Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 219

Chapter 219 Boring Performance

“Brother, I see everyone rushing over to see the New Year’s performance. Is it so captivating?”

Jiang Li noticed many families in the Royal City heading towards the center. Using his spiritual sense, he spotted the Duochi Kingdom’s New Year’s performance ahead and stopped a passerby to ask.

The passerby wasn’t annoyed by being stopped, but rather eager to answer Jiang Li’s question.

“From your speech and appearance, you’re not from here, are you?” the passerby said proudly. “Our Duochi Kingdom’s New Year’s performance is truly exceptional. No other city can compare. Look at those people—they’re from other cities, coming here specifically to see it.”

“My name is Qi Tongxin. Since you’re alone, why don’t you come with us?” Perhaps because Qi Tongxin was naturally like that, or perhaps because it was New Year’s, Qi Tongxin was very welcoming and invited Jiang Li to go with their family. “

Then let’s go and see it,” Jiang Li nodded.

Because the performance was so crowded that it was impossible to see clearly from a distance, the authorities erected eight giant mirrors, synchronized with the stage performance, and deployed amplifying instruments to ensure everyone could see and hear clearly.

The performance on stage was a song, not a widely circulated folk song, not a festive and festive aria, and certainly not the latest work by a renowned composer.

“…Emperor Jiang has reigned for five hundred years. Who can rival him…”

“…The strongest of all ages…”

“…A model for cultivators…”

This song praised Jiang Li, and some parts didn’t rhyme, as if it had been improvised.

There was much applause from the audience, perfectly timed and appropriate, as if it had been rehearsed.

“Even during the New Year, we can’t forget Emperor Jiang,” Qi Tongxin explained awkwardly, feeling unconvincing and incoherent. He had

just finished praising his own country’s performance, and then the performance faltered.

Hadn’t it been like this in previous years?

“Well said, as the people of Jiuzhou and the subjects of the Human Emperor, we must always remember the kindness of the Human Emperor in fighting against the demons and saving the common people!” said an audience member, who thought the performance on stage was very good.

Jiang Li said nothing and continued to watch the performance.

The next one was a skit, which talked about how everyone should respond to the call of the Human Emperor Palace, work hard to increase the coverage rate of cultivators, and strive to allow more mortals to become cultivators.

The audience still applauded and laughed, as if they were applauding from the bottom of their hearts and were amused.

Jiang Li did not think this skit was funny, and Qi Tongxin’s family did not think so either.

They felt out of place in this world, as if they were the only ones who did not find it funny.

“It is normal to have one or two mediocre performances occasionally.” Qi Tongxin gritted his teeth, convinced that tonight’s performance was very good.

“You’re wrong. This skit is definitely not ordinary. Look, it mentions the requirements of the Human Emperor Palace, clearly showing its unwavering support for the latter. This stance alone is enough to make it stand out.”

“Add to that the hilarious jokes, and it’s no exaggeration to call it top-notch, top-notch!” The same audience member disagreed with Qi Tongxin, refuting his point.

“This is top-notch, are you kidding?” Qi Tongxin doubted his ears.

“Honestly,” the audience member said firmly.

Qi Tongxin shook his head, finding the other party unreasonable.

“Brother, what do you think of the skit?” the audience member asked Jiang Li.

Jiang Li remained silent.

Skit after skit.

This skit revolved around a husband who, in response to the Human Emperor Palace’s call, treated a spiritual treasure with great kindness. His wife, however, believed it was merely an object and deserved no such treatment. The two argued endlessly, resulting in some hilarious amusement. Finally, the son, returning from the academy, explained to his mother that spiritual treasures were of great benefit to humanity and that the Human Emperor Palace encouraged them to treat them with respect, in accordance with the Great Zhou Dynasty’s “Lingbao Law” and the Daoist Sect’s Lingbao Contract.

The mother suddenly realized, finally understanding that a spiritual treasure’s life was a life of its own, and began to treat it with respect.

The son drawled, “Mom and Dad, it’s New Year’s! Let’s make dumplings together!”

His parents echoed, “Yes, let’s make dumplings!” The skit

concluded with a surge of emotion.

The audience continued to applaud.

Jiang Li no longer wanted to watch these performances; they were a complete waste of time.

Qi Tongxin stopped trying to defend herself and instead squatted on the ground, digging out a house with such embarrassment.

Jiang Li realized that it was always the same people who applauded and laughed.

There were actually very few people clapping and laughing, but these people always made a noise that sounded like millions of people, which could easily give people the illusion of being there.

These people were usually called “shills.”

“Brother, you have to believe me. Previous performances weren’t this awkward,” Qi Tongxin said, not noticing that the audience beside him was looking at him as if he were a corpse.

“I believe it.”

Jiang Li truly believed it. He could tell that these performances were rushed together, prioritizing a clear theme. If they had artistic quality, that would be great. If they didn’t, and were boring, that didn’t matter, because there were people responsible for setting the mood.

“The performances aren’t interesting, and the New Year’s atmosphere is half gone. The performances in other cities are better than the one in the royal city,” Qi Tongxin sighed, wanting to drag his wife and children home.

“I actually think this year’s performance is the best ever.” The audience member insisted on his point of view. “Not only does it promote the concept of the Human Emperor Palace and respond to the call to educate while entertaining, but people are also educated while watching, killing two birds with one stone.”

“The performances in other cities have no central idea. What use are they other than making people laugh?”

Qi Tongxin no longer wanted to talk to this person.

Being educated on New Year’s Day is crazy.

“Don’t rush home. You’re being targeted. Maybe tomorrow’s autopsy by the government will result in the result that you were stabbed in the back seven times and committed suicide.”

Qi Tongxin said angrily: “Brother, even if I took you to see a boring performance, you can’t curse me like this.”

“I didn’t curse you. You’re indeed being targeted, and it’s because you kept saying the show was boring next to me that someone’s been keeping you in their sight,” Jiang Li explained. “This whole thing started with me, so naturally I have to keep your family safe.”

Jiang Li turned and said to the others, “You’re right, Duchi King Lupin.”

The audience, who had insisted that tonight’s show was a good one, froze. “Big brother, did you recognize the wrong person?”

Jiang Li sneered. “It seems you’re so confident in your ability to conceal your aura that you think you can even hide it from me?”

Duchi King Lupin was forced to admit his identity. “Human Emperor’s Eyes, I’m Lupin. But Lupin isn’t that kind of person. I would never have murderous intentions towards him.”

“Really? So that hint of murderous aura I just sensed was an illusion?”

Lupin didn’t answer.

Qi Tongxin’s family was stunned, not daring to believe what the two were saying.

From what they were saying, could it be that one was Human Emperor Jiang Li and the other was Duchi King, and that Duchi King wanted to kill him just because he said the show was boring?

Even on New Year’s Day, such jokes were out of the question.

(End of Chapter)