A master of comedy!

"Yu Tianheng? Is that the grandmaster of old male roles, hailed as the foremost singer of emperors throughout history?"

Upon hearing this name, many people's eyes widened in surprise, revealing expressions of admiration.

Clearly, they were very familiar with the name, having heard it many times before, and even showed expressions of admiration like theatergoers.

"I've heard that when Master Yu sings imperial operas, there are extraordinary phenomena of dragons soaring through the sky. His voice is like that of a dragon and a tiger, and he has the unique skill of three-fold roars. With each roar, it's as if he holds the mandate of heaven in his mouth, commanding mountains and rivers, and intimidating all demons!"

“In our lineage of Yin Xi Masters, very few people can live past thirty years old. This Master Yu is one of them. It’s just a pity that this master is elusive and rarely seen.”

Hearing the praise and admiration everyone expressed for their master, Tan Sheng showed no arrogance. Instead, he remained calm and composed, neither proud nor impatient.

"I wonder who this hero's teacher was?"

Tan Sheng looked at Zhou Sheng and asked.

Fatty Song was slightly surprised. Before his benefactor arrived, Tan Sheng never spoke. He stood quietly in the cage, never complaining of being cold, and never responding to questions.

Until his benefactor appeared, his gaze seemed to be entirely focused on him.

Zhou Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, my name is Zhou Sheng, my stage name is Ru Yunlong, and my master is... Yu Zhensheng."

Although he knew that his master might not have a good reputation among the Yin-Yang practitioners, he still spoke frankly and openly, without hiding anything.

He is Yu Zhensheng's apprentice and a successor of the once-famous Zhao Family Troupe.

His master had painstakingly nurtured him for sixteen years. If he dared not even utter his master's name because of the slightest hesitation, or if he made up someone else's name, that would be the greatest disrespect.

As expected, the moment Yu Zhensheng uttered those three words, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

"But...but is it the 'jade' of jade, the 'vibrant' of vigor, and the 'sound' of sound?"

Fatty Song's lips trembled slightly as he subconsciously asked.

Zhou Sheng nodded and said, "My master is Yu Zhensheng, the head of the Zhao Family Troupe, the one you're thinking of... Yu Zhensheng."

In an instant, many people moved away from Zhou Sheng, their gazes becoming unusually complicated.

"The Demon of Drama... is he still alive?"

"He's actually... the successor of the Demon of Drama?"

"It's all over, it's all over. How many ghosts and gods in the underworld did the Demon of Drama kill back then? If we perform ghost plays with his successors, we'll definitely be targeted by the ghosts and gods..."

Many people were pale-faced and looked anxious.

Among the Yin Opera Masters, who hasn't heard the legend of the Opera Demon? He's a complete madman, a prodigy who appears only once every thousand years in the Yin Opera Master lineage, and leads what's known as the strongest opera troupe in the world.

But he chose to perform a forbidden play, causing countless spirits to perish and shaking the underworld, making the already dangerous world of the Yin Opera performer even worse.

The reason they are so exploited and suffer all kinds of humiliation in the underworld today is largely due to Yu Zhensheng.

"Gentlemen, regardless of what you think of my master, our most important task today is to get out of here alive. Therefore, we must put aside our differences and work together, because a solo act doesn't make a show—"

Zhou Sheng opened his mouth to speak, but was rudely interrupted halfway through.

"Stop pretending to be benevolent! We've fallen to this state all because of your master! One of you is a great demon, and the other is a little demon!"

One of the handsome young men stepped forward angrily and pointed his finger at Zhou Sheng's nose.

"Hey, watch your mouth! No matter who his master is, he's my savior!"

Fatty Song couldn't help but shove the man.

The sisters Yu Ruyi and Yu Ruyi advised, "Let's stop arguing. No matter what, Senior Yu is a grandmaster and leader of our Yinxi lineage. Don't go too far!"

