Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Isn’t it just a beautiful female cultivator…
Zuo Qiuyu immediately became anxious, "Your Highness, this time I did not get the information right, I will not make the same mistake again next time."
The demon prince laughed softly, "There won't be a next time."
Zuo Qiuyu was startled. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was stopped by the look in the eyes of the demon prince. The demon prince looked down and saw something, but the corners of his lips raised more obviously.
Zuo Qiuyu looked down along the direction of his gaze, and faced Sang's smiling eyes.
Sang found out, and knew that it was all planned by her, and even knew that she was waiting here to see her downfall.
But what was seen now was her own miserable state and vicious heart.
Zuo Qiuyu's pupils widened. She had expected that Sang would discover her conspiracy, but for some reason, there was a sense of embarrassment in this look that made her have nowhere to hide.
The downstairs was becoming more and more lively, and the free tickets attracted all the monks who were there to see the fun.
Amid the noise, Zuo Qiuyu finally diverted herself from Sang's gaze, but when she turned her head, she saw that the demon prince was still staring at Sang with interest.
Zuo Qiuyu's heart sank. That was undisguised concern.
Time and time again, she has learned that she can never catch up with Sang. The only person she can count on now is the help of the demon prince.
But the demon prince was already disappointed in her. The only way now was to tell him about Sang making the red orb light up.
Zuo Qiuyu covered her chest with her hands. She knew there was a high probability that she would meet Sang today, so she did not bring the red orb with her.
Now she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to tell the demon prince about this, but this was the only way she had.
Zuo Qiuyu was immersed in making a choice. When she came back to her senses, Sang was gone. She just glanced at her and didn't care anymore.
At this time, more and more people came to Chunming Pavilion. Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Before long, the front of Chunming Pavilion was surrounded by a crowd of people.
Zuo Qiuyu clenched her fists tightly. Even though she didn't want to admit it, the excitement of collecting free tickets for Sang's performance was inseparable from her operation.
The Sanjietong's New Words of the Month and the Criticism of the Hall of Evil have made Sang famous. Originally, these two together were the strongest tools for crusade, but after the situation was reversed, they became Sang's strongest propaganda tool.
Because of Sang's betrayal, this scheme only served to pave the way for her.
The demon prince had already left. There was a knock on the door between the curtains, and Gou Qiu appeared when the door opened.
Zuo Qiuyu looked at Gou Qiu. She didn't know when Gou Qiu no longer had the pride and satisfaction towards her on his face. Was it after Sang came? Yes, but not after Sang became angry, but when she started to take action against Sang.
She just noticed it now.
Gou Qiu had a solemn expression on his face and said, "Sang knows everything, but she doesn't intend to pursue it."
Zuo Qiuyu bit her lips tightly. She did not feel relieved but angry. Not to pursue the matter? The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Not pursuing the issue is a form of disregard.
Of course, Sang Ling did not mean that. She had a long way to go in life and did not have the time to spend dealing with Zuo Qiuyu.
Peace would be the best, but there is an absolute competition between them, and peace is just a vision.
As long as one party wants to break it, this superficial peace will immediately disappear. Sang Ling knows this, and Zuo Qiuyu knows it too.
Zuo Qiuyu still forced a smile and said to Gou Qiu, "I understand, Mom." She still had one last chance, the news from the demon prince could be devastating to Sang.
Gou Qiu looked at Zuo Qiuyu deeply and then left. To this day, she no longer felt that the person in front of her was still Zuo Qiuyu.
There is competition among the people in the court from time to time, but there is almost no competition through framing. Hu Yanyan has been defeated by Zuo Qiuyu for decades without any conspiracy or trickery. If you are not as skilled as others, then you are not as skilled as others.
Zuo Qiuyu might always think that she favors Sang Ling, but in fact, the one who is really favored is her, Zuo Qiuyu. According to the rules of Chunming Pavilion, she should have been kicked out long ago for her repeated framing, but she always suppressed it.
For decades, she was proud of Zuo Qiuyu and thus indulged herself repeatedly. The one she felt sorry for was always Sang Ling.
Gou Qiu sighed lightly and didn't say any more words of persuasion.
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Sang Ling's free performance began soon. The venue was very spacious and Chunming Pavilion prepared 5,000 tickets, but all of them were sold out within a day.
There was no news from the Hall of Evil. Since their criticism was not valid, they naturally did not dare to speak out again. However, they had a grudge with Sang Ling, and the matter was not so easy to resolve.
However, Sang Ling has no time to take care of the Hall of Evil for the time being. The most important thing is the free performance.
In the early hours of the morning, Sang Ling and his group set out for the outer city. The performance would not begin until the afternoon, but some preparations still needed to be made in advance.
When she arrived at the outer city, Sang Ling was a little dazed. Since the day she entered Chao City, she had been staying in Chunming Pavilion. Chunming Pavilion was located in the center of Chao City and was naturally the most prosperous place in Chao City. Staying there for a long time made her forget the Chao City she saw on the first day.
There is not only the inner city nest city, but also the outer city.
