The entire cast and crew began preparations for this final sect battle at dawn and filmed until two o’clock in the afternoon before ultimately finishing the group battle scene. The eldest apprentice, a 60-year-old man, took the lead in finishing the job and was beheaded by the enemy and thrown into the pill furnace. Zhu Linlin was the second to leave the fight. She was covered in blood, standing outside the set with her cheek resting on her palm, watching the villain sever a dummy’s hands and feet. Under the protection of his master, the protagonist, Bao Hui, placed the sect’s prized treasure in his pocket, climbed over the wall, and fled. His agent was telling him to rest nearby…
As a result, everyone was happily holding a water cup and standing outside the treasure pavilion(actually a side hall of the Taoist temple) to watch An Ruifeng’s bloody one-versus-many struggle. However, there was a noticeable separation between the actors. Bao Hui, who had recently been troubled with black material and had a negative image as a proud and arrogant person within the cast and crew, had been excluded by the other performers and occupied a corner by himself.
As the last fight scene began, everyone gathered in a circle to watch, their minds at ease. After all, it was the final scene. They’d be liberated after filming and return to the science and technology civilization from this terrible signal site! When the board’s “clap” rang, An Ruifeng’s expression changed to grave as he clutched a sword and performed magnificent moves in an imposing manner.
An Ruifeng was plainly a polite, smiling, and attentive guy in private, yet he appeared to have genuinely become the cultivation master when viewed through the camera lens. His emotions were subtle, forceful but not angry, and he possessed exceptional martial arts skills and a strong will. Even when two of his disciples perished in battle and one of his disciples escaped, he did not consider leaving the school to flee, swearing to live and die with this mountain, this sect, and these flowers and trees!
An Ruifeng possessed extensive acting experience as well as a powerful physique. He worked out every day. He could do some basic martial arts maneuvers without the assistance of a stunt double. His posture was natural and uninhibited when he danced with the sword, his movements were graceful, his green robes were like a forest, and his white hair was like a waterfall.
However, it was after all difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. He was besieged by more than a dozen people, and he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Outside the set, despite knowing the next narrative development, everyone held their breath, praying that the Master might reverse their disadvantages and kill all the evildoers.
They heard a sharp dog bark from the side just as one of the villains swung the long blade in his hand to penetrate An Ruifeng’s shoulder! A yellow-haired dog with a furry tail leapt into the air from the side passage, and bit the villain’s sword-wielding wrist!
“Damn dog!” The man yelled out in agony, unable to free himself from the savage dog.
At this point, the normally pampered, goofy, and adorable meng-selling dog displayed a ferocious expression. It was growling in a low voice, its gums showing. It looked terrifying.
Unfortunately, a dog’s strength was incomparable to that of humans. The person it had bitten grabbed its tail and kicked it in its soft belly. It let go with a whimper, and before it could run, its back was slashed open with a knife, and it was tossed against a nearby wall, slamming into it.
“Lao Si… !!” An Ruifeng’s heart was broken as he saw his most cherished disciple sacrifice his life to protect himself. His face grew frosty white, and his hand movements became shaky.
… …
Despite knowing that they were being filmed, the staff around them couldn’t contain their emotions. They were drawn into the drama by An Ruifeng’s acting abilities, as if he were a tall immortal who had been dragged down the deity altar by malicious mortals with blood and sin.
The little ancestor, in particular, who performed like an acting god, elevated the play’s melancholy to new heights and made everyone incredibly uncomfortable.
Zhu Linlin, who adored dogs, was on the verge of collapsing as she burst into tears. “What the hell is going on with the director and the editor! Don’t they know there’s an unwritten rule in Hollywood that ‘children and dogs can’t die’!”
Her agent yanked desperately at her: “Great aunt, this isn’t Hollywood…”
An Ruifeng had attained a perfect mental state – one part affected, and three parts indifferent. His portrayal of the master’s persona was profound. When he was pierced by a sword and collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, the entire set fell silent, and everyone was awestruck by his acting skills.