"Bah! That old devil calls himself a grandmaster? A wicked old beast who has harmed countless people—"

Clang!
The sound of the blades rang out like thunder, and their flashes were like lightning.

Pfft!
A head rolled to the ground; it belonged to the young man who had been spouting insults at Yu Zhensheng. Although he was young, he possessed considerable skill, which was why he dared to be so arrogant in front of Zhou Sheng.

In his view, although Zhou Sheng was powerful, he would not dare to make a move under the pressure of being condemned by everyone.

And the play is about to start, so the fewer people there are, the greater the danger.

However, having had his head severed by Yazi, he was no longer able to utter a single unnecessary word.

A foot stepped on the head, thunderous energy roaring and flashing. With a crack, the head shattered into wisps of yin energy, and the opponent's soul dissipated along with it.

This person's physical body will never be able to awaken again.

Chant!
Zhou Sheng slowly sheathed the ring-pommel sword, the sound of which was crisp and loud, carrying an invisible sense of intimidation.

"It seems I need to change my approach to get your attention."

"In that case..."

Zhou Sheng slowly raised his eyes, the murderous intent in them almost solidifying into a crimson light, like a raging fire.

The terrifying atmosphere was like a harsh winter passing through, turning the entire theater into an ice cave.

"Then let's try a different way of speaking."

His voice was like muffled thunder as he stared at the young occult practitioners before him, grinning and revealing sharp, white teeth.

"Since you say I am a demon, then so be it."

"However, I advise you to think before you speak... after all, the devil can get angry."

Most eighteen-year-old Yinxi practitioners are still in the stage of practicing basic skills. At most, they have sung Yinxi a few times with their masters and helped exorcise some evil spirits.

Zhou Sheng, on the other hand, was a true expert who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Every enemy he faced was a ruthless and bloodthirsty demon.

Night Wanderer, Judge Lu, Great General, Dragon Flower Sect, Yin Mountain Ghost King...

Leaving aside his nearly century-long cultivation, the sheer ferocity and aura he exuded, having fought his way through countless powerful enemies, was enough to make these inexperienced newcomers tremble in fear.

"First, what kind of opera will we be performing?"

Zhou Sheng sat down with an air of authority, the Yazi eyes on the hilt of his sword still slightly twitching, staring intently at the crowd.

"Mulian Opera, best performed during the Ghost Festival...Mulian Opera is the best."

One person hurriedly spoke in a trembling voice, and the others echoed him.

Zhou Sheng nodded, as he thought so too. Mulian Opera, also known as Ghost Opera, is said to be the most popular play among ghosts.

In addition, the structure of Mulian Opera is extremely grand, known as "Forty-Eight Mulian Operas", with a total of hundreds of scenes, enough to last for three days and three nights.

Of course, they only need to perform until dawn; they don't have to finish the entire performance.

"Secondly, who will sing the first song?"

Zhou Sheng asked again, and this time everyone looked at each other without answering.

The beginning is the most difficult and the easiest to make mistakes in. At this time, the evil spirit has not yet fully immersed itself, and danger is most likely to occur.

"I'll sing the opening song of the Spirit Official; who among you would like to join me?"

Zhou Sheng asked again.

After a brief silence, Fatty Song gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and said, "I'll do it!"

Yu Ruyi led her junior sister forward and said, "I'm willing too."

Several more people spoke up after that.

Afterwards, Zhou Sheng asked a few more questions, quickly assigning roles and finalizing details.

The entire process proceeded smoothly without any further discussion or argument.

"Great, I like this efficiency."

The precious sword at Zhou Sheng's waist slowly turned into a stream of light and dissipated, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish. He stared at the crowd, his voice like the whistling of a blade.

"Finally, a reminder to everyone."

"I don't care what people say behind my back, just be careful I don't hear it, especially those who dare to insult my master..."

"Be careful, I have already opened my ears."

...(End of this chapter)