Chapter 73: Obtaining the Signature!

A rare expression of awkwardness crept onto Tian Lingling’s face upon hearing An Lin’s question.

“What is it? You can’t do it?” An Lin asked worriedly.

Tian Lingling did not answer his question. “Actually… you’ve dealt with Dongfang Xue before…”

“I’ve dealt with her before!?” An Lin was startled upon hearing this.

A sly smile appeared on Tian Lingling’s face. “Dongfang Xue is the Calm Celestial Maiden in the WeChat group.”

“Calm Celestial Maiden…”

An Lin’s pupils contracted slightly as a series of images began to surface in his mind.

The first time Calm Celestial Maiden appeared in the group was when she was shocked to the extent of fainting and vomiting blood upon hearing about An Lin’s insanely fast progression in cultivation…

The second time Calm Celestial Maiden appeared in the group was when she begged him to let her participate in the mission to exterminate the Evil Spirit King.

However, at that time, An Lin had filled his quota for cultivators at the Tenth Stage Dao Body and thus refused her pleas without a second thought…

“This…” An Lin was a little dumbfounded.

An Lin remained silent for a long time before sighing to himself. “You reap what you sow…”

As friends from the same group chat, he might’ve had a chance at obtaining her signature.

But now, An Lin had unintentionally hurt her over and over again with his rejection. If he was to ask for a signature now, would she give him one?

She would probably give him a slap across the face instead…

God was fair after all!

An Lin slumped hopelessly in his chair, a crestfallen expression on his face.

Tian Lingling had also realized the situation. She could only stand to the side with a pained look on her face, not really sure of what to say.

“Well… if you really wanted the signature, it’s not impossible, but it’s gonna cost you…”

Tian Lingling said after a moment of hesitation.

“What’s it going to cost me?” An Lin regained a bit of his composure before turning to look at Tian Lingling’s pained expression.

“Big Sister Dongfang owes me a favor. Even though she never signs autographs, if I were to beg her, she would still oblige. The only thing is… you know…” Tian Lingling sighed whilst stroking her forehead, “favors can only be redeemed once…”

An Lin thought to himself for a bit before making an offer. “Twenty spirit stones!”

Tian Lingling was still a little hesitant. “To be honest, this task is really not any easier than collecting photos from fifty female cultivators…”

Just as An Lin was about to offer one hundred spirit stones, Tian Lingling came up with a proposal of her own. “How about thirty spirit stones! I’ll give you a hand if you’re willing to fork out thirty!”

An Lin blinked with a blank expression on his face. “Uh… yeah, ok!”

A barely detectable smirk emerged on Tian Lingling’s face upon hearing An Lin’s answer.

Ha! He’s the perfect combination of dumb and rich… It’s just an autograph, if I was to personally ask for one, of course Big Sister Dongfang would sign one for me. I’ve just swindled him out of another thirty spirit stones, what easy money!

Unbeknownst to Tian Lingling, a barely detectable smile had also surfaced on An Lin’s face upon hearing Tian Lingling’s proposal.

Little lolis are really easy to swindle… A mere thirty spirit stones are nothing compared to the eight hundred spirit stones offered to me as remuneration for obtaining the autograph! Even after forking out thirty spirit stones, I would still make a profit of seven hundred and seventy, what easy money!

Each of them became engrossed in their own thoughts, their moods both lifting significantly.

Tian Lingling began to investigate Dongfang Xue’s whereabouts, soon discovering that she was set to appear at a concert in Rong City tonight.

Huh, what a coincidence!

Even the Gods were on her side!

At this time, the night was only young and the concert had just begun.

There was more than enough time for An Lin and Tian Lingling to make their way to the concert.

Just like that, the two of them set off to the venue where the concert was being held.

…

Tian Lingling tried to contact Dongfang Xue, but she appeared to be busy and did not reply to her messages.

Having received no reply, Tian Lingling made a phone call directly to the general manager of the Tianyu Organisation, requesting backstage access to the concert.

Her identity as the daughter of the chairman of the Tianyu Organisation was like a universal green light, and all the staff at the concert were notified in less than ten minutes.

Shortly after, the two of them arrived at the concert venue.

Despite the fact that An Lin was still outside the venue, he could still see the tens of thousands of white glow sticks waving rhythmically in the night. It made the venue a sea of white, giving it a sense of mystical beauty.

The sound of mesmerizing music filled the air, putting all the concert-goers in a trance-like state.

