35 Chapter 35
Fortunately, Ning Shu on the screen changed the topic and the ferocious swordsman also shifted his attention. Zhang Daoquan breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to check the voting results a week later.
"Alright! Thank you all fellow Daoists for your unwavering support for our Hehuan Sect over the past seven days. Now, please allow the contestants who have successfully advanced to say hello to everyone!"
As Ning Shu spoke, the camera naturally turned to the contestants behind her. Liu Pianpian, who was standing back in the first place, waved at the screen with a bright smile, and the fans in the audience cheered excitedly.
"Ohhhhhh! Miss Pianpian! You're finally back to first place!"
"Great! We didn't disappoint Miss Pianpian!"
"This is worth it! This is worth it, fellow Taoists!"
They also felt proud of Liu Pianpian who had returned to the top, and the entire cinema immediately became lively.
The competition format for the second performance was no different from the first. The top three most popular contestants still sat on the throne to choose their teammates, and then worked hard with the mentors to prepare for the stage performance. Everyone was already familiar with this process and quickly immersed themselves in it and watched with great interest.
After watching for a long time, Xuan Mo finally figured it out. It turned out that this was not a sword-fighting competition, but more like a talent competition.
He knew he should leave. After all, this matter was just a big misunderstanding from beginning to end. The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect were not as powerful as he thought. Staying any longer would not help him in his journey of tribulation.
But he still didn't want to leave. Whenever the young sect leader appeared, he couldn't help but follow him. This had never happened before. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Why would a female cultivator, whom he had only met once, suddenly become more important in his heart than swordsmanship and cultivation?
Perhaps I should have listened to my master and left immediately. Isn't it too late to leave now? He was restless throughout the entire show. Even after the game was decided and the long list of credits began to play on the screen, Hyun Mo still sat in his seat with a frown on his face.
"Fellow Daoist, are you...troubled by something?"
It's okay, just get out of the way! I need to discuss tomorrow's voting strategy with the other enthusiasts! Zhang Daoquan was hoping that the giant Buddha would leave quickly.
"Did you feel anything unusual after watching the game?" Xuan Mo's brows furrowed more and more as he spoke, his expression as serious as if he had been attacked by an ancient monster.
"I have a very strange feeling in my heart that I don't know how to relieve, but I can't feel any spells or formations in action. I don't know what to do next..."
You're talking so scary, isn't it just that you were fascinated by a female cultivator when watching a competition for the first time? As if it was so rare, Zhang Daoquan secretly rolled his eyes:
"Does your heart beat faster the moment you see a certain female cultivator? Do you want to sit here and stare at her instead of doing anything else? Do you also want to save her singing and dancing parts to watch whenever you want?"
"That's right!" Xuan Mo looked at Zhang Daoquan with a look of deep understanding on his face. "How did you know? Is there any solution to my situation?"
Tsk! I thought he was a meddling moralist out to mess things up, but it turns out he's just a clueless young man who doesn't even know how to chase stars. Zhang Daoquan suddenly lost his fear and nervousness and casually patted the man on the shoulder:
"That's easy. You just want to see more of that female cultivator, right? Come with me, I'll tell you what to do!"
No, actually what I want to ask is how to get rid of this state... Xuan Mo opened and closed his mouth twice, and finally stood up, picked up the demon cultivator beside him and followed Zhang Daoquan away.
The demon cultivator who tried to sneak away but was dragged away: ...
"No, no, no! I can walk by myself!"
The tea stalls near Linglong Tower were still bustling with people even in the middle of the night. Monks who had just finished watching the talent show gathered here in groups of three or four to chat, eat supper, and wait for the new magazines to go on sale at dawn.
"Xuan Mo, no matter which female cultivator you like, you only need to remember one thing -
This He Huan Sect is a sect where popularity is king, just like your sword cultivators are respected for their strength. The more popular the female cultivator, the more attention they receive. So if you want to help the female cultivator you like, you have to vote for her."
Zhang Daoquan ordered a few snacks and led Xuan Mo and the demon cultivator to sit on the seats facing the road. He took out the magazine in his hand and started to talk in detail:
"I've observed over the past few days that the female cultivators who are voted at the front can not only become captains, but also sit in the middle during stage performances. They are more valued by the mentors and elders, and even get more shots during the early stages of training and preparation.
As for the female cultivator who didn't get any votes, she'd be in a lot of trouble. Not only would she have very few scenes during the show, but she'd also be eliminated and become an outer disciple... Ah, the female cultivator you like can at best be an inner disciple, but whether she can advance to the finals and become a personal disciple still depends on the number of votes, right? "
Xuan Mo's cold demeanor was completely out of place at this bustling roadside stall. He sat upright on a worn, long bench, his face serious, as if he were arguing with someone:
"I like... the female cultivator I admire is quite special. Can you please vote so that the host can appear on screen more?"
"Wow, you really have fallen in love with that Young Master of the He Huan Sect?" Zhang Daoquan found it quite novel: "Well, although that little girl is indeed pretty..." Noticing the sharp gaze of the sword cultivator opposite him, he chuckled dryly and changed the subject:
"Ahem! Normally, the host isn't a contestant, so there shouldn't be a grand stage performance like the contestants. But this is the Hehuan Sect where popularity is king after all. If we get enough votes, I think it's not impossible."
