Watching the bullet comments flash across the screen one by one in a frenzy, Ning Yitao could clearly see that the comments were a jumble of devotional power and resentment.
These were all indirect forms of devotional power. The devotional energy in the bullet comments continuously nourished Ning Yitao.
She didn't care about the resentment mixed in with the devotional power. With a casual wave of her hand, she swept it aside. Naturally, Zhaocai would take care of it.
Last time, after punishing the villagers who trafficked girls, Ning Yitao had incurred some karmic sins. Although the amount was small, it would still pose an obstacle to her path of ascension in the future.
Unexpectedly, this time she had obtained a large amount of devotional power, which directly offset the karmic sins. It was truly a pleasant surprise.
Those villagers had been punished by the law, but Ning Yitao wasn't satisfied with them simply being locked up. She wanted those demons to suffer a fate worse than death.
She wanted them to experience day and night the lives of the trafficked women.
As long as they dared to close their eyes, they would be transported back to the days when those girls were tortured. They must surely taste these sufferings, and be driven to the brink of despair, unable to find peace in life or death.
They didn't deserve a peaceful sleep. As long as they were alive, they needed to receive the punishment they deserved.
But the saddest part was that no matter how much pain those villagers endured, the women had already suffered indelible psychological trauma.
The subsequent news only posted a few short lines.
"Imprisoned villagers have all developed mental problems."
Whoever did something wrong needed to atone for their sins.
Devotional power and merit power were two completely different forces that couldn't be compared.
In Ning Yitao's era, if a person could receive the devotion of millions of people, they would be at the level of a supreme god. In this world, however, devotional power came too easily and conveniently.
Naturally, it wasn't pure, but something was better than nothing. Little by little, it would accumulate.
After all, in this world, even cultivation was extremely difficult, let alone obtaining devotional power.
This was the first time Ning Yitao felt what it was like to be "popular". Suddenly, there was a group of people behind her who unconditionally supported her.
Devotional power required a devout heart, to be attracted, to be convinced, to wholeheartedly believe in and submit to someone.
Although Ning Yitao used to be the head of the Tianxuan Sect, she had never felt this kind of power before.
Her strength was indeed superior to others, but no one truly believed in her. Most people were only afraid of her, or rather, they looked down on her. They were unwilling to submit to an orphan from a fallen family.
Ning Yitao stared intently at the twinkling stars emerging from the bullet comments. For the first time, she showed a sincere smile towards the live - streaming camera.
She reached out her hand in mid - air and gently touched these golden lights. Suddenly, a flood of emotions welled up in her. Her smile deepened, and her eyes curved like crescent moons.
Ning Yitao looked at the comments seriously and said softly and gently,
"Thank you for liking me."
The comment section went crazy in an instant.
"Ahhhhh! The goddess just confessed to me!!"
"Waaaaaah, shut up, you above. She was clearly confessing to me."
"Get out of the way, all of you. She said that after seeing my bullet comment."
"Taotao, I like you too, ahhhh!"
"Wife wants to cuddle with me. Mua!"
"Wife, I'll smash myself against the wall for you!!"
However, there was a viewer with the nickname "Only Love Taotao" who was a bit too enthusiastic.
Not only was he famous in Ning Yitao's live - streaming room, but he also became well - known in the program team's live - streaming room. "Only Love Taotao" spent a fortune out of love and single - handedly got his nickname on the national gift list.
Under this nickname was, of course, Duan Qinghuai, who was alone in the company. When it came to spoiling Ning Yitao, he never hesitated.
In this heart - warming atmosphere, a loud shout suddenly rang in Ning Yitao's ears. It was the fans cheering outside the door.
This time, they had a unified slogan. It wasn't as chaotic as before, and the sound suddenly became more majestic. The slogan rushed straight into her ears.
"If Taotao never leaves, I'll never forsake!!!"
They shouted this slogan so forcefully that it even echoed.
