Chapter 306 The Wives and Mistresses
The movements of this big fan have not yet attracted the attention of the powerful figures at the front row, apart from the mortals and low-level cultivators around them.
On the contrary, the praise from Huaiyin on stage, both overt and covert, pleased the group quite a bit.
The coral beads in Luo Chuan's hair swayed slightly as he tilted his head, and a knowing smile curved his lips.
Wen Jin lazily raised his weary gaze, his pale fingers resting on his forehead, and the chilling aura around him silently subsided.
Beside her, Lian Zhuo's gaze was calm, and she looked intently at the waiting area, just like Yan Xi.
Shen Yu's ears turned a little red.
Because the young general, full of youthful vigor, would blush instantly whenever he thought of Huali's outfit and the silver butterfly chain on her leg during the last preliminary selection.
At this moment, Tang Wanwan, who had just come out from backstage, had already skillfully sat down next to Mo Ziyan and reached out her hand.
Mo Ziyan took Ao Bai's cup, then handed her a cup of tea at the perfect temperature, and said gently with a smile, "Your sword heart is clear and you are showing signs of a breakthrough. Wanwan is very capable."
Tang Wanwan's smile stretched almost to her ears as she affectionately nuzzled his shoulder.
Seeing this, Shrimp Bro, who was standing nearby, smiled like an auntie.
Eating everything will only make his nutrition more balanced.
"Hey Shrimp Bro, want a drink?"
At this moment, Feng Yi thoughtfully pushed the teacup over, but this time, he really ran into a brick wall.
Shrimp Bro's expression changed instantly, staring at the annoying thing with annoyance.
Feng Yi: "?"
He hadn't even grasped the essence of Mo Ziyan's 1v1 duel, let alone the 1v5 one.
Brother Xia was so disappointed in Feng Yi that he immediately gave him a slap on the shoulder, saying, "You are the worst class I've ever taught."
Feng Yi: "?"
Brother Xia, pointing at the five people in the best audience seat, including Lian Zhuo, explained the key points and difficulties of the exam in detail, "Look at them, what do you see?"
Feng Yi asked in confusion, "Human?"
"The Empress! The Empress's aura!" Shrimp Bro fired another electric cannon.
"See them? These five are as composed as gilded goddesses in a temple. Why is that? Could it be because they are kind?"
"That's because they've begged and pleaded to get a legitimate status for themselves! Do you understand what a legitimate status is?"
It turns out that gossip is human nature, and no species can escape it.
All the heads around him instantly crowded in front of Shrimp Brother, listening more attentively than they would during their usual training or classes.
"The test is right here! But if I say it like this, it's not intuitive enough for you to understand." Shrimp Brother pulled the little skirt out from under Tuowu's butt. "Perfect, let's give an example to illustrate why status is so important. Everyone, look over there."
Brother Shrimp pointed to the four people on the right.
Compared to the relaxed feeling on the left, the atmosphere on the right is noticeably stagnant and oppressive.
Although they were both looking towards the stage, there was a contradictory atmosphere of restraint and struggle between them.
Li Yuan sat silently in the shadows, his eyes heavy as he looked at the source of the light.
There is forbearance, restraint, struggle, and even a madness about to break free of the cage.
Wen Tingyun, standing beside him, still wore an impeccable gentle smile, but his eyes had deepened slightly, like a deep pool under the moon, unfathomable.
Looking at Zhan Li on the side, his initial cheerful smile had faded considerably. His double pupils involuntarily glanced at the stage, then quickly forced himself to look away.
Even the white-eyed Fen Yu beside him had eyes filled with an unnoticed loneliness.
The only one whose thoughts were unclear was the chief disciple of the Fu Sect.
Fu Yan remained seated upright, his expression as cool and aloof as ever, but his eyes, which had been focused on the talisman book, eventually fell upon the stage.
Comparing the left and right sides, the sense of relaxation is immediately apparent.
