Chapter 41
Heng Wenxianjun and Zhang Daoquan hit it off immediately. After a period of overtime work, they finally succeeded in releasing the "Spirit Shadow Stone - HD Promax - First Generation Edition" before the finals began.
The product was immediately crazily sought after by fans as soon as it was released. Just as Hengwen Xianjun had expected, none of these monks who were obsessed with chasing their idols could resist the temptation of high-definition filming of their idols' performances. Even some monks who didn't get tickets paid for them.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t film the scene, it would be nice to be able to take a video through the screen as a souvenir!
So, on the night of the finals, the lucky audience members who had drawn tickets put on their wedding clothes early, held colorful light signs and glow sticks in one hand, and held high-definition spirit shadow stones in the other, and walked into the Linglong Tower excitedly.
After these days of transformation and renovation, the interior of the Linglong Tower is completely different from when the auditions first started. All the unnecessary rooms and walls have been demolished, leaving only a huge stage for filming the show and a circle of stepped seats around it.
"This is where the show was recorded before..."
"There are so many lights installed overhead, no wonder the screen looks so bright!"
"Many disciples of the Hehuan Sect are walking around with the Xuantong Mirror's spells. Do they no longer need the Spirit Shadow Stone?"
The audience looked around curiously and sat down in their seats according to the seat numbers on their tickets. Soon the lights above their heads went out, and the familiar darkness before the show fell. The whispers and discussions gradually quieted down, and in the darkness, only the light signs and glow sticks in the hands of the fans could be seen, forming a sea of stars.
In the darkness, no familiar theme song of the talent show sounded, nor were there any jokes from the host, mentors, or contestants. Only Ning Shu's voice could be heard, going straight to the point:
"Please enjoy contestant Shangguan Huaijin's performance - Blooming"
The lights above the stage suddenly lit up, and Shangguan Huaijin on the stage was wearing a lotus-white dress. She had her hair in a bun like a girl, and the hem of her skirt was layered like petals. A carefree flower bud bloomed in the pond, revealing its tender pointed corners in the early summer breeze.
Shangguan Huaijin sat on the stage, singing and playing carefreely. Her clear and cheerful voice, coupled with her lotus-like girlish outfit, made her look even more pink and clean. When the audience was immersed in such an innocent atmosphere, something suddenly happened on the stage.
The lights dimmed, and there was the sound of heavy rain, mixed with the whistling wind that messed up the entire stage. Shangguan Huaijin floated on the stage like a rootless duckweed. At some point, people from nowhere threw clumps of dirty dye on her.
"Why don't you just die, a woman who flatters the powerful and bullies the weak?"
"You unfaithful woman!"
"Bad luck! This is what happens when you act so fickle!"
"You deserved it! It's such a satisfying end for you!"
There were whispers mixed into the storm and penetrated every corner. The audience watched Shangguan Huaijin struggling desperately in such a malicious environment. Her clean pink skirt became dirty, and figures from all directions pressed down on her back, forcing her to kneel down and confess her guilt.
Shangguan Huaijin resisted and got up again and again, his hair disheveled, his dance posture sad and beautiful, and he looked like a dying butterfly as he struggled hard.
Although the audience had already known about Shangguan Huaijin's past through magazine articles, this was the first time that they felt so intuitively how much harm those vicious words could cause to a person.
The sound of the piano became more and more sad, and the silt at the bottom of the pond surged up. Shangguan Huaijin finally stopped struggling, and the originally pure flower bud was submerged in the swamp before it had time to bloom.
The audience's hearts began to tighten, and several female practitioners' eyes became red without them realizing it.
Just when everyone thought Shangguan Huaijin would remain silent, the originally dim stage suddenly became bright. Everyone was dazzled by the dazzling light and closed their eyes slightly. After their vision adjusted, they looked up and found that Shangguan Huaijin, who had been forced into a desperate situation, was still standing in the center of the stage with a smile.
The hem of her pure white dress was covered with traces of splashes of various dyes, but these messy stains did not bring her down - on the contrary, colorful patterns bloomed on her spotless white dress. Under the bright light, Shangguan Huaijin, spinning like a colorful lotus.
She stood there with her hands clasped together, her brows lowered and her eyes closed. Half of her fair face was clean and the other half was stained with colorful dyes. She raised her head slightly in the astonished and shocked eyes of the crowd. Her gentle smile was mixed with undisguised ambition. The colorful fairy belt fluttered gently. Shangguan Huaijin floated in the center of the stage to take her bow, looking like a Bodhisattva statue with a hint of evil.
She is gentle, noble, and ambitious, full of contradictions but also has a unique charm.
The audience was silent at first, and then burst into thunderous applause.
"Good! Those rumors can't do anything to you!"
"Come on! Shangguan Huaijin! I will always support you!"
Especially those fans who have always supported her, who watched Shangguan Huaijin transform from a lady with many worries and who followed the rules step by step into the goddess who stands in the center of the stage and shows herself generously, they were so excited that tears came out of their eyes.
