I'm not a drama god

The first light of dawn shone through the window onto the floor of Jinghong Tower, and Chen Ling, whose opera robes were scattered on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.

After a night's rest, Chen Ling's broken legs had completely healed. In addition, he relied on coins to quickly restore his mental strength throughout the night, and his condition had returned to the peak level before he was chased by the calamity.

Chen Ling stood up, her feet firmly planted on the ground. Her gaze swept across the familiar room and the morning light outside the window, and she suddenly felt a little dazed…

He slept soundly that night, just as he had when he was in the mortal realm.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and first held a "remote meeting" with Liu Qingyan, who was far away in the Ancient Brothel of the Prostitutes, for about half an hour through a thought storm. They dealt with some evening work and also listened to some relevant information from the outside world, mostly about the Spirit Void Realm.

I heard that under Lingxu-jun's "tyranny," the reconstruction of the Tower of Akash has been faster than expected, and preparations are underway to reopen the Tower of Akash.

But at the same time, Chen Ling also heard some other news...

Under the oppression of Lord Lingxu, the Lingxu Realm now seems to be showing signs of internal division.

Chen Ling wasn't surprised that the Tower of Akash was being restarted, but she didn't know if this restart would bring any good news... If it failed again, the powder keg that was the Spirit Void Realm would probably undergo a complete upheaval.

Chen Ling walked lightly down the stairs. The entire Jinghong Tower was still quiet. Kong Baosheng seemed to be sleeping, and Li Qingshan was nowhere to be seen.

With nothing else to do, Chen Ling simply took out a broom from under the counter and began to slowly sweep the theater... The rustling sound of the broom echoed inside the theater. Who would have thought that at this time of undercurrents and panic in the outside world, the Red King of the Twilight Society was leisurely doing odd jobs in a theater?

Sweep, mop, wipe tables and chairs...

As Chen Ling pulled open a drawer in the counter, a play script came into view.

【Wangchun Terrace】.

Chen Ling was well-versed in ancient and modern plays, but he had never heard of this one before. Moreover, judging from the handwriting, it should be the play script that Kong Baosheng had mentioned before, the one he had written himself.

Chen Ling opened the script and glanced at it. It told the story of two close friends who were about to part ways in their hometown, a place called "Wangchuntai," against the backdrop of enemy invasion and a broken country.

These two close friends were named Zhao Ziqian and Li Muyun. Li Muyun, fearing the Hu army would soon storm Wangchuntai, hurriedly packed her bags, preparing to leave her home and flee. Zhao Ziqian, however, firmly believed that General Lin could defeat the enemy and restore peace to their land, so he pleaded with his friend to stay.

The story is not complicated, nor is it particularly amazing, but it is quite good for Kong Baosheng, who wrote the first play script.

Chen Ling put the script back in the drawer, picked up the shovel from the corner, and walked towards the entrance of the theater.

In the flower beds on both sides of the opera house entrance, only withered branches and fallen leaves remained. Just as Chen Ling was about to dig them all up, she suddenly seemed to sense something and her hand stopped in mid-air.

"This aura... is it the Turbid Calamity?" Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

Not long ago, Chen Ling was swallowed by the Chaos, planted with countless seeds, and then drained dry and died... In a sense, Chen Ling had been a part of the Chaos, and was extremely sensitive to its aura. Even the tiny seed remnants remaining in his body could resonate with the aura in this flower bed, as if they were originally one.

There was indeed a very faint trace of foul odor remaining in the flower bed, indicating that it had indeed passed through the ground beneath the flower bed...

But it's gone now.

Even so, Chen Ling could deduce that the turbid calamity would not have been passing through here for long, only a day or two... Moreover, it should have been very weak when it passed through here, and its movement was very hurried, as if it were... searching for a safe place.

In the previous great battle, Zhuozai was directly burst apart by the combined efforts of Su Zhiwei, Yao Qing, and the three of them. At that time, Chen Ling thought that Zhuozai was really dead, but it seemed that it still managed to send out a seed to escape in a panic. Now it seems that this guy is probably hiding somewhere in the Cangyun Realm.

Just as Chen Ling was frowning in thought, a weak figure walked out of the theater.

"Is this Mr. Lin...?"

"Baosheng?" Chen Ling immediately stood up and stepped forward to support the boy's weak body, while saying in a deep voice, "Why didn't you rest in bed? Why did you run out?"

“I heard someone cleaning outside… so I thought I’d come out and see.” Kong Baosheng groped for Chen Ling’s arm with both hands and grabbed the shovel from his hand. “Mr. Lin, I can do these chores, you don’t need to…”

"The most important thing for you right now is to get some rest."

Chen Ling didn't give the child a chance to touch the shovel at all, and directly grabbed his hand, "I just had nothing to do, so I cleaned up a bit... Don't wander around outside, I'll help you back to rest."

To everyone's surprise, Kong Baosheng shook his head. "It's too stuffy in here. I want to come out for some fresh air."

Seeing this, Chen Ling said nothing more. After glancing at the thick clothes on his body, she helped him sit down on the steps at the entrance of the theater.

“I’ve found a doctor who is researching ways to cure the virus… Give him some more time, and your illness will be cured,” Chen Ling said gently and proactively.

"……Um."

Kong Baosheng nodded, his face pale, a smile appearing on his lips. "Thank you, sir."

Just as Kong Baosheng was about to say something, a rumbling sound came from his stomach. He was slightly startled, then scratched his head sheepishly...

"Hungry?" Chen Ling smiled slightly.

"...Yes...a little."

"I'll get you something to eat."

Chen Ling stood up and walked to the kitchen. Following Kong Baosheng's instructions from yesterday, she found the "dry rations" in the cupboard... There were a few hard pieces of bread and one or two cans of food, but judging from the production date, they seemed to have expired.

Chen Ling frowned slightly. He carried these items to the entrance of the theater and couldn't help but ask:

"Is this all you usually eat?"

“Sir, there really isn’t much food left in the Hidden Cloud Realm.” Kong Baosheng smiled bitterly. “Besides, I’m blind, so I can’t compete with the other people… These few cans of food were only brought over for me by Mr. Li through his connections.”

Looking at the thin, frail boy before him, Chen Ling felt a mix of emotions. After a moment of silence, he knelt down beside him.

"Is there anything you want to eat? Not the bread or anything like that... it's something you really want to eat."

"...Anything is fine?"

"whatever."

Chen Ling responded earnestly.

Kong Baosheng tilted his head, thought carefully for a while, and then cautiously spoke:

"Sir... I'd like to eat a birthday cake."