Chapter 1621: Wangchun Platform

Wangchun Platform

The faint light of the early morning sun shone through the window, illuminating the floor of the Jinghong Theater. Chen Ling, whose Theatrical Robe was scattered on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

After a night's rest, Chen Ling's originally severed feet had completely recovered. Coupled with relying on the coin to rapidly recover his Spiritual Power all night, his condition had also recovered to the peak level before being pursued by the Calamity of Mockery.

Chen Ling stepped his feet on the ground and stood up. His gaze swept over the familiar room and the morning light outside the window, suddenly feeling somewhat in a daze...

This night, he slept very peacefully, just like when he was in the Red Dust Domain back then.

Chen Ling took a deep breath. First, he held a "remote meeting" for about half an hour with Liu Qingyan, who was far away in the Ancient Vault of the Courtesan Path, through Thought Storm, handling some Dusk Society work. At the same time, he also listened to some relevant intelligence from the outside world, most of which was about the Spirit Void Domain.

He heard that under the "tyranny" of the Lord of Spirit Void, the reconstruction speed of the Akashic Tower exceeded expectations, and recently they were preparing to turn on the Akashic Tower again.

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

The current Spirit Void Domain, under the oppression of the Lord of Spirit Void, seemed to have faint signs of internal division.

Chen Ling's footsteps were light as he slowly walked down the stairs. The entire Jinghong Theater was still completely quiet. Kong Baosheng seemed to still be sleeping, and Li Qingshan was nowhere to be found.

Having nothing to do, Chen Ling directly found a broom from under the counter and began to unhurriedly clean up the Theater House... The rustling sound of the broom echoed in the building. Who could have imagined that at this time when undercurrents were surging in the outside world and people were in a state of panic, the Red King of the Dusk Society was leisurely doing chores in a Theater House.

Sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, wiping the tables and chairs...

As Chen Ling pulled open a drawer of the counter, an Opera Script entered his line of sight.

[Wangchun Platform].

Chen Ling could be considered well-read in ancient and modern Opera Scripts, but he had indeed never heard of the one before him. Moreover, judging from the handwriting on it, it should be the Opera Script that Kong Baosheng had mentioned earlier, which he had written himself.

Chen Ling flipped open the Opera Script and took a rough look. It told the story of two intimate friends who were about to part ways at a place called "Wangchun Platform" in their hometown, under the background of an enemy army invading the country and the mountains and rivers being shattered.

Of these two friends, one was named Zhao Ziqian, and the other was Li Muyun. Because Li Muyun was worried that the Barbarian Soldiers were about to charge their way to the Wangchun Platform, he hurriedly packed his bags, preparing to leave his hometown and flee as a vagabond. Zhao Ziqian, on the other hand, firmly believed that General Lin could repel the enemy army and return them a peaceful land, so he urged his friend to stay, hoping he wouldn't leave.

The story wasn't complex, nor was there anything particularly stunning about it, but this was Kong Baosheng's first time writing an Opera Script. Being able to write to this level was already very good.

Chen Ling put the Opera Script back into the drawer, picked up a Shovel from the corner, and walked towards the entrance of the Theater House.

In the flower beds on both sides of the Theater House entrance, only some withered branches and rotten leaves remained at this moment. Just as Chen Ling was preparing to dig them all out, he suddenly seemed to sense something, his palm pausing in mid-air.

"This Aura... is the Calamity of Corruption?" Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

Not long ago, Chen Ling had just been swallowed into the abdomen by the Calamity of Corruption, planted with countless seeds by it, and then forcefully sucked dry to death... In a certain sense, Chen Ling had become a part of the Calamity of Corruption, and couldn't be more 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 body.

Indeed, an extremely faint trace of the Calamity of Corruption's Aura remained in the flower bed, indicating that it had indeed passed through the underground of this flower bed...

But now, it was no longer here.

Even so, Chen Ling could deduce that the time the Calamity of Corruption passed by here wouldn't have been too long, just a day or two... Moreover, it should have been extremely weak when it passed by here, and its movement path was extremely hasty, as if... searching for a safe place?

During the previous great battle, the Calamity of Corruption had been directly burst by the combined efforts of Su Zhiwei, Yao Qing, and himself. At that time, Chen Ling thought the Calamity of Corruption was truly dead, but it seemed it still split off a seed to flee in panic. Looking at it now, this guy was most likely hiding somewhere in the Hidden Clouds Domain.

Just as Chen Ling was frowning in thought, a frail figure walked out from inside the Theater House.

"Is it Mr. Lin..."

"Baosheng?" Chen Ling immediately stood up, stepping forward to support the youth's frail body, while speaking in a low voice, "Why did you run out instead of resting in bed?"

"I thought I heard someone cleaning outside... so I thought I'd come out and take a look." Kong Baosheng felt around Chen Ling's arm with both hands and grabbed the Shovel in his hand. "Mr. Lin, just let me do these chores, you don't need to..."

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

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

Who knew Kong Baosheng actually shook his head. "It's too stuffy in the room, I want to come out and get some fresh air."

Seeing this, Chen Ling didn't say anything more. After his gaze swept over the thick clothes on his body, he helped him sit down on the steps at the entrance of the Theater House.

"I found a doctor, he is researching a way to solve the virus... Give him a bit more time, and your illness can be cured." Chen Ling took the initiative to speak gently.

"...Mhm."

Kong Baosheng nodded with a pale little face, a smile surfacing on the corners of his mouth. "Thank you, Mister."

Just as Kong Baosheng was about to say something, a rumbling sound rang out from his stomach. He froze slightly, then scratched his head in embarrassment...

"Hungry?" Chen Ling smiled slightly.

"...A... a little."

"I'll go get you something to eat."

Chen Ling stood up and walked toward the Kitchen. According to what Kong Baosheng said yesterday, he found the 'dry rations' in the cabinet... It was a few pieces of hard Bread, and one or two canned goods, but looking at the production date, they seemed to have already expired.

Chen Ling frowned slightly. He brought these things to the entrance of the Theater House and couldn't resist asking:

"You usually, just eat these?"

"Mister, there really isn't much food left in the Hidden Clouds Domain now." Kong Baosheng smiled bitterly. "Moreover, my eyes can't see, I can't snatch it from other citizens... Even these few cans, Mister Li used his connections to help me bring them over."

Chen Ling looked at this emaciated and frail youth before him, an indescribable feeling in his heart. After a moment of silence, he squatted directly beside him:

"Is there anything you want to eat? I don't mean these Breads and such... I mean what you truly want to eat."

"...Anything is fine?"

"Anything is fine."

Chen Ling responded seriously.

Kong Baosheng tilted his head, thinking carefully for a while, before speaking cautiously:

"Mister... I want to eat a birthday cake."