Although this slogan made Ning Yitao feel extremely embarrassed this time, she was trying hard to get used to it.
She turned off the bullet comments and slapped Zhaocai on the head, who was trying hard not to laugh. Even the mischievous Zhaocai couldn't ruin her good mood now.
Ning Yitao grabbed Zhaocai by the collar and said thoughtfully,
"Since you're so idle and have time to laugh at me, why don't you go and check out what's going on in the school for me first?"
Zhaocai had been grinning widely just now, but his expression immediately changed. He looked mournful and pleaded,
"Taotao, I was wrong. I'll never laugh at you again. I don't want to be the vanguard, waaaaaah."
Ning Yitao didn't care. With a casual wave of her hand, Zhaocai disappeared on the spot.
The makeup artist who had witnessed the whole thing stood there, stunned.
She didn't dare to say a word. It was the first time she had seen such magic of disappearing on the spot. She could only shout in her heart,
"Why didn't anyone tell me this was for real?"
The makeup artist didn't dare to make any other movements. She was on the verge of tears, afraid that if she was a bit careless, she would also disappear with a slap.
She quickly sped up her movements and finished Ning Yitao's makeup in a hurry. She kept thanking God in her heart that Ning Yitao had good skin, which saved a lot of time.
The makeup artist's mind was in a complete mess. She wanted to praise her but didn't dare to open her mouth.
It wasn't until she sent Ning Yitao out of the dressing room that she dared to take a big breath.
This time, when Ning Yitao walked out of the dressing room, there was no more doubt or wariness in her eyes. She waved generously in the direction of the fans.
The white rose brooch on her chest was strung with a white sea - pearl chain. Her beautiful chestnut curly hair fluttered in the wind and fell on her slender waist. Her slightly pursed cherry - colored lips were delicate and alluring.
Her clear and mysterious almond - shaped eyes were revealed, along with her delicate oval face and long, thick eyelashes.
The pink - tinged white earrings were hidden in her hair. The bracelet on her hand sparkled brightly. She was wearing a pure white, exquisitely crafted long dress. The star - studded white veil wrapped around her waist, making her look extremely ethereal. It was hard to say which accessory on her was the most important, but neither could one say which one could be missing.
Ning Yitao's waving gesture gave the fans even more energy. They shouted those embarrassing slogans even louder.
She stood there, facing the fans' shouts head - on. Ning Yitao tried to convince herself to get used to it. These were all expressions of their love. But she didn't hold out for long. She quickly waved the white flag, her face blushing. Without looking back, she ran straight to the car.
***************
This time, the program team had really spared no expense. Each of the spiritual mediums on stage was wearing a high - end custom - made dress.
The program team had set the waiting area at the school gate.
The row of spiritual mediums who had arrived didn't look like they were going to solve a mystery. Instead, they looked like they were going to a ball.
The car slowly drove into the school gate. As soon as Ning Yitao got out of the car, she calmly looked up, and the layout of the school came into full view.
The school was symmetrical around the central garden, with ancient - looking teaching buildings distributed around it.
The Chinese - Western style architecture was perfectly matched with the towering trees. The flying eaves and the wooden floors that creaked when stepped on told the long and vicissitudinous history of the campus.
It was so quiet around. The thin morning mist covered the campus like a light veil. The magnificent teaching building was hidden in the faint morning mist. The dawn of the whole campus looked warm and beautiful.
Ning Yitao lifted her lips in a faint smile. The smile on the corner of her mouth was so faint that it was like a feather floating in the air.
In a narrow corner of the teaching building, there was a half - open window. Outside the window was a bright view. A huge pine tree stood in front of the window, with its large branches hanging down.
The evening sun shone through the gaps between the buildings onto the pine tree branches, making the inside of the corridor half - bright and half - dim. A white surveillance camera was perched right above the window, forming a strange and pale face with two big, staring eyes.
Ning Yitao sniffed carefully. There was still a strange smell lingering in the air.