relationship, dying on the battlefield. Someday, Si Qi’s healing powers would have been discovered, making him the world’s treasure. Fang Huai would have inherited Chu Feng’s assets and possessed the most precious person alive.

All of Chu Feng’s things should have been his. But now, he had nothing.

Memories of Si Qi flooded his mind — his pride, his cuteness, his tenderness, the way his eyes glowed with focus and affection when he looked at Fang Huai. Fang Huai’s heart twisted in agony, and he wept bitterly.

Zheng Shi noticed his reaction and quickly pieced things together. Unable to bear it, she snapped completely, lunging to choke him: “You’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?! You regret it, don’t you?! You opportunistic ingrate, you wolf-hearted bastard, you never had any real feelings!!”

Fang Huai, having lost so much, was in no state to endure provocation. And here came Zheng Shi, the culprit behind it all, daring to attack him. Fury surged up; he slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the floor: “Bitch!!!”

Zheng Shi, hot-tempered, couldn’t take such humiliation. With a burning red handprint on her cheek, she grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed him.

Xiu Xiu, watching from afar, clicked her tongue at the brutal fight.

They were more vicious than the soldiers had been against the beasts.

As Zheng Shi slashed, cutting off Fang Huai’s manhood, Xiu Xiu shuddered in shock, her body trembling with aftershocks. “Truly the Heroine of the World. Even with her world-power fallen so low, she’s not someone others can trifle with…”

Fang Huai, gravely injured, collapsed on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The heroine showed no mercy, straddling him, slapping his face over and over, venting her fury a hundredfold. She muttered nonsense as she struck — “author,” “the story’s all wrong,” “it’s all fake” — the ramblings of a madwoman.

When she finally tired, covered in blood, she left without looking back.

A passerby noticed the open door, tried to close it, and heard Fang Huai’s faint cries for help inside. Startled, they called the police.

The ambulance arrived quickly, carrying the battered Fang Huai to the hospital.

There, someone who had followed Si Qi’s livestream from start to finish recognized Fang Huai from the annoying couple that had appeared onscreen.

Curious people, seeing him wheeled in covered in injuries, secretly asked around among doctors and nurses.

With Si Qi still the hottest topic, Fang Huai’s case rode the wave into public attention: word spread that he had fought with his fiancée, been beaten bloody by a mere girl, and even had his manhood cut off, now undergoing reattachment surgery.

Some found the story too ridiculous and laughed shamelessly. Others, not knowing the full details, felt pity for him, blaming the duke’s daughter for being a violent abuser who had harmed her fiancé.

But then, someone dug up the truth: Fang Huai’s father was Fang Bozhong, and Fang Huai was his illegitimate son, a stain on the Chu family’s name.

He was also the one Zheng Shi had sworn would “definitely become a general in the future” — Chu General’s younger brother.

The one who had tried to seize the Chu family inheritance.