13 Chapter 13
This kind of elimination round to select people for PK is a common segment in modern variety shows. It can not only effectively eliminate those who rely solely on luck or strength to leave stronger players, but also conduct fierce and exciting confrontations to attract people's attention. It is a classic panacea routine.
But this is the world of cultivation, and neither the contestants nor the audience have ever thought of this kind of confrontation before.
After all, in the past, the ceremonies of recruiting disciples were to recruit all those with decent qualifications at once. At worst, they would be sent to the outer sect to fend for themselves. The Hehuan Sect was the only one that had to accept a fixed number of forty people.
"Select those contestants who have already taken their seats to compete? Does that mean those who have already been selected may also be eliminated?"
"Why are they so obsessed with forty people? Wouldn't it be a good thing to have more disciples?"
The audience couldn't help but whisper to each other. The camera on the big screen was divided into two sides at the right time. On the left was the face of the undecided singer with a complex expression of joy and desperation, while on the other side were the pale and nervous faces of the contestants sitting on the Eight Immortals Chairs.
The rapid and unsettling drumbeats became more and more frequent, and everyone waited nervously for the contestant's choice on the screen.
"Tsk! I was so relieved! She won't set her sights on Miss Pianpian, will she?"
"It's okay, relax. Miss Pianpian dances so well, no one would choose her to compete. If it were me, it would be safer to choose the weakest one."
"Great, this girl still has a chance to be selected!"
"You must not choose girl Tieying number 23! I like her singing the most!" A sturdy physical trainer sat up straight nervously.
Although some experienced monks were able to remain calm, others who had their own followers or were optimistic about the contestants looked even more nervous than when they were about to compete.
Fortunately, the contestants on the screen couldn't feel any real pressure from the crowd's gaze. The singer who had the opportunity to challenge stood on the stage and looked back and forth among the contestants for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "I choose number 23, Miss Tieying."
The monk in the audience: ...
Damn it! Damn it!
Contestant No. 23, Tieying, is a fisherman's daughter who dresses very simply. She makes a living by fishing with her parents. Since it was her first time in such a bustling and gorgeous place, she always seemed taciturn. She left a refreshing impression on the judges with a simple and clear fishing song, but it has to be admitted that she has no competitiveness in terms of appearance, temperament or talent display.
I don’t know if it was because the performance just now had exhausted all the courage and energy of this girl, but when she stood on the stage again, her face became even paler. And it was a pity that as a fisherman’s daughter, she didn’t know any other songs except fishing songs. Unsurprisingly, she was defeated by the experienced singer.
After experiencing great sorrow and joy in just a few hours, Tieying's face turned pale. No matter how hard she tried to hold back her tears, they still flowed down. She stood on the stage at a loss, her lips trembling and unable to react.
Ning Shu looked at her gently, acting as the host diligently and conscientiously: "This is your last time standing on this stage. Do you have anything else to say to everyone?"
Tieying bit his lips almost to the point of bleeding, his rough hands tightly grasping the hem of his linen clothes. After a long time, he choked and spoke incoherently: "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry... Woo..."
It is so sad to hear it and makes people cry when they see it.
Zi Xiao looked at the sobbing little girl walking off the stage, and approached Ning Shu with a distressed look on his face: "Young Sect Master, are we really going to eliminate her? What a pity..."
Although she still couldn't figure out what the young sect leader's actions had to do with practicing the Way of Love, but from the perspective of singing alone, this young girl was very talented.
"Of course not. This little girl's singing voice is actually very unique. It would be a shame to just let her go." Ning Shu also leaned over and replied in a low voice: "I'm actually very optimistic about her."
Although this little girl can only sing a fishing song so far, her voice is very distinctive. Different from the more common Wu dialect, her singing is clear and loud, with a very high pitch. It seems that she is very suitable for difficult songs that keep hitting high notes.
"So you're really optimistic about her?" Zi Xiao's eyes showed a hint of surprise and confusion: "Then why did you eliminate her?"
"Because the rules are the rules, we can't change the number of finalists at will, otherwise we won't be able to hold the subsequent programs." Ning Shu looked at the sobbing little girl and touched his chin. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but a sly smile appeared on his lips:
"And look how pitifully she cried? This kind of experience and situation is really hard on the fans, but it helps to increase the stickiness of the fans, so we can gain more love in the future!"
Zixiao: ...
Although I don’t quite understand what you are saying, I always feel that you are really lacking in virtue.
And the fact was just as Ning Shu expected. Although the number was not large, there were indeed some monks who had a good impression of Miss Tieying and became emotional.
The physical cultivator who supported Tieying was furious. He slammed the table and stood up: "This is too much! You are going too far!"
"Exactly! Comparing a fisherman's daughter with a singing girl in improvisation? That's totally unfair!"
"Tie Ying was clearly selected! Why was he rejected again?"
There were those who supported Tieying, and naturally there were also those who supported the singer. Soon, monks with different opinions spoke out.
