Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Debut

After a light laugh, the place returned to silence.

After Zuo Qiuyu stepped down from the stage, she did not go back to the villa directly. She looked at Chao Tower again and finally stood beside Gou Qiu.

Hu Yanyan was also here. She raised her eyes to glance at Zuo Qiuyu, then returned to the villa without saying a word. Her back looked like someone who had lost her parents, and she seemed to have lost all her energy.

Zuo Qiuyu's appearance on stage today made her realize the gap between them, and her dream of becoming the most beautiful courtesan was shattered today.

As the second most popular courtesan, Hu Yanyan naturally received a lot of tips when she went on stage. Today's banquet attracted many powerful people, and there were quite a few generous people. When she stepped down, she received 500,000 spirit stones as tips, which was almost the same as what Zuo Qiuyu earned last month.

In addition, what she has gained this month may surpass Zuo Qiuyu's achievement from last month.

She entered Chunming Pavilion after Zuoqiu Yu, and this was the first time in several years that she had a chance to become the top courtesan.

But, eight hundred thousand!

Zuo Qiuyu earned 800,000 in just one show!

But apart from this, Hu Yanyan couldn't stay here any longer, as Sang Ling's fate was almost certain.

During this period of time together, although Sang Ling did not know the importance of the matter and took risks, he was a good person, a good person that Chunming Pavilion should not have.

She couldn't bear to see a good man fall.

Gou Qiu sighed as she watched Hu Yanyan leaving, but Zuo Qiuyu beside her seemed not to have seen Hu Yanyan at all.

Even though she was the second most beautiful courtesan, even though she had extraordinary abilities.

Zuo Qiuyu has the ability to look down on everyone.

Hu Yanyan felt that she had suffered a great blow today, but Gou Qiu did not have the energy to comfort her. The biggest problem now was.

What should Sang Ling do?

Zuo Qiuyu noticed her anxiety, glanced at her, and smiled, "Mom, why don't you worry?"

Gou Qiu turned her head, somewhat surprised that Zuo Qiuyu would say this. She looked forward to it and asked, "Do you have any solution?"

Gou Qiu felt guilty about the current situation. If it weren't for the frequent mistakes made by these ordinary people, she would be afraid of the Demon Lord and would have let Zuo Qiuyu take the stage. Sang Ling would not have had such a deadly start.

There is a contrast with Zuo Qiu’s words in the beginning and an inappropriate time in the end.

So Gou Qiu had some expectations for Zuo Qiuyu, hoping that she could come up with some solutions.

Zuo Qiuyu looked at Gou Qiu's expression and narrowed her eyes: "Just give up. He is just an ordinary courtier. There is no need for mother to worry about him."

Gou Qiu was stunned. He didn't expect her to say such a thing.

Zuo Qiuyu is responsible for half of Sang Ling's current situation. If she hadn't delayed time, things wouldn't have come to this.

Zuo Qiuyu looked at Gou Qiu, and there was a sudden surprise on his face, "You don't still hope that this dynasty can turn the tide after me?"

This statement is indeed a bit arrogant, but Zuo Qiuyu said it just to state the facts.

Gou Qiu felt a little desperate. She knew this was the truth, but she also really hoped that Sang Ling could survive this situation safely. She didn't dare to think of anything else.

However, Zuo Qiuyu really made her angry. She said coldly, "Maybe. Don't forget that all the guests here were brought by Sang Yin."

Zuo Qiuyu just smiled and said nothing.

Gou Qiu was still talking: "Including Lord Demon."

Zuo Qiuyu's lips curved slightly, she glanced at Chao Lou and said softly: "Okay, then let's see how she turns the situation around."

As night fell, the dim yellow lights from Chunming Pavilion fell onto the round platform, bringing out a heavy and weird feeling that made people inexplicably panic and anxious.

Gou Qiu looked anxious, but the prince of Jiecheng in the corner of the nest building was smiling. He waved his hand and said, "Proceed as planned."

Someone received the order and hurried out of the room.

His servants bent down and opened the window for him so that he could have a better view of the banquet at Jiaotai.

Some of the guests from the audience joined in and pushed each other. Voices of dissatisfaction immediately overflowed. Then, in this anxious and boring atmosphere, people from different directions raised their voices.

"I heard that this 'Sang' in Chunming Pavilion is a female cultivator from the immortal world..."

Someone chimed in: "That's impossible. How dare a female cultivator from the Immortal Realm come to the Demon Realm?"

"It's absolutely true, she is definitely a female cultivator from the Immortal Realm!"

The four words "female cultivators from the fairy world" immediately made the guests explode. The demon world hated the fairy world, especially the female cultivators from the fairy world. If it weren't for the female cultivator from the fairy world named Sang Ling who intervened, the fairy world would probably have to change its name to "demons" now.

And now, there are actually female cultivators from the Immortal Realm who are so desperate that they dare to run to the Demon Realm, hoping to earn their spirit stones?

Several guests began to tell each other, fearing that someone might not know the news.

Under the cover of night, evil spirits were surging and it was eerie and unusual, which was an ideal breeding ground for hostility. The four words "female cultivator from the fairy world" were like an outlet, and all the anger of the guests in the audience was vented here, just waiting for Sang Ling to appear.

The crow seemed to be returning home, cawing hoarsely, but was then turned into ashes by a finger of the angry guests in the audience.

The distinguished guests in the nest building were much more indifferent. Some of them removed the soundproofing and let out some sound.

"The female cultivators in the Immortal Realm are fun. Don't they want to earn spirit stones? I have plenty. It just depends on whether she has the life to enjoy them."

Gou Qiu's face was extremely ugly. Zuo Qiuyu beside him spoke softly, "She's a female cultivator from the immortal world? Mom, it seems that the comeback you hoped for is impossible."