Gou Qiu built the stage very well this time, with a jade-white suspended stage, brilliant lights, and a specially customized magic instrument that can clearly amplify the sound. Everything was built according to Sang Ling's requirements.
But when she first saw it, Sang Ling was still shocked, not at the perfect stage, but at the surrounding environment.
The buildings are dilapidated, with a skeleton every five steps and no normal person to be seen every ten steps. There is no grass here and no living creatures except humans. Even the crows that are common in the demon world are not to be seen here. Instead, there are groups of children replacing the flocks of birds.
The eyes of these children were extremely alert. They were spying from the darkness, in groups like a pack of wolves. Sang Ling saw a group of monks who came to the outer city for entertainment not far away. They looked at the children arrogantly, smiled and threw a spirit stone at them.
In an instant, the group of children began to scramble for things like hungry wolves.
Sang Ling thought again of the demon children who rushed forward to snatch the corpses to fill their stomachs when they first entered the Chaos City. The snatching meant bloodshed.
The demon world is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak. In the inner city, there are many cultivators who spend three thousand spirit stones to buy tickets for entertainment, while in the outer city, people get beaten to blood just to fight for one spirit stone.
Sang Ling couldn't bear to see this, so he wrapped the spirit stone with his spiritual power and shot it back to the group of monks who were having fun.
The monks felt pain all over their bodies after being hit by a spirit stone. They immediately looked towards Sang Ling. When they saw a large group of people, they immediately stopped and ran away.
After they ran, they were greeted by the bloodshot eyes of the children from the outer city. These children were not afraid of being teased by the self-righteous monks from the inner city. They were only afraid that if no one teased them with spirit stones, it would not be easy to survive.
Sang Ling met their gaze and said, "We need some help. The wages are ten spirit stones a day."
The children were stunned and tilted their heads to look straight at Sang Ling. The beautiful female cultivator in front of them seemed not to be from this world. The look she gave them was not gentle but did not show any disgust at all. It was a look they had never seen before.
The monks in the inner city often cheated them like this, and none of them actually paid them.
But somehow, they wanted to try again.
Sang Ling looked at the group of children and nodded. She sighed and said to Gou Qiu, "Let them have a good meal first. Let them do whatever they can do. I will take the spiritual stones from them."
Gou Qiu was not surprised, Sang Ling was still the same Sang Ling.
The preparations have officially begun, and apart from the sounds of them setting up the stage for the performance, the outer city is eerily silent.
This is of course abnormal. The area of the outer city is similar to that of the inner city, but the population of the outer city is more than ten times that of the inner city. It should be crowded here, but at this moment no one from the outer city came out, except for these children.
But there were many looks from the dark, dangerous, vigilant and even disgusted.
There have never been any performances in the outer city, nor have monks from the inner city ever come to the outer city in large numbers. People in the outer city know that it was a female monk named Sang who insisted on coming to the outer city to perform, but it is still unknown what impact this performance will have on them.
The group of children wolfed down their meal, and when they saw Sang Ling again, the vigilance in their eyes had diminished a lot, and then there was malice.
The leading child was half a head taller than the other children, and was secretly the leader of the group. He glared at Sang Ling fiercely, with undisguised malice in his eyes.
"You are not welcome in the outer city!"
Sang Ling smiled and didn't care. She waved her hand and asked someone to take them downstairs to work.
This group of kids has this attitude, and it is easy to imagine what attitude people from other cities have towards her performance. They are afraid of changes and afraid that countless people will flock here, and all this is caused by Sang Ling.
That's why they hate her.
Sang Ling ignored the prying eyes around her and began to prepare for the stage wholeheartedly.
Not long after, people started to arrive outside the stage. The first to arrive were naturally the fans. They wanted to grab a good viewing spot, so naturally they came early.
When they saw Sang Ling, the fans burst into cheers, and their shouts were full of enthusiasm.
The children from the outer city who were working looked back, each with puzzlement in their eyes. Such passionate affection that did not seek anything for anything was something they had never seen before. Moreover, the monks in the audience were people they could not even look up to, so why would such people willingly submit to a female monk?
The inner city is very strange.
Soon, more and more people came, and except for the voices of the incoming audience, the outer city became increasingly quiet, as if there had never been anyone from outside the city in this space.
The preparations were gradually completed, and the children from the outer city finished all the work at hand. Sang Ling handed the spirit stones to them.
"There will be more performances here in the future. If you need spirit stones, come and help."
The children really took the spirit stones before they dared to confirm that Sang Ling really did not lie to them. They raised their heads and looked at Sang Ling without blinking, as if they wanted to see something from her face.
Why didn't she lie to them? Why did she have such good intentions towards them? Why did thousands of monks in the audience shout her name so eagerly?
So strange.
Sang Ling was a little confused when she saw that they had taken the spirit stones but had not left yet, "Are you hungry again? Do you want to go out for another meal?"
The leading child glared at her and sat down.
"We want to see your performance, too."
They also wanted to see why those wealthy monks in the audience, who had no worries about food and clothing, would have such emotions towards the female monk in front of them.
Isn't she just a beautiful female cultivator?
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