“How many tickets do you need?”
"That... I'm not sure either, but if you want the Hehuan Sect to make an exception, you have to get at least the top three votes, right? Third-place Xiao Lihua got 18,572 votes last time, so it has to be at least higher than that."
"...I'm alone." Xuan Mo lowered his head expressionlessly, and Zhang Daoquan actually saw a little bit of loss on that icy face.
"Ha, ha, don't worry, Ning Shu is not an ordinary contestant. She is the daughter of the sect leader. She will definitely not be treated unfairly if there are no votes! And she is also the host. No matter who is eliminated, she can't be eliminated..." Looking at the young swordsman who was still lowering his head and looking depressed, Zhang Daoquan sighed helplessly and muttered softly:
"Alas, I didn't say that one person can only cast one vote. As long as you have enough money, no one will care if you cast 10,000 votes..." At this point, he inexplicably felt that it was a bit unscrupulous to encourage a young man who had just started out to spend so much money on the Hehuan Sect. He changed the subject:
"Ahem! But if we do that, Young Sect Master Ning Shu will definitely be disappointed. He'll think many people like him, but in reality, there's only one person who likes him. How embarrassing!
How about this, you ask others if there are any who like to watch the young master dance as much as you do? Strength lies in numbers, and then each of you can cast a few votes and the matter will be settled, right? "
"Do female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect like to have many followers?" Xuan Mo finally raised his head, shaking off his previous gloom. He stared at the magazine on the table and fell into deep thought: "Is it not okay for me to be alone?"
"Yes, that's right!" Fearing that this young man would get carried away and invest his life savings, Zhang Daoquan nodded hurriedly. "I heard that the young master of the Hehuan Sect, that girl you like, calls these followers 'fans'. I heard that it has something to do with their cultivation methods. The more fans they have, the faster they cultivate!"
"So that's how it is. Thank you for clearing up my confusion, fellow Daoist." Xuan Mo stood up and bowed: "Xuan Mo has something important to do, so I'll take my leave first." Then he picked up his sword in one hand, grabbed the back of the demon cultivator's neck with the other hand, and turned around and left.
"Hey, hey, hey, be gentle! Little brother, please pull me gently!" The unlucky demon cultivator was dragged back by the scruff of the neck, his heels rubbing against the ground as he apologized repeatedly: "I was wrong to try to trick you with the secret realm map before, but I brought you all the way to the City That Never Sleeps. Let's just put this behind us, okay? Please give me a way out!"
This demon cultivator was also unlucky. His name was Dong Ling. His original form was an ordinary silver-ringed demon snake. It took him three hundred years of cultivation to become a human form. Because he was not strong, he usually made a living by cheating, poisoning and plotting.
A few days ago, when he saw Xuan Mo passing by, he thought that he was another naive and gullible young man. Who knew that this young man was too stupid. He could neither fight nor run away, and could only be carried around by the other party without any dignity.
"How about this, I promise to turn over a new leaf and never lie to anyone again! If you lie to anyone again, God will punish you..." Dong Ling had no choice but to raise her finger and swear.
"Who do you want to vote for?" Hyun Mo suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
"Ah?" I'm an old man who has traveled the world for two hundred years. I won't be fooled by a few beautiful female cultivators like a young boy! Dong Ling said without thinking: "I don't know anyone..."
Looking at Xuan Mo's fixed black eyes, Dong Ling shuddered at the sharp gaze. Suddenly, an idea struck her: "Of course it's Young Master Ning Shu! She truly deserves the title! I'm willing to vote for her!"
"Well, then we are like-minded." Xuan Mo let go of the hand holding the demon cultivator's collar, and two flames seemed to be burning in his pure black eyes: "We need more like-minded people now, do you have any ideas?"
Dong Ling felt a chill in her spine from being stared at by his mindless eyes. She hesitated for a long moment before answering tremblingly, "This, this is probably difficult, right? I think most people already have their favorite players. Who would change their mind just because of one match..."
Xuan Mo unconsciously tightened the sword in his hand.
Dong Ling shuddered again, shouting loudly over and over again, "Yes! Yes! Yes! I have a way! Let's all contact our acquaintances to canvass for votes! You go find the sword cultivators from the same sect and get them to vote!"
By then, this lustful young man will definitely be taken back by his senior brothers and sisters and strictly disciplined, then I will be free again, right?
Xuan Mo frowned and thought for a moment, then finally shook his head: "Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. They are mostly honing their swordsmanship in the bitter cold of the far west, and they won't be back within seven days."
Moreover, he was very worried that other fellow disciples would be bewitched by the Hehuan Sect like him and unable to escape. Wouldn't he be the sinner of the Qingfeng Sword Sect then?
Dong Ling could only grit her teeth upon seeing this: "I can use my eloquence to trick... convince the nearby demon cultivators to become Young Sect Master's fans! And then bring them back to vote!"
If I can't beat you, who else can? When I gather enough demon cultivators, I'll uncover the case and make you pay!
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