36 Chapter 36
Dong Ling's expectation was very reasonable, but there is a saying that goes, imagination is rich, but reality is skinny.
Facts have proven that when you can't beat a genius swordsman, most of your friends probably can't beat him either.
A large group of demon cultivators, bruised and battered after failing to fight back, huddled in a corner, trembling. Xuan Mo stood tall and straight, not even raising his eyelids. He gently shook off the blood from his sword and looked up at Dong Ling with a frighteningly cold gaze:
"You're plotting against me? You demon cultivators really never let your master down."
He hasn't seen an honest demon cultivator in all the time he's been down the mountain.
Dong Ling's injuries from the previous beating hadn't healed yet, and this time he incurred many new wounds. He ignored the pain and repeatedly knelt on the ground begging for mercy: "Master! We were wrong! We didn't know what was good for us! We won't dare to do that again! Please spare our lives!"
Thinking of all her friends dying here because of her own cleverness, Dong Ling felt extremely remorseful: "It's all my fault. I tricked these demon cultivators into coming here! If you're really angry, I'll kill them or chop them up. Please let them go!"
"Master, these demon cultivators have no grudges against you in the past or in the present, so please let them go!"
Xuan Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Indeed, I have no grudges against them, and they were willing to risk their lives for their friend. They are indeed worthy opponents."
Dong Ling and the demon cultivator behind her breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace: "Are you willing to let us go?"
Xuan Mo swung his sword backwards, lowering his center of gravity. A penetrating, sharp blue sword energy spread outward, accompanied by the chime of his natal sword, eager for battle. His face was serious and solemn:
"Master said that against a worthy opponent, one must give their all and fight them to the bitter end in the fairest of battles. Please stand up and accept the challenge."
Dong Ling: ...
The demon cultivators behind him, whose legs were too weak to stand up: ...
The way you sword cultivators respect others is to send them to the west, right?
"Can't you just let us go?"
"No, you just tried to kill me."
Dong Ling collapsed. "Ahhh, you inflexible old-fashioned guy! How about this, let's sign a master-servant contract? After we sign it, we can't hurt you, and we can even work like slaves for you! Isn't it great to have a bunch of servants for free? As long as you spare our lives, we'll do anything for you!"
Xuan Mo's eyes swept across the embarrassed faces of these demon cultivators, and a hint of disgust appeared in his pure eyes, which were clearly black and white. "No, they are too weak."
Demon cultivators: ...
Monsters can be killed or humiliated.
"If you kill us, no one will vote for the Young Sect Master!" Just as Xuan Mo was about to offer this group of demon cultivators the "highest honor," Dong Ling finally remembered the source of the dispute. He raised the magazine he had just stolen, and the impending crisis brought out a strong desire to survive. His tongue trembled:
"This is the Young Sect Master's first public performance. She must have mustered up a lot of courage! If no one likes her, she'll be sad! She'll cry! Yes! Behind her high-ranking status, there must be a fragile and sensitive heart!
The performance he prepared so hard for was not even as good as that of the ordinary disciples in the sect. The young sect leader would definitely be hiding in his bed and crying sadly! How pitiful!
Xuan Mo paused his sword-swinging hand and compared it to his own situation. If he lost to an ordinary inner disciple in the sect competition, it would seem quite embarrassing.
"Then you must sincerely support Ning Shu." He finally put away his sword.
"Sincerely! Absolutely sincerely! We will definitely try our best to vote for the young master! Let's sign the master-servant contract now!" As if afraid that Xuan Mo would still decide to "respect" them, Dong Ling couldn't wait to bite her fingers and quickly formed a seal with her hands.
The demon cultivators behind him quietly approached while Xuan Mo was forming seals. "Dong Ling, who is this Young Sect Master? How can we truly support him if we don't even know what he looks like?"
The consequences of lying after signing a master-servant contract are very serious. If you are retaliated against, you will be in a dilemma.
"It doesn't matter who she is or whether she looks beautiful or ugly." Dong Ling quietly pointed at Xuan Mo, who was brutally attacking with an expressionless face, and said, "You just need to know that the Young Sect Master is your savior. If you ever anger this killer again, mention the Young Sect Master and you can save your life!
She is our amulet, so from now on we should worship her like the demon ancestor every day!"
So that's how it is. Just like those monks always saying "Amitabha" and the talisman cultivators always saying "Hurry up and obey the command", the Young Sect Master is truly a great and indescribable existence! The eyes of those demon cultivators instantly became clear, and they knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly: "Young Sect Master, please bless us to be safe and sound!"
On the morning of the second day after the second performance, the monks who were waiting for the magazine to go on sale so that they could vote for their favorite contestants were already waiting at the door of Linglong. They chatted with each other casually, and unconsciously divided into large and small groups among those who knew each other. Over the past few days, everyone has become accustomed to such scenes. They just wait for the magazine to go on sale and rush in. It depends on their own ability to grab a few copies.
Suddenly, many monks with higher cultivation levels looked towards the end of the street at the same time. Seeing this, the other monks who had not noticed gradually stopped talking and looked towards the street entrance with confusion.