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It had to be said, Dongfang Xue was a fantastic singer.

If you were to give An Lin a chair, he felt like he could sit outside the venue and listen to the concert from there until its conclusion!

Many of her fans had indeed brought their own chairs, sitting outside the venue, listening to the music with a look of enjoyment on their faces.

An Lin did a rough headcount and found that there were at least several thousand people…

An Lin was left speechless in shock. He felt like his worldview had been completely tipped on its head by the sheer influence of Dongfang Xue’s music.

These were probably all fans who couldn’t get tickets.

But a mere wall could not impede their passion, and they could sit on a chair outside the venue and still enjoy the concert from there.

An Lin and Tian Lingling snuck into the venue through the back door, making a smooth journey backstage to where Dongfang Xue’s makeup room was.

They received a warm welcome from Ms. Liu, who was Dongfang Xue’s manager.

Although Ms. Liu did not know who the man was, she certainly recognized the petite little girl accompanying him. Not only was she a great friend of Dongfang Xue, but she was also the daughter of the chairman of the Tianyu Organisation. Ms. Liu naturally did not dare to cast a cold shoulder to someone of her status.

Dongfang Xue was still singing onstage. The duration of the concert was two hours, during which, she only sang five songs.

She filled the remaining time by either inviting other concert-goers to sing or by playing some footage on the big screen for everyone to see. In any case, she stuck to her resolution of only five songs with the utmost wilfulness!

She was now already on her third song, a song named ‘A City Painted From Sand’.

Even backstage in the makeup room, An Lin could still clearly hear her singing.

Dongfang Xue’s light-spirited voice contained a hint of jaded maturity. The song was filled with a bleak sense of resignation and desolation at the unpredictable nature of life.

The song involuntarily evoked a certain image in the listeners’ minds, as if they could see a maiden standing atop the walls of an ancient city submerged in sand, lightly singing a nostalgic song.

A song could not only express emotions, but also an artistic concept.

It was clear that Dongfang Xue had mastered the expression of both these aspects in her singing.

The song may have concluded, but the emotions it evoked continued to remain in the listeners’ minds long after the conclusion of the song itself.

Dongfang Xue was about to return to her makeup room and An Lin was beginning to feel quite anxious.

This was partly due to his prior rejection of her pleas…

However, another big part of this was because he suddenly felt like a starstruck fan about to meet his idol.

It was true, An Lin had already fallen to the charms of Dongfang Xue’s music…

The sound of light footsteps began to approach the room as a delightful voice sounded from the other side of the door.

“Ms. Liu, make me a cup of jasmine tea.”

A woman came through the door at the conclusion of the sentence.

She wore a light brown dress which perfectly sheathed her lithe and graceful frame. Her skin was white as snow and her eyes were like rippling water, giving the onlooker a sense of mesmerization.

This was a woman filled with a classical sense of beauty.

An Lin did not know why, but he suddenly felt a sense of serenity within his heart at the sight of her.

“Big Sister Dongfang!”

Tian Lingling jumped on her excitedly, using the advantage of her short stature to bury her face in Dongfang Xue’s chest.

Dongfang Xue was clearly a little taken aback before recovering her composure and rubbing Tian Lingling’s head with a doting smile of adoration on her face. “Who would have thought that you’d be here tonight, I thought you weren’t interested in my music?”

An Lin immediately fell into a frenzy of rage. Not interested in her music?

What kind of inhumane person was she?

An Lin was not even aware of this himself, but he had just completed his transformation in becoming a retarded superfan…

Tian Lingling giggled as she wrapped her arms around Dongfang Xue’s thin frame. “I missed you!”

“Sure you did!”

Dongfang Xue pursed her lips in a skeptical smile before casting her gaze upon An Lin.

Tian Lingling had also noticed where Dongfang Xue’s attention was directed. “Big Sister Dongfang, do you know who he is?”

Dongfang Xue looked closely at the handsome man in front of her.

The man was smiling at her with an expression that said he was eager to please her, but unfortunately, she had zero recollection of him.

In the end, she could only shake her head in confusion. “Don’t just leave me hanging, who is he?”

Tian Lingling whispered into Dongfang Xue’s ear with a sly expression on her face. “Do you remember Fake Daoist Priest Little An…”

Dongfang Xue blinked with a blank expression on her face as a series of conversation entries began to materialize in her mind.

Her serenely beautiful face suddenly took on a sour expression as she drew in a deep breath.

“Ms. Liu, please see off our guest!”