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The performance of the little ancestor was equally excellent. Even if it appeared to be kicked, killed, and thrown away, the crew had, in fact, taken precautions a long time before. Even the wall it collided with was constructed of sponge, ensuring that it was not harmed in the least. After the little ancestor completed its task, its trainer greeted it and fed it a large amount of delicious food. It stood up and wagged its tail, its attitude as lofty as that of a film emperor.
The trainer stated proudly: “It’s not that I am Wang Po selling melons. If the Oscars had a category for best animal actor, our little ancestor would have already won eight or ten trophies.”
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The director pulled Ling Xi to a corner before filming the last scene to discuss the scene with him. Ling Xi was unsure where to put his jittery hands and feet. He dared not to raise his head as he stood in front of the director. He was not a professional actor and lacked acting insight. He was terrified of making mistakes, worrying that the last act would be a worthless sequel to a masterpiece.
Actually, the director was quite patient. For Ling Xi’s sake, he broke down the scene and explained it multiple times. Seeing how nervous he was, the director thought for a moment before saying, “In case you really can’t grasp that type of mood, you can think about it from another angle…”
In truth, the director’s example was a little inappropriate, but it definitely hit on Ling Xi’s deepest emotions. His eyes shone brilliantly as he continuously nodded: “I understand! Thank you very much, director!”
Bao Hui, who was sitting apart from the others, noticed the two of them conversing from a distance and sneered: “The director actually asked a singer to perform such an emotionally charged scene… Heh! Let’s hope that ‘crawling towards the master’ doesn’t evolve into ‘zombie emerging from a cave.'”
Fortunately, he was very conscious of his recent bad reputation and spoke in hushed tones. Otherwise, if others heard him, it would very certainly lead to more carnage.
It goes without saying that Bao Hui stood by with an attitude of watching Ling Xi make a fool of himself. He also intended to mock Ling Xi after he gave NGs in succession. He didn’t expect Ling Xi’s performance to surprise him after going through the director’s spot seeding.
After hearing “Action!”, Ling Xi slowly opened his eyes near the wall. The camera focused on him, his expression revealing that he was initially confused and in agony. He appeared disoriented since he couldn’t recall what had just happened and was in pain from his injuries.
The awful knife wound was deep and stretched across his entire back, nearly severing it. Blood poured from his back and accumulated on the ground, forming a puddle.
He raised his eyes, searching for the familiar figure. Everything was in shambles because of the recent violent battle, and in this mess was the dazzling figure of his master, who had fallen in the bloodbath.
The fourth apprentice attempted to stand, but his lower limbs had long since lost sensation. He gazed at his feet blankly, then looked at his master, who was lying outside the Treasure Pavilion, and chose the most familiar method to go to his side – crawling.
Every movement aggravated the injury on his back, but he kept his gaze set on his master, braced his body with his hands, and crawled over slowly and firmly, as if he couldn’t feel the pain. The muck had filled his formerly clean nails, and innumerable beads of sweat flowed down his pale cheeks owing to significant blood loss. As he dragged his broken body, a shocking bloodstained trail appeared on the bluestone floor…
He eventually crawled to his master’s side. He didn’t bother probing his master’s breath because he knew the end was near in his heart. He gathered himself into a ball and pressed into his master’s arms, just as he had done when he was a child and scooped up by his master for the first time outside the sect.
In his eyes, there was no fear of death, only an endless attachment to the body that was slowly losing its warmth next to him.
His master was forever number one in the world. He was the world’s handsomest and strongest man, as well as the person who loved him the most in this world.
If there was an afterlife, he was willing to follow this man again. If he could be a human, he’d cook for him, massage his back, and make him laugh; if he couldn’t, he’d just continue to be the dog next to him.
He closed his eyes with unending longing. A trickle of blood and tears poured from the corner of the master’s eyelids beside him when he took his last breath…
The camera zoomed high and overlooked the destroyed sect. The formerly tranquil and cheerful sect was now nothing but damaged walls and littered corpses. The name plaque, which had formerly hung high on the entrance, had fallen to the ground, its golden lettering mottled and splattered with bloodstains.
