A Divine Farmer

Chapter 258 - I Coming from Heaven!

Despite not knowing the exact distance, Chu Wenwen was certain that she couldn't have made it on foot in time.

“Hold on tight, I'm going to speed up. Let's have another go at street racing,” Zhang Xiaolong said with a smile.

Wenwen had vivid memories of their previous high-speed adventure. She had been in a rush to get to a performance and Xiaolong had come to her rescue, driving her to the venue at breakneck speed.

But she quickly realized that what she had previously thought of as a “flying car” paled in comparison to the real deal. This time, it was like comparing a snail to a cheetah.

Meanwhile, the concert venue was fraught with tension.

As the audience filled the seats, there was still no sign of Wenwen, and Xiaolong was out of reach, leaving Wan Tao fraught with worry.

“Director, what do we do? The audience is here, time's up, but Wenwen is nowhere to be seen. What's our next move?” a staff member asked, concern lacing their voice.

“Let's stall for a bit longer. Xiaolong promised he'd bring Wenwen back, and I trust he will. We have to believe in him,” Wan Tao reassured the staff member and himself.

He harbored doubts, though. Could Xiaolong really pull it off? With no leads and even the police potentially unable to find Wenwen swiftly, the situation seemed dire.

“We can't just keep stalling. The longer we wait, the harder it'll be to calm the crowd. Maybe we should just announce the cancellation now?” the staff member suggested nervously.

“You think canceling now will just make all this go away?” Wan Tao replied with a wry smile.

The local farmers might be understanding, content with the promise of a rescheduled show after a brief grumble.

But many in the audience had traveled from far and wide specifically for this concert. How could they possibly accept such a disappointment?

At that moment, Wan Tao's phone rang. He glanced at the number and hastily answered, “Xiaolong, what's the status?”

“Everything's great. Wenwen has been found. You can start the concert, Director Wan. We'll be there on time,” Zhang Xiaolong reported.

“Fantastic!” Wan Tao couldn't contain his excitement.

The thought of a failed concert weighed heavily on him; to claim indifference would be a lie.

But now, with a stroke of luck, his spirits soared.

“Director Wan, what are you saying? What's our next move?” The staff member was lost, focused only on the current predicament.

“Relax,” Wan Tao reassured with a knowing smile, “The concert is about to kick off. Lights, sound, everyone—get to it…”

“But Wenwen isn't here yet…” The staff member worried about the repercussions of starting without her.

“Just prepare as I told you. Haha, we won't have any issues this time!” Wan Tao was brimming with confidence.

He had been mesmerized by Zhang Xiaolong's lighting effects; they were unlike anything he'd ever seen.

He had been busy too, fine-tuning the lights himself. If he didn't have so much on his plate, he'd have jumped at the chance to run the light show himself—it was pure joy.

With the director so assured, the staff member went off to make the arrangements.

Soon, the previously restless crowd settled down as the sound system came to life, signaling the imminent start of the show.

One by one, simple beams of light pierced the darkness of the stage, each one illuminating a new world. Together, they wove a tapestry of light that enveloped the entire space.

Then, a mist began to rise, and a cascade of radiant light drew collective awe from the audience.

This effect was a far cry from the usual dry ice fog—it was an intricate dance of light and shadow that seemed even more tangible to the onlookers.

The mist appeared to morph at will, taking on any conceivable shape, transforming the venue into a veritable paradise.

Chu Wenwen had yet to make her entrance, yet one could easily imagine that if she were to gracefully emerge amidst the kaleidoscope of light, she would truly resemble a celestial fairy descending from the heavens. Such an entrancing vision would surely be etched into the memories of all who witnessed it.

However, she was nowhere to be seen. Despite the stunning interplay of light and shadow that initially captivated the audience, their anticipation quickly turned to impatience as Wenwen remained absent. The crowd had gathered to see her, not merely to be dazzled by a light show.

”Where is Chu Wenwen?”

“Chu Wenwen, we love you!”

“We want to see Chu Wenwen!”

Amidst the growing excitement, the mist began to whirl and rise, coalescing into a formidable Divine Dragon. The dragon shimmered and soared through the light, its scales transforming into a brilliant gold, creating a truly magnificent spectacle.

The Divine Dragon appeared to come to life, gracefully undulating through the air before suddenly swooping over the heads of the audience, eliciting gasps of surprise. As it passed overhead, it became clear that the creature was actually a beam of light. The scales looked tangible, yet the dragon was translucent, resembling a sculpture of golden crystal.

The bravest among the crowd reached out to touch it, only to find that the light passed right through their hands, intangible.

“What incredible realism!” the fans exclaimed, awestruck by the display.

Such an effect was unprecedented, a marvel not only domestically but on a global scale.

Following the golden dragon, a phoenix's call echoed through the venue. From the mists, a phoenix materialized, its wings unfurling in a burst of vibrant, resplendent colors.

As the dragon and phoenix danced together in the sky, the audience snapped out of their wonderment. Minutes had passed, and still, there was no sign of Chu Wenwen. What did this mean? Were they being toyed with?

No matter how mesmerizing the visuals, they could not overshadow the reason they were all there. Was the intent to outshine Chu Wenwen, or was there a reluctance to let her take the stage?

“Chu Wenwen! Chu Wenwen!”

The clamor rose once more, the chants for Wenwen growing louder and more insistent.

“Director, what should we do? If this continues, we won't be able to control the scene,” the staff member said anxiously.

Wan Tao was even more worried, but with Zhang Xiaolong and Chu Wenwen both absent, he felt helpless.

He was about to call Xiaolong when his phone rang once more.

After answering, he heard a single sentence and immediately issued an order.

The cries of the Divine Dragon and phoenix filled the air, and simultaneously, their shadows soared toward the sky.

The spectacle was breathtaking. Even as they called out for Wenwen, everyone couldn't resist looking up.

And then, to their astonishment, Wenwen truly appeared at the convergence of the dragon and the phoenix in the sky. As the Divine Dragon and phoenix twirled and danced, she gracefully descended from above.

“The stars fall, I Coming from Heaven, meeting you, I am willing to become a mere speck of dust…”