Everyone Said the Song Was Terrible… Until It Healed Them

A song that sounded strange and incomprehensible—something most people didn’t
even think sounded good—quietly, steadily climbed the rankings.

More and more of the top-ranked contestants were being pushed down.

Those who got pushed down naturally wanted to see how good the song that had
overtaken them actually was.

But when they clicked on the audition video, the first thing they saw was a
screen full of comments like—

“It’s really not good! But somehow I’ve listened to it over a dozen times…”

Not good, yet they’d listened to it over a dozen times?

It had to be a bot!

With that suspicion, they clicked on the video.

The first thing that caught their eye was an ancient-robed, long-haired youth so
beautiful it was impossible to look away.

They thought: It must be the result of a maxed-out appearance score!

The contestants quickly clicked on the profile of this contestant named ‘Mo’ and
found that he hadn’t hidden his data.

In the appearance data column: 0%.

That meant he hadn’t adjusted his appearance score at all!

Whether you increased or decreased your appearance, it would show a percentage,
but most people would hide this option.

He hadn’t! And it was 0!

That meant his current appearance was his real appearance!

Well, well. Someone this good-looking probably sang pretty well too, right?

Then the other person’s ‘singing’ started, and the netizens were stunned.

What the hell was that?!

It sounded terrible!

Then they kept listening for a little while.

It… it was actually kind of okay…

After one listen.

It was just a little bit unpleasant.

After two listens.

It felt very comfortable to listen to.

After ten listens.

It felt like their soul had been elevated.

Netizens: “???”

This song was really amazing.

Not only that, but some netizens even discovered that when their consciousness
sea was very unstable, listening to this song made the whole world seem to quiet
down.

Then they just kept listening and listening.

After listening to it five times, their consciousness sea would become stable.

That meant this song had the effect of soothing the consciousness sea!

Did that mean this ‘Mo’ was also a mermaid?

But when mermaids sang on the interstellar network, their soothing special
ability didn’t work. The special ability required close proximity to take
effect.

Normally, listening to songs just made people feel calm and relaxed, and didn’t
have any soothing effect at all.

Why did this ‘Mo’s’ song have such an effect?

Nevertheless, more and more people were starting to suspect that ‘Mo’ was a
mermaid.

First, he was too good-looking. Second, like mermaids, mermaids sang in the
mermaid language, and he also sang in an incomprehensible language.

Since neither could be understood, maybe it was also the mermaid language?

Mo Bai didn’t find out until the next day that The Great Compassion Mantra had
become popular.

He had his father, Mo Xiangtian, to thank for that.

Mo Xiangtian was currently on the trading planet and had called Mrs. Mo on an
interstellar phone call.

Mo Xiangtian said very excitedly, “Honey, honey! I’ve met the person who saved
me that night!”

Mrs. Mo was surprised. “You met him?”

Mo Xiangtian immediately sent her the audition video. “It’s him! I recognized
him! I recognized him the moment I saw him! And listen to the song he sings—it
even has a soothing effect. This person is amazing! Even more amazing than a
mermaid!”

Mrs. Mo immediately played the video.

Mo Bai was playing on the slide.

Just as the Sanskrit version of The Great Compassion Mantra began to play, he
slid down into the ball pit and was buried by the ocean balls.

He crawled out of the pile of ocean balls, a sea monster plushie still perched
on his head, and looked at Mrs. Mo in disbelief.

Mo Bai: “???”

Why was Mom listening to my Great Compassion Mantra?

After listening, Mrs. Mo also felt much calmer, but she couldn’t help saying,
“This person… really does look a bit like Baibai.”

“I told you that at the time! He really does look like our baby! When our baby
grows up, he might be just as good-looking as him!” Mo Xiangtian’s loud voice
boomed through the entire villa.

Mo Bai understood.

His guess had been confirmed.

When he realized that mental energy violence was similar to going mad from
martial arts training, he had formed this hypothesis.

Since you needed to prevent going mad from the training, could you make them
learn something like a ‘Mind Purification Mantra’ or ‘Heart Stillness Formula’?

Clear the mind, settle the spirit, eliminate restlessness and stop harmful
thoughts—then what was there to fear from going mad?

Therefore, The Great Compassion Mantra was just an experiment.

And clearly, the experimental results seemed pretty good.

This kind of sutra was fundamentally different from a mermaid’s soothing special
ability.

The Great Compassion Mantra had never had any special ability to begin with.

But throughout history, how many people had it freed from suffering, how many
people’s minds had it purified? That itself was its special quality.

Mo Bai didn’t know how to sing. He only knew how to chant sutras.

Because almost every temple or Taoist monastery had a wishing well at its
entrance.

Having heard them so often, he basically knew both Buddhist and Taoist
scriptures.

Mrs. Mo was focusing on a different detail. “He calls himself ‘Mo.’ Could he be
related to our Mo family?”

