One-Click Upgrade: Super Decomposition System

Chapter 369 - With the Sound of the Zither He Calmed Himself down

The night passed without incident.

Come morning, Jiang Hao rose early, freshened up, and donned a new set of clothes. He retrieved Feng Nichang's phoenix cry zither and settled cross-legged in the living room. With a gentle touch, his hands caressed the instrument, his fingers dancing to the tune of his heart's desire.

The zither's melody wafted on the breeze, a portrait of tranquility and harmony.

Many still nestled in the arms of sleep were lulled deeper into their dreams, their breaths syncing with the music, enhancing the sweetness of their slumber.

Those early risers found themselves equally enveloped in the zither's embrace, as if transported across realms to a serene and idyllic haven.

Time, ever so stealthy in its passage, soon brought the piece to a pause.

Yet, the listeners remained spellbound, basking in the afterglow of the exquisite strains.

Eventually, they stirred from their reverie, sensing a shift in the day. The air felt fresher, their moods lifted, and a newfound vigor coursed through them.

One person's account might be dismissed, but a shared experience among many could not be ignored.

It was then they recalled the soothing ancient zither notes.

“Such a miraculous sound!”

“May tomorrow bring another chance to listen!”

“Whose masterful creation could this be? Such a delightful composition, yet unheard of until now!”

……

Unbeknownst to Jiang Hao, his impromptu performance had touched many.

A mere whim to validate his zither skills, coupled with a desire to purify his soul with music at dawn, had achieved its purpose.

Now, he set out to procure pens, ink, and paper for calligraphy and painting practice.

With the day still young and many bookshops closed, Jiang Hao searched until a modest store provided what he needed.

Purchasing more than intended, he left under the curious gaze of the shopkeeper.

Back home, Jiang Hao eagerly anticipated testing his blend of Confucian and Taoist talents.

With brush and ink at the ready, he spread out a sheet of rice paper.

Brush in hand, he channeled a thread of his scholarly and philosophical essence into the bristles.

“Crack!”

Jiang Hao never expected the brush to just explode like that!

Fortunately, he dodged just in time, but ink splattered everywhere!

The pristine sheet of paper was ruined.

Yet, observing the mess, Jiang Hao had a hunch about the cause.

He frowned, examining the pen in his hand, and murmured to himself.

“So, it seems ordinary brushes can't handle the infusion of talent, huh?”

He looked at the scattered ink droplets and let out a wry smile.

“Better clean this up before tackling the problem.”

Worried about his mother's scolding, Jiang Hao quickly set about erasing the evidence.

Later, sitting on the couch, Jiang Hao faced a conundrum.

“If ordinary brushes can't handle the talent infusion, that's quite the predicament.”

Glancing at the several plain brushes on the table, an idea struck him.

“If a few stones can transform qualitatively after system synthesis, why not a brush?”

With that thought, Jiang Hao eagerly picked up three unused ordinary brushes and mentally connected with the system.

“System, synthesize!”

“At your service, host!”

“Ding… Congratulations on the successful synthesis. You've obtained a Grade 1 Purple Bamboo Wolf Hair Brush, 2.1 skill points, and 1 experience point!”

Grade 1 Purple Bamboo Wolf Hair Brush: Crafted with a segment of Purple Spirit Bamboo for the handle and the tip made of Grade 1 Spirit Wolf Hair.

“Synthesis complete. Would you like to extract it?”

Upon hearing the system's prompt, Jiang Hao was overjoyed.

“Extract!”

At Jiang Hao's command, a unique brush materialized in his hand!

He then preemptively tried to channel his talent into the new brush.