"I accept the bet! This is the rule. If she's not good at singing, don't come!"
"That's right! Miss Rong'er sings better than anyone else. She is definitely the one who best meets the requirements for the Hehuan Sect to accept her as a disciple!"
"If you ask me, that kind of sweet song is not even worthy of being sung in a formal setting. It's a far cry from what Sister Tieying sings!"
"You! What a joke! Do you think a fishing song can be considered elegant? Go back to fishing!"
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the calmer cultivators, led by Immortal Master Hengwen, quickly stood up to mediate. They pressed the two groups on both sides of the hall, took away their magic weapons and tried to smooth things over.
"It's not that serious. Why would they start fighting out of the blue?"
"That's right, that's right. Fellow Daoists, you're all here to watch the fun. If a fight breaks out, won't those Hehuan Sect female cultivators be made a laughing stock?"
"We're just casual acquaintances. There's really no need to start a war over a mere mortal!"
They were all talking at once to persuade each other, and a few monks with low cultivation levels broke out in cold sweats, fearing that a big fight would break out here accidentally and they would be accidentally injured or killed because of their low cultivation levels.
"Alas, how could it become like this in just one hour?" A cultivator who had come back from mediating a fight wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, and looked at Hengwen Xianjun who was sitting next to him:
"Hengwen Immortal Lord, have those guys been infected by some secret method of the Hehuan Sect that can cholera the mind? Why have they suddenly become mortal enemies over two mortals who haven't even started practicing yet?"
Immortal Lord Wen Heng stroked the small tuft of beard on his chin and pondered in silence. After a while, he shook his head slightly and sighed, "No, I don't sense any spells that can confuse the mind. This should be just their own problem."
Seeing that the cultivator still had a look of doubt and uncertainty on his face, he smiled slightly and generously made way: "If you feel something is wrong, then leave first. I don't think the Hehuan Sect has sealed the exit."
"Leaving now? I've already watched most of it..." And I also want to know whether Miss Shangguan stayed in the end!
The monk frowned, lowered his head and hesitated for a while, but finally decided to finish the look before leaving.
Anyway, even the Nascent Soul cultivators didn’t notice anything wrong. The fight just now must have been because those guys were too weak-minded!
I'm different. I won't end up like them! He felt relieved and looked back at the screen. The auditions were still going on. The capable contestants, with desperate looks on their faces, challenged the contestants on the Ascension Steps. The chosen contestants were all trembling with fear. Some succeeded, some failed, but without exception, they all contributed to many exciting and thrilling talent competitions.
Of course, it also sparked many disputes, big and small.
After the last contestant left the stage, Ning Shu finally returned to the stage from the judges' seat. She waved to the people outside the screen and turned the camera to focus on the forty contestants on the Dengxian Stage who had finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Thank you all for watching our Immortal Cultivation Dream Factory audition program. After an exciting competition, we have finally selected these forty talented contestants. As we promised, these sisters will all join our Hehuan Sect and embark on the first step on their path to immortality!"
Although the girls sitting on the Eight Immortals Chairs were dressed differently, their faces were all flushed with joy and excitement. They waved excitedly towards the outside of the screen, as if they were greeting the audience.
"Great! Miss Pianpian, you succeeded!"
"The dust has finally settled!"
"Miss Shangguan truly deserves the title!"
The monks outside the screen couldn't help but applaud, as if they were also infected by the girls' happiness.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Ning Shu suddenly changed the subject: "Then, the next episode will be a competition between these forty contestants. I believe we will be able to see even more exciting performances then!"
After hearing these words, the smiles of the contestants on the screen froze on their faces, and the joyful atmosphere of the audience outside the screen also froze, followed by the sound of whispers.
"Why are there more? Didn't they say they had all been chosen?"
"I don't know. Didn't they say they would accept forty people in total? Why are they still competing?"
As if aware of the questions raised by the contestants and the audience outside the screen, Ning Shu gave an explanation with a smile: "Although these forty contestants have obtained the qualifications to join our Hehuan Sect, their treatment and status after joining still depend on their own strength.
After discussions between me and the elders of the Hehuan Sect, we unanimously decided that we will use the next three games to determine the future positions and starting points of these disciples!
In the first match, twenty contestants were eliminated from the forty contestants to become outer disciples, and in the second match, ten contestants were eliminated from the remaining twenty contestants to become inner disciples.
And as for the third final—" Ning Shu opened his arms and smiled brilliantly, his tone filled with excitement and a hint of temptation: "The remaining ten disciples will all become the direct disciples of the elders of the Hehuan Sect!
The top five contestants in the finals will form a team and become the sect leader's last disciples. They will then officially debut as the first generation of the Hehuan Sect's girl group and be in everyone's sight! "
【Author’s words】
Ning Shu: Only the top five out of the forty contestants can successfully debut, so fellow Taoists, hurry up and pink your favorite idol!
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