If this had been before, Mo Xiangtian would have directly said: definitely not
related. The Mo family only has him left!

But now he wasn’t so sure.

Ever since he inherited a planet, he was starting to suspect there might be
other stray Mo family children out there.

Mrs. Mo added, “And he looks so much like Baibai…”

The more Mrs. Mo looked, the more she felt this child might be related to the Mo
family.

Mo Bai continued playing on the slide as if nothing had happened.

If he told them that person was him, no one would believe it anyway.

After all, his current body was only six years old.

Mo Xiangtian furrowed his brow. “How about this? I’ll try sending him a private
message to ask, and also thank him for saving me before. If possible, I’d like
to thank him in person, and then I can ask him clearly.”

Mrs. Mo said, “Okay.”

Shortly after the call ended, Mo Bai logged into the interstellar network and
waited to check Mo Xiangtian’s private message.

But when he entered his inbox, tens of thousands of private messages nearly
froze his system.

Most of them were asking if he was a mermaid.

He even saw a private message from the Mermaid Association, also suspecting if
he was a mermaid, and an unregistered one at that.

Mo Bai blocked all messages, leaving only Mo Xiangtian’s.

Mo Xiangtian started by introducing himself, then thanked him for saving him
earlier, said he hadn’t yet thanked him in person, mentioned that he looked a
lot like his son, and went on with a long string of words.

Mo Bai found it amusing and replied lightly with three words: [You’re welcome.]

Mo Xiangtian was very excited: [I’m still on the trading planet now. After I
return, could I invite you to our home? My wife cooks very well! My son is also
very cute. They thank you very much too!]

Mo Bai refused: [Sorry, I’m afraid not.]

Mo Xiangtian was indeed a bit disappointed, but he didn’t press further, afraid
of making his savior uncomfortable. He just asked if he could add his contact
number.

Mo Bai’s smart brain did have a contact number, but the number with Mo Xiangtian
was a family number.

He thought for a moment, then registered a StarBlog dynamic number—a social
software that integrated messaging, microblogging, and QQ, the most widely used
social software on the interstellar network.

He sent the registered StarBlog dynamic number to Mo Xiangtian.

Mo Xiangtian, satisfied, prepared to log off, but reminded him: [If you have
time, you must come visit our home. My son is really super cute! I’m sure you’ll
like him too!]

Mo Bai: “…”

Alright, alright.

I already know I’m cute.

I’m afraid that even if I come, you won’t be able to see me.

It seemed that only Wen Zhaoyan had ever seen his spiritual form.

Mo Bai sighed. Once his divine power recovered a bit, he could go visit Mo Daddy
in his dreams.

That was the only way to meet.

If his spirit left his body, probably only Wen Zhaoyan would be able to see him.

Meanwhile.

At the neighboring estate, Wen Zhaoyan was listening to his subordinates report
on the Third Prince’s movements.

The Third Prince hadn’t left the sanatorium planet.

And because little Mo Bai had made him suffer such a silent setback last time,
he held a grudge and wanted revenge.

But now that the Mo family had become the new Empire’s richest family, he didn’t
dare act too openly. He’d been secretly plotting something.

Wen Zhaoyan, worried that he might actually do something to the little brat, had
been monitoring his movements.

Just then, Kai’s call came in.

Along with the call came a video Kai had sent.

Kai said, “Your Highness, listen to this person sing! It’s said that even
through a screen, his song has a soothing effect!”

Wen Zhaoyan wasn’t very interested. “It probably won’t work on me.”

“But Your Highness, you are very important to us. The old Marshal said, as long
as there’s even a one in ten thousand chance of treating you, we can’t miss it.
Won’t you at least try?”

If it really worked, they would definitely find a way to find this ‘Mo’!

Wen Zhaoyan, with little interest, clicked on the video. The next moment, he
froze.

The familiar ancient-robed youth, as before, as beautiful as an elf that didn’t
exist in the mortal world.

His long hair like a black waterfall, his bright and handsome eyes and brows,
impossible to look away from.

“It’s him,” Wen Zhaoyan said, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Kai was shocked. “You know him?!”

Wen Zhaoyan grunted in acknowledgment. “He’s the one who saved Mo Xiangtian.”

Kai was genuinely astonished now. “He’s the mysterious expert from that night?!
He calls himself ‘Mo.’ Could he be someone from the Mo family?”

Suddenly, something occurred to Kai, and his eyes widened.

Wen Zhaoyan seemed to know he was about to say “illegitimate child”—after all,
the youth did look a lot like that little brat Mo Bai.

But Wen Zhaoyan didn’t want to hear the term ‘illegitimate child,’ so he said
directly, “He’s Mrs. Mo’s missing younger brother. Mo Bai’s uncle.”

Kai was even more shocked. “He’s that little brat Mo Bai’s uncle! Nephews
resemble their uncles, no wonder they look so alike!”