Chapter 53 Chapter 53 The Hall of Evil
The demon prince raised his eyebrows, then lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about. In the silence that made Zuo Qiuyu nervous, the demon prince finally spoke.
"OK."
Zuo Qiuyu smiled. It seemed that the Demon Prince did not have a good impression of Sang. She had heard that the Demon Prince was extremely nervous after watching Sang's performance.
On the second day of the Jiaotai Banquet, Sang Ling did not rest for a moment and threw herself into practice again. When Gou Qiu came to find her, she was writing something.
Gou Qiu glanced at what she had written, which was a new piece of music. She asked:
"A new tune?"
Sang Ling was so engrossed in her work that she only just realized Gou Qiu was standing beside her. She put down her pen, stood up straight, and quietly looked at her new work. She smiled and nodded, "Yes."
Gou Qiu pondered for a while, "Although my worries always seem unnecessary, this song is not the case."
As the head of Chunming Pavilion, Gou Qiu naturally understood the music scores.
This new song is very different from Sang Ling’s first song when she debuted. Although the first song is a bit strange, most of it still has the style of the demon world. I think Sang Ling deliberately stuck to the style of the demon world.
This song is different, it is almost gentle and soft to the extreme, and its style is very different from the Demon World.
Sang Ling was not surprised by her reaction, but still asked, "Why?"
Gou Qiu picked up her music score and frowned: "It's too un-Demon World." Or rather, this style is unique in the Three Realms.
Gentle and novel, but also slow and strange. Humming along for a few lines, you'll feel like you've fallen into the ordinary world. But the Demon Realm or the Three Realms are all filled with cultivators, a group of cultivators who want to fight the heavens and escape from the ordinary world.
Sang Ling immediately understood what she meant. She took the music score from Gou Qiu and kept it carefully. She did not continue the topic but asked:
"You came to see me today, probably because of something else."
Gou Qiucai slapped his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and she handed over a palm-sized book.
Sang Ling was puzzled by the result.
Seeing her confusion, Gou Qiu explained, "This is the new letter of the month released by Sanjietong. You know Sanjietong, right?"
It has been several months since Sang Ling came to the world of immortal cultivation. Naturally, he also knew some things that his original body had never paid attention to before, such as the connection between the three realms.
Sanjietong was originally a small sect in the demon world. Their highest cultivation level was only the Golden Core, and their strength was totally inadequate. However, they were very good at collecting information and coming up with explosive headlines, so that their new letters of the month were sold well in the Three Realms. It was not an exaggeration to say that the paper version of the Three Realms was a hot search.
Gou Qiu turned a page, which clearly read:
[Three thousand spirit stones are just the entrance fee to see her!] 】
Looking further down, the next name comes up is Sang Ling. The beautiful small characters tell of Sang Ling's popularity. The ticket price for the Jiaotai Banquet has been raised from one spirit stone to three thousand spirit stones, which emphasizes Sang Ling's appeal.
The whole article was full of flattery and praise, but there was still an imperceptible frown between Sang Ling's brows.
Gou Qiu pointed at the page with some excitement, "It's a great thing to be listed on the Three Realms Link. Your reputation is no longer limited to the Demon Realm. You will be listed on the Three Realms Link of this Month."
Sang Ling didn't smile, her brows were completely furrowed: "This may not be a good thing."
Gou Qiu's excitement faded, and she asked in confusion, "All these are praising you, saying that you can create such an impact in a short period of time and generate such amazing profits. More people will come here because of your reputation, which is of course a good thing."
Sang Ling's expression was very peaceful. She tilted her head and closed the new letter of this month.
"Do you know what is flattery?"
Gou Qiu frowned: "Praise to death?"
Like artists and idols, Gou Qiu doesn't know the modern vocabulary.
Sang Ling explained to her: "If you lift someone up high, they will be seriously injured when they fall down. Will these three thousand spirit stones definitely be good for them?"
Gou Qiu's eyes widened. She was a smart person and immediately understood what Sang Ling meant.
"You mean, these three thousand spirit stones seem to be praising you at the moment, but as long as someone guides you, it will develop in a bad direction?"
Sang Ling didn't say anything, but both of them knew that Gou Qiu was right.
Gou Qiu turned around twice and said, "What should we do now? We need some countermeasures."
Sang Ling raised her eyes, with a nonchalant smile in her eyes.
"Let her be."
Such a meticulous plan could not have developed naturally. There must be someone behind it. It is not difficult to guess who framed her. She could guess it, and Gou Qiu could guess it too.
Gou Qiu seemed to have thought of something and stopped asking.
Although she didn't want to think of her subordinates in that way, it was indeed the fact.
Gou Qiu did not stay with Sang Ling for long. She lingered at the door for a while and said:
"Perhaps this is just a compliment, not a conspiracy..."
Sang Ling smiled slightly, "I hope so."
But she knew that it was impossible. It was just Gou Qiu's vision. She had been in the industry for many years and was too familiar with these things. From being indignant at the beginning to getting used to it later, she would no longer be hurt by such means.
