Top-Tier Superpower Student

Just as Lin Tian was wavering and was about to move back, who would have thought, Zhang Ximeng would announce that the next performance was by Little Feiyan.

The reason he had come today was to witness Palm Dance in person, if he missed out today, it would be difficult to have another chance.

Damn it, I'm staying right here, I must see Little Feiyan's Palm Dance today no matter what.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but that certainly didn't mean he was afraid of it!

Clenching his teeth, he resolutely sat back down, and Wang Yuan's thousands of pleas were to no avail.

Having no choice, Wang Yuan could only sit with Lin Tian, but his eyes were far from glued to the dance. Instead, they constantly swept around, checking for any signs of trouble.

Soon, several burly men carried out a grand piano that was three times the size of a normal one, each piano key as large as a woman's foot.

Afterward, another dozen burly men came up. They stood in a line and stretched out their hands, hovering three centimeters above the piano keys, with the backs of their hands facing down and palms facing upward.

As a gentle melody began to play, Little Feiyan appeared amidst the crowd's anticipation.

She floated over from backstage like a Spirit Disc, in a white dress, lively and lovely, radiating a natural and understated beauty.

"Excellent."

"Great, great...!"

The audience unanimously expressed their admiration, clapping their hands and cheering for Little Feiyan.

Walking to the very center of the stage in front, Little Feiyan tiptoed lightly, her long sleeves covering her face.

Gradually, she lowered her sleeves, and when her true face was revealed, Tiantian said:

"Hello everyone, my name is Little Feiyan, now I will dance for you 'Palm Dance'!"

"Excellent."

"Dance, dance!"

The people in the room shouted, with some wealthy individuals throwing stacks of red banknotes onto the stage, some even throwing gold bars, and others tossing gold cards.

These were tips, the bank cards' balances unknown but surely not less than six figures. Just the cash and gold thrown onto the stage must have been no less than two hundred thousand.

Just a few words, an introduction to the performance, and all that money. Compared to Meng Ke'er, Zhang Ximeng, and Little Feiyan, others were simply no match.

As soon as Little Feiyan made her entrance, she dazzled everyone. The first impression she gave was 'ethereal.'

She had floated over from the back, without any wire support, as if she were a fairy descending to the mortal world.

The distance between the center stage and the backstage was over twenty meters, something impossible for an ordinary person to do. Lin Tian could distinctly feel a flow of True Yuan around Little Feiyan. If he wasn't mistaken, she could fly, or at least, hover for a short distance, for a brief period.

Just like Lin Tian's Flight Technique.

The second impression she gave was 'slender.'

She wasn't tall, around 1.63 meters, possibly a bit shorter, and her weight was probably less than ninety pounds—really thin as a rake.

The third impression she gave was 'beauty.'

Not a seductive beauty, but pure and likable. Coupled with her white dress, she was indeed stunning.

Having finished speaking, Little Feiyan, in her billowing white dress, gently turned around.

She lifted her left foot while lightly tapping the ground with her right, rising smoothly from the ground to land precisely in the palm of one of the burly men.

The burly man's palm remained motionless, not because of his great strength or firm will, but because Little Feiyan used her True Yuan to anchor her body. To outsiders, it seemed that the burly man's palm was holding Little Feiyan, but in fact, Little Feiyan used her True Yuan to hold her own body.

Lin Tian was a Spiritual Warrior, so he could tell, but most of the audience were ordinary people, and they couldn't see it.

"Bravo."

"So beautiful."

Several burly men, followed by a few gold bars tossed onto the stage.

As the lilting music began, Little Feiyan stood on one leg, as a golden rooster stands on one foot, twisted her body, and spun 360 degrees in place, starting her performance of the "Palm Dance" with agile dance moves.

As Little Feiyan landed, she twisted her body and jumped nimbly, each touch of her toes on the palms of the burly men beneath caused their palms to fall, striking the piano keys and playing a piano tune.

Wonderful, truly wonderful.

Even with the aid of True Yuan, dancing on palms was by no means easy, and to also coordinate with the music to play a piano piece, no wonder Little Feiyan was so popular. Her control over dance and the piano probably wasn't inferior to Yang Liping or Lang Lang!

The dance fluttered wildly as if performed by a fair maiden resplendent in beauty.

The pressing of piano keys, as entrancing as the Immortal Melody.

"So beautiful, so beautiful!"

Lin Tian exclaimed time and again, such a dance he had never seen before in his life; he had become utterly enthralled.

After five minutes, the dance neared its conclusion, and by that moment, everyone was engrossed, completely captivated by the breathtaking dance.

Even Wang Yuan forgot about his act and gaped, tugging at Lin Tian's sleeve to remind him, "Big brother, look quickly, open your eyes wide, the final moment of the dance is the most spectacular. When the Heavenly Maiden Scatters Flowers, a skyful of petals will appear, enveloping Little Feiyan, as she dances among them, and then mysteriously disappears."

Hearing Wang Yuan's description, Lin Tian intentionally widened his eyes, determined to imprint the final scene firmly in his mind.

The rest of the audience did the same, their eyes wide open as they savored the final moment.

Then, two petals descended, and Little Feiyan began to dance with grace, twisting her waist, ready to showcase her most stunning scene.

But at that moment, an exceedingly discordant voice came through, shattering the people's enjoyment of beauty.

"Damn it, stop right there, after a bit, perform again for me."

The voice revealed arrogance, self-importance, pride, and malevolence!

Those who would speak like this at such an occasion were either fools or truly powerful individuals, or perhaps, they were the dogs of the strong, coming here to strut and swagger on the strength of their masters.

At that moment, Little Feiyan was fully immersed in her dance, and the sudden interruption made her tremble, causing a fright; she nearly fell from the palm.

Just as irritated were the wealthy audience members watching the dance. They were local tycoons who normally looked at others through half-closed eyes; who would dare interrupt their pleasure.

Everyone's eyes had been wide open, waiting for the final scene of the dance, only to have it interrupted.

This was akin to what? Imagine a forty or fifty-year-old virgin who had saved for years to buy an exquisitely beautiful woman to end his virginity. Bringing her to bed, he discovers that the peerless beauty is actually a human fiend.

"Who is it, damn it, who dares to shout here, do you have a death wish?"

"Come out, let me, Wang Lao Wu, see if I won't break your legs."

"Damn it, ******."

..., ....

The crowd cursed vehemently, even Lin Tian clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the entrance; he too wanted to see who was so bold.