In such a highly anticipated environment, a large group of people came from the corner of the street. At first glance from a distance, they were wearing similar black disciple robes, and even their hair was neatly tied on top of their heads. Each of them held a long sword in their hands and marched towards this side in an orderly formation.
"What's going on?"
"Why are those sword cultivators and their gang of battle maniacs coming here?"
"Is the Qingfeng Sword Sect going to fight the Hehuan Sect?"
Everyone was whispering in disbelief until the team got closer, and then everyone realized that most of these people had nothing to do with sword cultivators.
Although the outer robes they were wearing looked the same, a closer look revealed that they were only of similar styles, and most of them did not fit them well. They must have been hastily put together recently.
The more important evidence is that these people in the team either have vertical pupils or have scales that have not faded. Some of them even walk in a twisting manner, which shows the characteristics of demon cultivators no matter how you look at them. Only the one in the front walks steadily and has a proper demeanor. He should be the only real sword cultivator here.
Why would a demon cultivator who loves to cheat and deceive get together with a sword cultivator who is usually ruthless and taciturn? And why would he dress like this?
What on earth is this weird combination doing?
All the monks were filled with questions and looked at this group of strange people with some wariness.
At this moment, the door of the Linglong Tower opened. Lan Xi, the leader, seemed to have not expected such a scene. He choked for a moment, then straightened his body and looked at the leading sword cultivator: "What do you want to do?"
Bringing such a large group of demon cultivators here, could it be that he collected protection fees and even got them from his aunt?
Unexpectedly, a slender demon cultivator beside the sword cultivator was surprisingly kind. There was even a hint of flattery in the smile on his face. He pulled out a large bag of bulging spirit stones from his pocket and presented it with both hands: "We're not planning anything, we're not planning anything. We're here to buy magazines and vote."
Lanxi: ...
The monks watching: ...
It's no wonder they were so silent. The scene before them was so weird, as magical as if an uncle in a hat brought a group of thugs to a concert to provide offline support.
Seeing Lan Xi didn't say anything, as if afraid that the other party wouldn't believe him, the demon cultivator quickly pulled up his outer robe to show the other party: "It's true! We really want to vote for the Young Sect Master! If you don't believe me, just look!"
The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect and the surrounding cultivators curiously came over to take a look—
The buttons on the outer robe were covered with crooked words like "Lord Ning Shu, please bless me," "I swear to vote for the Young Sect Master," or "I believe the Young Sect Master will keep me safe." The narrow belt was covered with dense writing, and at first glance it looked like some kind of scripture.
Lanxi: ...
What a strong obsession! A song and dance can be able to bewitch these cunning demon cultivators to this extent. The young master is really gifted!
"That's right, we gathered together to support Ning Shu... fans, please sell us magazines." Xuan Mo, who had been standing in front of the stall, had red ears and clasped his hands together in a solemn plea.
"Ah... OK, OK..." Lan Xi moved out the magazines in a daze, and moved out box after box according to the number of spirit stones in the bag. It was not until each of the fifty or so demon cultivators was carrying two boxes of magazines on their shoulders that the cultivators surrounding them finally woke up from their dreams.
"Eh? Didn't I come here first? Why should they buy first?"
"That's right! You bought so much at once! The first wave of stock is all gone!"
"Ah—ah! It's all because their uniformed attire creates such a powerful aura! Before I knew it, I..."
"What a trick! This must be a conspiracy devised by Ning Shu's fans!"
Lan Xi finally came to her senses at this time. She cleared her throat and announced an exciting news to the monks:
"Our finals will be broadcast in two parts. The first half will mainly focus on the contestants' rehearsals in the Hehuan Sect, while the second half will be a live stage broadcast. We will randomly select 3,000 lucky viewers to watch the performance live in the studio!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the monks were immediately in an uproar.
"Really? Can I watch the scene?"
"Great! I can see Miss Shangguan up close and personal!"
"How do we extract it? Tell me how we extract it!"
"We have randomly inserted the admission tickets into the magazines on sale. Those who draw the tickets can enter with their tickets!"
The monks looked at the demon cultivators who each carried two large boxes of magazines and couldn't help but whisper to each other.
"Damn it! They really have the upper hand!"
"I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to fight them!"
"Calm down! Calm down! Look, there are more than fifty of them. How can you defeat them alone?"
"Yes, if a fight breaks out and they have clothes that can distinguish friend from foe, we also have to be wary of other monks taking advantage of the situation!"
In the end, because this group of fans supporting Ning Shu had the advantage in momentum and numbers, the other cultivators could only watch them leave with hatred. When the figure of the last demon cultivator disappeared around the corner, all the cultivators rushed forward and fought desperately for the remaining magazines.
"Daoquan? Why are you standing there? Come over and help! That local tycoon Wang Zhicai is up to some shady tricks again!"
"Ah! Hold on, I'm coming!" Zhang Daoquan, having come to his senses, turned around and joined the crowd rushing to buy magazines. An idea quietly formed in his mind:
If Miss Pianpian's fans also dressed in the same clothes and united together like this, it would definitely be much easier to grab tickets or quarrel, right?
【Author’s words】
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