A master of comedy!

Although the messenger really hoped Zhou Sheng would accept the invitation, the knife wound she had just suffered had truly terrified her.

She had realized that this Boss Long, who was known as the successor of the Demon of Play, was different from all the other sorcerers she had encountered before.

Besides his unfathomable cultivation level, his personality was also ruthless and domineering. That cold, knife-like glance just now almost made her think she was going to die.

A surge of demonic energy caused her feathered robes to become detached from her flesh, and her body rapidly shrank, transforming into a bluebird that desperately flapped its wings to escape.

……

"This 'Queen Mother' is no ordinary person. The Zhou Family Troupe is newly established, so we should be careful."

Yao Taifeng observed the invitation to the play and offered her advice.

Zhou Sheng nodded: "I'll ask my master when I get back. He's very knowledgeable and should know where this Queen Mother comes from."

He didn't think that the other party's invitation to perform a ghost opera was simply because of a birthday banquet.

The fact that they dared to be the first to post a play at this critical juncture shows that they have plenty of confidence.

"Ahem, speaking of which, the play 'Battle of Wancheng' isn't finished yet, so how about we... continue?"

Zhou Sheng said tentatively.

The atmosphere that had been painstakingly built up vanished with this letter, and what was supposed to be a natural progression now felt somewhat awkward.

Yao Tai Feng rolled her eyes at him and laughed, "Boss Long, you've cut down the gate of my temple, aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"

Looking at the empty doorway and the shattered wooden door, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but smile sullenly.

"Even if what just happened hadn't happened, this play couldn't continue."

Yao Taifeng sighed: "I have just entered the path of divinity and am in the critical stage of condensing my incense and golden body. I cannot... damage my yin energy."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

So he's fine now, but Yaotai Feng is having problems?
As if worried that Zhou Sheng would say she broke her promise, she glanced around to make sure no one was there, then took his hand and said with a smile, "Zheng Chenghuang said I have a high talent and learn very quickly. I believe I will be able to condense my golden body soon."

"By then... I'll accompany you to finish... the rest of the show."

"Of course, it's just performing opera; you're not allowed to think about anything else."

She raised the gleaming silver spear in her hand as a threat.

"Other? What's 'other'?"

Zhou Sheng pretended not to understand and deliberately teased him.

The next moment, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his waist and abdomen as the slender, radiant hand pinched him, causing him to gasp.

"Boss Long, you've worked hard to graduate. Let me give you a massage. Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts, be gentle."

"Pain indicates kidney problems."

"No wonder, I was wondering why I didn't feel anything."

Zhou Sheng said expressionlessly.

With a smile in her phoenix eyes, Yao Tai released his hand and then gently rubbed it with her palm. Gazing at his handsome and otherworldly face, she parted her red lips slightly.

"Boss Long, I heard that you made a great impression in the underworld this time. Not only did you get rid of Judge Lu, but you also won the heart of the dignified Night Wanderer. It's truly enviable."

Zhou Sheng gasped in shock, a chill running down his spine.

"W-Who told you that?"

"The successor of the Demon of Drama stepped onto the stage to slay the judge, and the Night Wanderer fell in love at first sight and decided to spend his life with him. This saying has spread far and wide. I was just beginning to cultivate the path of gods, and I had also heard of it."

She paused, then sighed, "I just don't know if that lady will allow a little god like me to enter her home."

Zhou Sheng felt a chill run down his spine and silently cursed the demons and monsters in the underworld who spread rumors.

They should all go to the Hell of Tongue Pulling!

……

That night, Zhou Sheng slunk away from the Temple of the God of Drama and returned home.

At the prime of their youth, with spring in full bloom, how can they possibly calm their minds?
Fueled by rage, he knocked on Jinse's door.

After playing the "Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra," he finally regained his composure. He then studied the zither with Teacher Jinse until late at night before returning to his room. His master was sitting at the table, examining the play invitation by candlelight.

"The more women you have, the more trouble you'll cause. When you get to my age, you'll know how comfortable it is to be alone."

Yu Zhensheng sighed without looking up, a knowing smile on his face.

Zhou Sheng sneered and slowly uttered two words: "Xiao Yu".

Yu Zhensheng's smile froze instantly, and the veins on his hand holding the invitation bulged and cracked.

"You brat, are you asking for a beating again?"

The sound was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Master, how did you and Meng Po meet? What happened between you? How far did your relationship go?"

"And how many teachers' wives do I actually have?"

Zhou Sheng asked the questions that he had always been curious about.

Yu Zhensheng said irritably, "What, do you think my place is too shabby and want to go and seek refuge with some rich master's wife?"

"Master, you know what, I'm actually a little tempted—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck hard.

“It’s good that you’re interested. In that case, go and seek refuge with this ‘Queen Mother.’ With her wealth, she could support you for eight lifetimes.”

"Master, this Queen Mother is also yours..."

"Don't talk nonsense. We only had some interaction in the past, but we've become estranged."

Zhou Sheng understood; this meant that the two had once been intimate, but had broken up for some reason.

"Master, who exactly is this Queen Mother, that she dares to call her temple a Heavenly Palace?"

"Heavenly Palace..."

Yu Zhensheng recited the two words, a ripple flashing in his eyes.

"If we're talking about pure luxury and pleasure, even the real heavenly palace in mythology might not be able to compare to it."

"That was a true... paradise."

"At the same time, it also hides unknown horrors and dangers. Those who have been there usually only have two endings: one is death, and the other is never wanting to come back, preferring to abandon their wives and children and give up everything rather than leave that heavenly palace."

These words undoubtedly piqued Zhou Sheng's curiosity, and he continued to ask, "Master, what kind of bliss is this?"

Yu Zhensheng sneered, "No matter what kind of bliss you go to, it has nothing to do with you. In short, you must not go, otherwise you probably won't want to come back."

Zhou Sheng disagreed.

"However, there are indeed many treasures in that palace. When you break through the sixth level and open your mind aperture, you can go there to try your luck and destiny."

"As for the Queen Mother, she is indeed very powerful, but she cannot leave that Heavenly Palace. As long as you don't go there, you don't need to worry that she will be angry because of your refusal."

Zhou Sheng understood the unspoken meaning in his master's words.

That Queen Mother is probably extremely arrogant and vengeful. If the sorcerer doesn't accept her invitation, she might even hold a grudge and retaliate.

However, she could not leave the area called the Heavenly Palace.

"Alright, I'll keep this invitation for you, in case you act recklessly and decide to go and enjoy some extreme pleasure."

After saying this, Yu Zhensheng put the invitation away and turned to leave.

After returning to his room, his eyes flashed, and he took out the play invitation again, chanted a spell, and finally touched the Queen Mother's fingerprint with his finger.

Smoke rose and flames appeared.

This incredibly tough and invulnerable play script suddenly burst into flames and gradually turned to ashes.

Within the flames, a pair of majestic eyes seemed to suddenly open.

Yu Zhensheng met his gaze without fear, his voice clear and resonant.

"Don't even think about making a move on my apprentice, or else..."

"I can sing 'Exploring the Underworld Mountain,' and I can also sing 'Havoc in Heaven.'" (End of Chapter)