"Shangguan Huaijin ahhhhhhhhh!!! I support you! I will support you all my life!" Wang Zhicai waved the light board in his hand desperately and shouted with other audiences. He had never been so excited before, and he even felt the blood in his body was rushing.
The other second-generation immortal who came with him wasn't much better. He was so moved that tears streamed down his face while he held up the Spirit Shadow Stone to record this beautiful moment:
"Wow... this woman is so damn charming! How can a woman be so beautiful..."
"Yeah! At the beginning of the competition, she couldn't even dance, but now she can dance solo. Sister really works hard!"
The applause and cheers from the audience continued for a long time, and only subsided slightly when Ning Shu came on stage. Looking at Shangguan Huaijin, who was still panting slightly due to the intense exercise, Ning Shu handed him the microphone:
"Huai Jin, we all know you're not good at dancing. Why would you risk doing such a difficult dance in the finals?"
"Because I have something very important to share with my fans." Shangguan Huaijin's face, covered in makeup, smiled brightly. Her eyes held tiny starlights under the stage lights. Her gorgeous face was magnified on the large screens around her.
"This journey is inseparable from the support of fans. I have no way to repay their efforts and kindness, so I present this dance to convey a belief to them:
Don't be afraid of other people's eyes and rumors. We just need to try our best to do everything we want to do to the best of our ability.
Those ridicules and slanders will eventually become part of my brilliant glory - if this feeling can be passed on to the fans, this is my repayment and encouragement to everyone."
"Those ridicules and slanders will eventually become part of my brilliant glory."
Wang Zhicai stood under the stage, watching Shangguan Huaijin, whose cheeks still had color on the big screen, gradually lose sight of his vision.
"The third son of the Wang family is still practicing? I'd say he should just give up!"
"Haha, I heard it took almost a year just to draw the energy into the body. It's simply shocking!"
"Even the reincarnation of a pig demon isn't as stupid as him!"
"His elder and second brothers are such talented people, how could he be so lame?"
"The Wang family has produced two geniuses in a row. Is this retribution?"
"I think it's all in vain for him to try so hard. He might as well just be a second-generation rich kid!"
He had been hearing such sarcasm since he could remember. His Wang family was wealthy, harmonious, and had outstanding descendants, but he was the only stain that could be easily criticized.
Sometimes he couldn't even figure out the meaning of his existence: was it to bring shame to his family? Was God's decision to let him be born into this family just to prove that "every family has its own problems"?
Later, he could no longer bear the ridicule and cold stares and ran away. He left the center of family power and never mentioned cultivation again. He gave up on himself, exiled himself, and degraded himself.
But all this changed after he met Shangguan Huaijin. He could feel his heart, which had been cold and silent for many years, began to beat violently again. In the process of pursuing Shangguan Huaijin, he saw a better self.
"It's decided! After watching this match, I'm going to start practicing diligently again!" Wang Zhicai raised his fist and made a bold statement: "I want to become an even better cultivator, so that I can be worthy of being Miss Shangguan's fan!"
Many audience members in the audience were inspired, and the screams and cheers almost blew the roof off.
"Oh, the first contestant's performance is so outstanding, the pressure on the contestants behind them will be huge!" Ning Shu sighed in distress, then smiled and extended his hand in an invitation gesture:
"Then let's see how the next contestants respond! Please welcome Team Two, Liu Pianpian and Lu Wu, to perform 'Rose Banquet'!"
As soon as they heard Liu Pianpian's name, the audience in the audience started to get agitated again. The fans of Liu Pianpian who had been suppressed just now began to wave their light boards and shout wildly, as if they had found their home court and wanted to shout back the frustration they had just felt.
"Dancing gracefully like a willow tree!
The most beautiful courtesan in the city, the most gorgeous among all the beauties!"
"Dancing gracefully like a willow tree!
The most beautiful courtesan in the city, the most gorgeous among all the beauties!"
They stood up and shouted unified slogans, the light boards and glow sticks in their hands swaying in unison with the rhythm. The originally spacious venue really allowed them to shout in unison and resonate. For a moment, both the stage and the live broadcast screen were filled with their cheering and encouragement.
"What are they shouting? How come so many people are in sync with each other?" Wang Zhicai covered his ears in disgust.
A cultivator next to him leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I heard that the leader of their fan club came up with this idea. He said that mortals would shout encouragement during competitions. Liu Pianpian has only been cultivating for a short time, so he must understand their intentions."
Wang Zhicai couldn't help but roll his eyes. "That idiot Zhang Daoquan only knows how to do this kind of shabby show! Rude! So rude!"
Is it a big deal to have a loud voice? Look at me later and I'll find a literary giant to come up with a loud and elegant slogan for Miss Shangguan to crush you!
【Author’s words】
At this time, Liu Pianpian's fans be like: [Come on][Come on][Come on]
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