Zuo Qiuyu had never paid attention to Sang Ling, so he didn't even know that she was a female cultivator from the immortal world. When he found out, he just found it funny.

Gou Qiu actually thought that a female cultivator from the immortal world could successfully turn the tables after her...

The Prince of Jiecheng picked up a bunch of spiritual fruits and put them into his mouth, the juice overflowing. He was very satisfied with his masterpiece. The news that Sang was a female cultivator from the fairyland was something he had worked hard to get. So what if she was on the wish list? If he wanted to teach her a lesson, he had hundreds of ways to do so.

A little female cultivator from the fairy world, no matter what tricks she plays, she can't cause any trouble.

Those guests who joined the stage to spread the news were all his people. Not only did he want to spread the news about the female cultivator from the immortal world, he also wanted to criticize this Sang harshly after his performance. Was he trying to turn the tables? dream.

Another bunch of spiritual fruits went into his mouth, and suddenly there was a "clang" sound on the round table.

Sang Ling is finally coming out...

The stage was completely dark, and then there was another high-pitched sound of a piano, "Zheng——"

I don't know who is playing the piano in the dark, the sound is like a tide, hitting the dark sky head-on, low and plaintive, vast and empty. The sound of the piano is not inferior to Zuo Qiuyu's piano at all.

Crows flapped their wings, bats flew low, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dusty low whispers of sadness and loneliness all swept in. The wonderful music was about to break off and then continue, each sound was urgent, and clear and clear, like the hazy sound of a deep spring.

The sound of the piano stopped.

Then a soft and gentle female voice was heard, melodious and graceful, like pearls falling on a plate, and it was so pleasant to the ear that everything else was gone.

The dark sky and rotten soil on the ground disappeared completely, and everyone pricked up their ears, fearing that they would miss the sound and feel uneasy.

'Push! '

A ray of white light broke through the night sky, broke through all obstacles, and hit the round platform directly. A female cultivator from the fairy world stood on the platform. She was the most hated female cultivator from the fairy world by the demon world. They were the indignant scums from the fairy world who should be attacked in groups.

But when the guests looked up, they were all speechless. No one could interrupt, and no one closed their eyes.

The immortal female cultivator whom they hated stood on the stage. When she glanced sideways, she saw rippling water and everything was like a painting. She raised her eyes slightly, and she was elegant and outstanding, simple and gorgeous, just like a crabapple tree and a lotus in the distant mountains under the sun.

She was wearing a hibiscus shirt, decorated with pinched flowers, like broken pieces of Kunlun jade spread out on it, as if a skirt of rosy clouds and a shawl of moonlight were so gorgeous that she was out of this world. But when she looked up, it had lost its color, and everything had lost its color.

Under the lights on the round stage, she stretched out her sleeves and let them fall. The wind gently blew a shroud of light and shadow, and the mottled shadows were reflected on her beautiful face, which was like a new moon with a halo that made her look more delicate and beautiful.

As dusk falls, the distant light approaches, and the red color is reflected on her body, making her stand out from the crowd.

All she sees are famous paintings. When the mulberry leaves move, her sleeves flutter and her skirt flies. Her red sleeves turn into her dance sleeves. She starts singing, and the song is light, full of sorrow, leisurely, gentle and soft.

The sounds of piano and singing arose, but they were not like the decadent music commonly seen in the Three Realms. They were a little strange and a little novel. But in the midst of the changes, for some reason the twilight was about to break, the rotten earth disappeared, and when I looked up, I saw spring was here, and willows were growing in the smoke.

It is a kind of vigor and vitality that the demon world has never felt before. This female cultivator from the fairy world brought the spring of the fairy world here with this performance.

Now, the rotten soil under their feet is sprouting branches and blood, and their empty hearts are filled with spring.

"Zheng——"

When the last note comes, the song will end and the dance will stop.

There was a long silence.

The Prince of Jiecheng touched his face, in a trance. The guests downstairs were still in a daze. Even the guests flying in the sky forgot where they were and forgot to use their spiritual energy. They fell down with their eyes wide open, creating a rare "human rain".

Sang Ling stood in front of the stage and bowed to the crowd. Kuang Yan, who played the piano for her, also joined her, holding the piano.

She smiled gently and said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Sang."

All the guests in the audience came back to their senses and shouted in unison, as if they had telepathy: "Sang! Sang! Sang!"

The sound seemed to break the sky.

However, not all the voices were positive, with guests from all corners of the audience raising doubts.

"What the hell is this? It's a mess!"

"I can't listen to it anymore. I absolutely can't listen to it anymore!"

"Rubbish...rubbish."

The words sounded harsh, but the voice was very erratic.

All the guests in the audience were furious. They couldn't believe that anyone would question such a performance. Prince Jiecheng was the first one to get angry.

"Who's barking? Find him out for me!"

The servant beside him spoke cautiously: "Sir, this... this was arranged by you."

Prince Jiecheng choked when he remembered that he had indeed made such an arrangement. It was obvious that after the performance, he had completely forgotten that he was originally going to deal with Sang Ling.

He touched his nose and immediately ordered, "Hurry up and tell those people to shut up. It's annoying to hear them."

The servant immediately made arrangements.

The prince was still not satisfied with the robbery. He pushed open the window, almost leaned out, and shouted, "This prince will reward Sang with 50,000... No! 100,000, no no no, 200,000! This prince will reward Sang with 200,000 spirit stones!"

Normally, rewards were conveyed by servants, and no important person would shout out the reward himself. However, Prince Jiecheng was afraid that Sang Ling could not see him, and was also afraid that his shout was not loud enough.

After he finished shouting, the servant behind him advised: "Prince, you only have 200,000 spirit stones left after this trip."