Feng Yi's eyes dimmed. Compared to the Buddhist disciples, he was much more empathetic to those on the right, who loved but could not have each other... Hiss!
"Bang!" Another electric shock hit on my back!
"The sentimental autumn is no longer fashionable; stop with the useless stuff."
Shrimp Bro was just like the headmaster, "So, did you see that? No matter how many feints these guys make, their eyes are glued to the stage the whole time. So the question is, why are they so frustrated?"
Rong Xing, a top student, answered quickly, "I know the answer to this question, it's..."
"Stop, you don't need to say anything. Come on, Feng Yi, you speak." Teacher Xia called on him.
Feng Yi instinctively dodged to the side, and under Xia Ge's deathly gaze, carefully chose his words: "...title/status."
"Correct! That's exactly my point: status!"
"It's precisely because they lack official status that these powerful figures are practically bursting with ulterior motives. And what was the result?"
"People were desperate to get into the main palace, only to find that they didn't even know which way the side room doors faced."
Brother Xia made the final judgment: "This is what a mistress is like."
Everyone: "......"
Everyone: "!!!"
Teacher Xia posed the question: "So, on one side, there's someone sitting comfortably, waiting for their little darling to run wild. On the other side, someone's standing on tiptoe, drooling for miles, still unable to reach the bowl. What are your thoughts on this?"
"Serves him right!" Tang Wanwan said, taking the lead in speaking out.
“That’s right, serves them right!” Little Tower followed.
“Yes, he deserves it!” Tuowujia said.
Shrimp Bro: "..."
Seeing that Brother Xia was about to get angry, Rong Xing quickly pointed out the key point: "Therefore! Status is very important."
The surroundings were noisy, filled with constant whispers.
It's not just them who are saying it; many people are saying it.
“However, on the other hand,” someone in the corner seat said in a slightly gentler tone, “I’ve heard that this Huali is indeed a very nice person, especially gentle.”
"A few fellow Daoists saw the real person a few days ago in the water towns of Jiangnan. The fairy stood there holding a lotus flower, truly gentle and kind, and as beautiful as a flower."
"Yes, I've seen her too! By the way, what is Karin going to perform later?"
"I have seen her play the flute before. The music was wonderful, but... we are not talented enough to understand its meaning."
"It sounds like she was singing? You said she went to Jiangnan, did she go there specifically to learn the soft Wu dialect?"
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all looked expectantly at the stage.
On stage, Huaiyin, who had successfully built up the audience's anticipation and evoked emotion, uttered his final words:
"Let's look forward to the powerful and vibrant player, Karin!"
As the lights converged, everyone's eyes were focused on the stage.
First, a striking red color caught my eye.
Huali stepped forward and stood in the center of the light. Her red dress made her skin look even whiter than snow, and a few strands of dark hair and red feathers swayed gently with her movements, falling from her red jade hairpin.
Her already exceptionally beautiful features were made even more dazzling by the light of the lamp, her vibrant life force almost overflowing.
The audience fell silent instantly, and many people's eyes showed amazement.
Her temperament and charm are truly those of a woman from Jiangnan who could "pick lotus flowers."
In the best seats in the front row, everyone's eyes, including those of the judges, were instantly focused on the center of the stage.
Just as this silence and anticipation reached their peak!
"Thump—!! Thump! Thump! Thump—!"
An unprecedented, extremely heavy and violent drumbeat, mixed with distorted electronic sounds, exploded without warning, like a thunderclap from the heavens!
The sound was something no traditional musical instrument could produce; it was as if a hundred terrifying drums and a thousand thunderous beasts had been stuffed into the same magic circle and detonated!
Immediately afterwards, Huali, who was from Jiangnan, raised her homemade microphone, and her voice, amplified countless times by magic, resounded through the sky!
"My dear friends! How are you?!"
"Welcome to Huali's live music performance! Raise your hands!"
Let's get this party started!!!
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