Chapter 112 – 112: Mr. Yun

As the rising star of Yun-Han Opera Troupe, the celebrated Boss Yun was naturally not the first to appear on stage. However, Yun-Han Opera Troupe, being a prominent establishment dedicated to the preservation of traditional opera, ensured that even the opening performers received rapturous applause from opera enthusiasts.

Liyue opera boasts a long history. Over generations, the art has evolved significantly, and the current rendition differs greatly from its earliest form. Fortunately, today’s Liyue opera still retains the intricate vocal techniques and melodious twists characteristic of ancient times.

The seamless transition of generations ensures the continuity and vitality of Liyue opera, which is one reason for its enduring appeal.

For the Liyue audience, the experience is about enjoying the performance, while for foreign visitors, it’s largely about appreciating the music. Although most foreigners who visit Liyue can speak and read its language, Liyue’s culture is profoundly rich. Merely understanding the language doesn’t guarantee a grasp of its nuances; many aspects can only be truly appreciated by those born and raised there.

For instance, during the current performance of Cloud Sea and the Chilong, foreigners might recognize the Chilong as a mythical beast, but they wouldn’t comprehend its deep historical and cultural significance. What captivates them is the beauty of the music and the performer’s exceptional singing skills.

While the universality of music is debatable—considering even huskies can face canine sanctions over noise complaints—the emotions conveyed through music transcend barriers. Those with a keen musical sense might even connect seamlessly with the story unfolding on stage, bridging gaps and proving the unique charm of music.

As Cloud Sea and the Chilong concluded, Boss Yun finally took the stage. Compared to the other performers, she appeared notably younger, surprising many first-time attendees. Could someone so young truly carry the title of a lead performer?

As the saying goes, “When talent reveals itself, it stuns the world.”

Those who doubted Boss Yun’s abilities were quickly won over the moment she began. Her powerful gestures and fluid mastery of the “flower spear” technique were proof of her exceptional talent, unmatched by mediocrity.

Before long, the applause from the audience became a continuous wave.

“Boss Yun comes from a lineage of celebrated performers. Her parents carried forward her grandfather’s legacy, and everyone speculated who would inherit the mantle. Who could have guessed it would be this young Yun Jin?”

Even longtime fans of Mr Yun., her legendary grandfather, had to admit that Boss Yun’s singing skills had surpassed her mother’s and were now close to rivaling Mr Yun himself.

“Now then, can this Boss Yun be worthy of the title Mr Yun.?”

Seemingly intentional, Bai Luo casually asked while nibbling on a bunch of grapes.

“You insolent brat! If you don’t understand, don’t spout nonsense. The title of ‘Mr.’ cannot be bestowed upon a woman!”

The one who spoke was an elderly man from Mr Yun.’s era and one of the few who disapproved of Boss Yun.

Although her compositions were undeniably brilliant, he believed her lyrics and melodies diverged too much from Liyue’s traditional style. He accused her of sacrificing ancestral heritage in favor of innovation.

It was said that she was closely associated with a peculiar woman named Xinyan, who donned eccentric attire and indulged in a foreign genre called rock music—loud and unbearable, according to the old man.

In his eyes, poetry and rock music were mere frivolities compared to the sacred art of opera. Boss Yun’s constant mingling with such individuals was deemed disgraceful.

What irked him further were her recent compositions, which veered away from celebrating deities and immortals, instead weaving tales of mortal women and Chilong in love and strife. Such content, in his view, was utterly inappropriate.

For the longest time, he had wanted to rebuke her, but the opportunity never arose. Now, Bai Luo’s naive question provided the perfect chance.

The conversation between the two caused a momentary pause in the performance, with all eyes now fixed on them.

“Ah, elder, I must say, I can’t quite agree with that remark,” Bai Luo said with a habitual gentle smile as he set down the grapes in his hand. If not for his black trench coat and the white mask angled across his face, he might have passed for a refined and elegant young gentleman.

“And what profound insight might you have?” the old man asked after calming down, his tone softening slightly upon noticing Bai Luo’s insignia—an unmistakable symbol of the Fatui.

Unbeknownst to the elder, the bald Fatui member nearby, along with others who were aware of Bai Luo’s true identity, was already shivering with fear. They knew all too well how troublesome this man could be—and how dangerous it might become for the elder if he provoked him.

Neither the Fatui nor the Liyue authorities wished for this confrontation to escalate into bloodshed. Some Vision-wielders in the crowd had even discreetly prepared to intervene if necessary.

“In Liyue, we have Adepti: Cloud Retainer, Moon Carver, Mountain Shaper, Streetward Rambler, and Guardian Yaksha, among others. Incidentally,” Bai Luo said with precision, “Cloud Retainer, Streetward Rambler, and Guardian Yaksha are all women. By the elder’s reasoning, do these ladies not deserve the title of Adeptus?”

Bai Luo’s argument left the elder drenched in cold sweat, struggling for a response.

If he agreed, he would offend the Adepti—an unforgivable taboo in Liyue, where the Adepti were real, not merely myths. However, if he disagreed, his earlier dismissal of women’s abilities would no longer hold water.

“I say Boss Yun is worthy of being called Mr Yun. Does anyone agree or disagree?”

Bai Luo stood up, his tone brimming with confidence as he scanned the tea house. Everyone he looked at lowered their heads in silence, avoiding eye contact.

Challenging the Fatui wasn’t something most people dared to do. Even the elder, after being persuaded by those around him, sighed heavily and sat down.

He couldn’t out-argue Bai Luo, nor could he afford to offend him. To press the issue further would only brand him as an obstinate old fool. Yet, his dissatisfaction only deepened.

“I disagree!”

A clear voice rang out, shocking everyone. When they turned to see who it was, they found it was none other than Boss Yun herself.

“Thank you for your kind intentions, young master. Yun Jin expresses her gratitude,” she said, bowing gracefully to Bai Luo.

After bowing to Bai Luo, Boss Yun turned her gaze to the elder. “Elder, a person called ‘Mr.’ is someone of age and experience, whom everyone naturally respects. Am I correct?”

“Indeed,” the elder replied, his satisfaction growing as Yun Jin addressed him courteously. In this aspect, she was far more agreeable than a certain someone.

However, Yun Jin’s demeanor shifted subtly as she continued, “But being knowledgeable doesn’t necessarily require great age. Moreover, why should a woman be incapable of possessing profound insight? Elder, your forthrightness earns you the title of ‘Mr.’ So if a young woman can match your wit and wisdom, doesn’t she also deserve to be called ‘Mr.’?”

The elder, who had been stroking his goatee, froze mid-motion upon hearing her argument.

This was the second time tonight he had been challenged. Yet, unlike Bai Luo’s forceful and domineering approach, Yun Jin’s reasoning was measured and well-founded. If he continued to insist otherwise, it would make him appear stubborn and unreasonable.

The murmurs of the crowd grew louder.

“Mr Yun. has a point! Let’s hear another song!”

Bai Luo led the applause, and under his lead, the tea house erupted in enthusiastic clapping. More and more people began to call her “Mr Yun.,” finding the title surprisingly fitting.

By the end of the night, Yun-Han Opera Troupe no longer had a Boss Yun. Instead, it had gained a new Mr Yun.

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