A master of comedy!

"Hehe, there's someone who seems a bit angry seeing us being so close~"

Suddenly, Yu Ruyi chuckled softly, gently kissed his earlobe with her red lips, and continued, "Live well, and when the time comes... I will give you a... betrothal gift."

After saying this, Yu Ruyi suddenly lowered her head, and then woke up with a start.

The dazed look in her eyes vanished, but when she saw that she had almost no clothes left on her body, her face instantly turned bright red with embarrassment.

"Miss Yu, hurry up and sing the opera! It's time for that line, 'He was single-mindedly reciting Buddhist scriptures to return to the immortal realm, but seeing that this journey was beyond my control, I had no choice but to devise a plan.' Sing it quickly!"

Yu Ruyi, as expected of an excellent yin-style actor, quickly regained her composure. Although she was extremely embarrassed and angry, she still managed to keep up with the performance.

When she commanded the tiger to retreat in the voice of Manjushri Bodhisattva, Tan Sheng quickly cooperated by making a hand seal, causing the tiger to step down from the platform and transform back into a tiger talisman.

There were no further twists and turns, and the play quickly came to a successful conclusion.

Just before leaving the stage, the audience shouted and teased Yu Ruyi, urging her to take off a few more pieces of clothing.

Backstage, her eyes were filled with tears. She wrapped herself tightly in her costume, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Zhou Sheng has already told her the truth.

But this cruel truth undoubtedly chilled her to the bone.

"Why……"

"Isn't He a righteous god of the underworld? Why is He mocking and humiliating me like this?"

"Did we suffer so much and sweat so much since we were young just to come here and be humiliated and toyed with by them?"

Yu Ruyi's questioning silenced everyone present.

As fellow practitioners of Yin arts, they could empathize with this humiliation, but... what could they do?

Instead of complaining here, we should quickly adjust our mindset and perform well in the next act, because that's how... we can survive.

"Only by living can one have hope of revenge."

The speaker was Tan Sheng. His face remained expressionless, but his voice unusually carried a hint of indescribable emotion.

The actors for the seventh scene have already taken the stage; they should now prepare for the eighth scene.

"After nine shows, it will be dawn. Let's hang in there a little longer."

Others also offered their advice.

"Senior sister, I'll sing the rest of the scenes for you. You should get some rest!"

Yu Ruyi, who still looked quite young, seemed to have matured a lot at this moment. Her eyes became firm, and she offered to help her senior sister share the burden.

"Weakness is the greatest sin."

Tan Sheng glanced at Zhou Sheng and continued, "You keep calling him a successor of the Demon of Drama, but none of the ghosts and gods you fear dare to go on stage and attack him directly."

"And there's Yu Zhensheng, the Demon of Drama. The number of ghosts and gods who died at his hands back then is too many to count on several hands."

"Respect is earned through strength, not through complaining. I only regret that there are too few shady performers like Yu Zhensheng, and too many shady performers like you gentlemen."

He spoke without holding back, and his frankness and directness made many people uncomfortable.

But Zhou Sheng showed a hint of surprise.

“My master, Yu Tianheng, once said something that resonated deeply: he said that if there were only one jade ring in the world, the underworld would be universally hated, but if there were ten jade rings, the underworld would be wary, and if there were a hundred jade rings…”

Tan Sheng slowly raised his eyes, his gaze burning and his voice stirring.

"Then they are the ones who should be performing on stage!"

Everyone was shocked and remained unsettled for a long time.

May you all become the next Yu Zhensheng.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed, and their spirits and energy were transformed, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Even Yu Ruyi, who had just suffered humiliation, wiped away her tears and her gaze became firm.

"I'm getting ready for the next match right away!"

Everyone was back at their posts, their fighting spirit rekindled. Seeing this, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration, marveling at Tan Sheng's reputation as a master of imperial dramas; his impassioned speech was truly inspiring.

After Tan Sheng finished his speech, he quickly regained his calm and composed demeanor, as if a block of wood had come to life, without any ripples or waves.

He crouched down close to Zhou Sheng and whispered, "I was quite offensive for addressing you by your name earlier, please forgive me, Boss Long."

Zhou Sheng looked at him with interest, then suddenly asked, "Grandpa Yu Tianheng, did you really say that about my master?"

"No, I made it all up."

Zhou Sheng: "..."

"So how did he view my master?"

Zhou Sheng was quite curious about this. As fellow masters of Yin-Yang Opera, how would the other party view his master?
Do you want the truth or a lie?

"The truth."

“My master said that Yu Zhensheng is a pile of stinking dog shit.”

Zhou Sheng's face darkened instantly, and the precious sword at his waist jingled.

Tan Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he spoke clearly: "Yu Zhensheng stole my teacher's wife."

Zhou Sheng: "..."

Oh, that's okay.

He coughed, even a little embarrassed. He had long heard that his master was extremely philandering in his early years, and now it seemed no wonder that Aunt Zhu had left in a huff for so many years.

"I bet you're planning to do something very dangerous next."

Tan Sheng suddenly changed the subject and said.

Why are you so sure?

"Because you haven't said anything, some people, when they don't say a word, are often plotting something even more dangerous."

"For you, getting through the Ghost Festival play isn't actually that difficult. The vengeful ghosts below the stage can't threaten you at all. The ones who can really threaten you are... up there."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng gave him a deep look and asked, "You want to join?"

Tan Sheng nodded without hesitation: "They are too weak to help you, but I can."

"You've only reached the stage of opening your ear aperture, haven't you?"

"Before I went to the underworld, my master lent me his natal magic treasure, the Nine Dragon Seal. It contains a dragon energy from the earth's veins. With this, I can impersonate Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for the duration of an incense stick."

"Although I cannot achieve the boundless power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I can still unleash the strength of the fourth or even fifth level in a short period of time."

Upon hearing the words "earth vein dragon energy," Zhou Sheng's heart skipped a beat. Combined with the unusual movements of Ya Zi and Chi Wen, he guessed that the earth vein dragon energy sealed in the Nine Dragon Seal must be one of the nine sons.

No wonder Yu Tianheng has such good fortune in imperial dramas.

However, what the world probably never expected was that after obtaining one of the nine sons, he did not participate in the struggle for supremacy, but instead devoted himself to studying Yin Opera, and eventually achieved unparalleled success in the field of Emperor Opera.

Why do you trust me so much?

Zhou Sheng asked again, "This Tan Sheng seems quite shrewd, how could he reveal his trump card so easily?"

Tan Sheng looked at him, smiled slightly, and uttered two words.

"steamed stuffed bun."

Zhou Sheng was suddenly taken aback.

"Baozi contacted me before he found you. I was going to agree, but he thought I was too ugly to attract the Night Wanderer."

After a pause, Tan Sheng looked at Yu Ruyi with a bitter smile on his face.

"Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that he was right now."

...(End of this chapter)