Besides, no matter what they do, she will be a top star until her death.
After hearing what Sang Ling said, Gou Qiu finally showed some hope and left.
By the next day, the news that Sang Ling had appeared on Sanjietong's new letter of the month began to spread widely. The speed of spread was thanks to Sang Ling's fans. No one could be happier than them. This was an honor for them.
They were delighted by the words praising Sang Ling in Yueyue Xinyu, and they spread the news widely.
This trend continued for two days in a row. Sang Ling's fame grew. Every day, many guests in Chunming Pavilion asked when the tickets for the next Jiaotai Banquet would go on sale.
Gou Qiu's tense nerves at that moment finally relaxed. He thought that maybe Sang Ling was overthinking it and this was really just a good thing.
But something unexpected happened on the day when the tickets for the Jiaotai Banquet were sold out. On the eve of the ticket sale, countless guests gathered in front of Chunming Pavilion waiting for the ticket sale, and as soon as the ticket sale started, they rushed to grab the tickets.
Yes, now the tickets for the Jiaotai Banquet are really in great demand at a real price, of course, there are quite a few scalpers among them.
In order to queue up for tickets, many guests lined up the night before. Although they were all monks, the long wait was still tiring.
Even if you buy tickets for your idol or out of curiosity, it is never fun.
An hour before the tickets were sold out, most people were already getting impatient, but thinking they only had to hold out for another hour, they managed to hold out.
But at this moment, a monk in brocade clothes walked slowly to the side of the team and looked at them in amazement.
"Look at this magnificence. Isn't it silly?"
The monks in the team were immediately dissatisfied. They were already impatient, and now they felt like they were being provoked.
"Who are you to criticize me?"
The man took out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and cracked them leisurely, "I'm not criticizing you. I'm just stating the truth."
The guests in line were already impatient, but the man continued to say:
"Don't you know that those of you who mindlessly paid high prices for tickets have been criticized by the Hall of Evil today?"
Just this simple remark was enough to change the expressions of all the guests in line.
The Hall of Evil, as the name suggests, is a hall that only the evil ones can enter. The demon world is proud of being evil, so the Hall of Evil is a hall of honor for them. Being criticized by the Hall of Evil is more painful than a drop in cultivation.
The guests in line looked unhappy and immediately asked, "We just want to buy tickets to watch our idol's performance, what's wrong with that?"
The man cracked melon seeds even more vigorously, "What's wrong? Of course you are stupid. That Sang always acts like he cares for his fans and doesn't want them to spend money, but the ticket price is only 3,000 spirit stones. How can you not be stupid for being sold by such a person?"
The ticket price was three thousand spirit stones, and most of the guests queuing up were indeed fans of Sang Ling.
"The ticket price is set at one spirit stone by Chunming Pavilion. Isn't it all hyped up? What does it have to do with you, Mr.
"Why not? Did she try to persuade him? Did she try to stop him?"
Many people in the queue quietly left. These people were curious about Sang Ling's recent popularity. However, their curiosity was merely overwhelming, and could not compare to the criticism from the Hall of Evil, which was their reputation.
Most of the fans did not leave and looked at each other hesitantly.
Of course they care about the criticism from the Evil Hall, but if even they don't buy tickets, after this performance by the Evil Hall, will anyone buy tickets to watch the Jiaotai Banquet? How will their idols cope with that?
The man cracking melon seeds looked at their hesitation and smiled happily, "Look back."
The fans were puzzled, but still turned back. When they looked back, they saw many monks not far behind them looking at them. When they saw them looking at them, their faces were full of contempt.
"See? We are all here to laugh at you. We are here to see the fools being fooled by a bunch of women. If Sang is really sincere, how can he let you scrape together money just for a ticket?"
Those monks with contempt on their faces were really here to watch the fun. Now, seeing those monks who were criticized by the Hall of Evil still stubbornly queuing up, the contempt on their faces turned into disgust.
"For a court official, you're willing to sacrifice your reputation as a villain and commit such a stupid act?"
"I can't stand it. People like this should be expelled from the demon world. Chao people are used to please people, but they are trying to worship them."
"That Sang is not a good guy either. With three thousand spirit stones, he could be the king in the outer city, but now he is using it to make a woman laugh. No wonder the Evil Hall wants to criticize them."
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The fans in the queue were all sweating coldly. The Evil Hall's actions almost put them and Sang at the bottom of the contempt chain of the demon world monks.
Once the Hall of Evil criticizes them, the monks who come to buy tickets will definitely be just fans like them, and the ticket price will definitely not be raised to three thousand spirit stones. But the current situation is that no matter how many spirit stones they use to buy tickets, they will be despised by thousands of people.
Some fans in the queue could not stand any longer. On one side was their own reputation, and on the other was their idol. It was too torturous. Some fans hesitated for a long time and finally withdrew from the queue.
There are fewer and fewer people.
A window of Chunming Pavilion was opened. Zuo Qiuyu held up his head and looked at the queue of people on the building, which was getting smaller and smaller. He curled his lips and turned back.
"Your Highness, is this Dawn okay?"
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