… …
Surprisingly, the most difficult final scene was completed in one take. When all of the performers stood up from the ground, the staff gave them a warm applause. Bao Hui, who didn’t need to be on stage because his character wasn’t dead, stood outside the set with a gloomy face. He anticipated he’d see Ling Xi lose face, but instead heard everyone praising him. Moreover, he had to concede that Ling Xi’s performance a few moments ago was genuinely amazing. Even if he was acting, he couldn’t have played it better. He was petty and couldn’t see others in the limelight. He left with a dark face after seeing everyone else go to congratulate Ling Xi, and he didn’t even attend the subsequent celebration banquet.
After a few close-up shots and shooting the scene from various angles, Ling Xi and An Ruifeng’s scenes were officially over. The staff had prepared bouquets for them ahead of time and thanked them for their efforts during this period of time.
An Ruifeng had instructed Xu Zhiqiang to order lavish tea break desserts and had hired someone from the mountain’s base to bring them up once the filming was finished. The Taoist temple, which had just been covered in blood on the ground, was cleaned up as if there had never been a terrible conflict. Everyone assembled for food and drinks. Because all of the remaining episodes were shot prior to arriving at the Taoist temple, that was the final day of filming for all of the performers and production team. Following filming, the master copy would be delivered to a post-production studio for editing and sound processing. Taking into account the subsequent approval process, this TV series could be released in six months at the earliest.
Zhu Linlin couldn’t adjust to the mood for a while after seeing how jubilant the rest of the group was. Obviously, everyone’s eyes were reddened by the previous brutal struggle, and the mood was agitated after the filming was over. Why were they all beaming so brightly in the blink of an eye?
In essence, this was the most significant distinction between a professional performer, a professional crew, and a half-layman like her. The actors had filmed a plethora of scenes, and the crew had accepted a myriad of scripts. They were able to tell the difference between fiction and reality. They were able to effortlessly distance themselves from the associated emotions after leaving the work environment. Zhu Linlin needed more experience if she wished to cross the border and advance in the film and television industry.
The make-up and costume on Ling Xi were more difficult to remove. When he eventually emerged from the dressing room, practically all of the desserts had been devoured by others. Only a few cold leftovers were spread about, which made people lose their appetites when they saw them.
An Ruifeng noticed Ling Xi’s dejected “there’s nothing to eat” expression and called him aside: “Don’t worry, I’ve saved you a lot of snacks ahead of time and had Xu-ge deliver them to our room. You can relish them in the evening.”
Ling Xi’s eyes lit up when he heard this: “Butter?”
“Yes, they’re all your favorite butter cakes.”
Ling Xi inquired: “What will you eat?”
An Ruifeng teased him deliberately: “Hmm… You eat cakes and I’ll eat you.”
“…” Ling Xi gulped a mouthful of drool, looking eagerly at An Ruifeng: “Or let’s go back to eat now?”
An Ruifeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He desperately wanted to agree, but with so many eyes on them, they couldn’t just leave the field. He tugged on Ling Xi’s arm, coaxing him to stay a little longer. Ling Xi was not happy, but An Ruifeng persuaded him patiently: “I’ll go back and make up for an hour for every minute you wait. How does that sound?”
“Good, good, good! If you can’t finish making up for it, you must write an IOU!”
Because of this “gentleman's agreement“, the two remained with the others for a while. An Ruifeng remembered Ling Xi’s flawless performance during the shoot and used every term in his vocabulary to compliment him.
“To tell the truth, I was a little worried about you in this scene. I was afraid you’d fail to meet the director’s requirements and be scolded by him.” An Ruifeng was honest: “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I was just worried that you would put too much pressure on yourself, causing you to perform abnormally. However, your performance just now was outstanding. I watched the play back multiple times, and your expressions are spot-on. There is no dread of dying, only endless attachment and the tranquility of calmly meeting death.” He said pertinently, “I dare say that even if you let other actors with more experience than you perform, I’m afraid they will not be able to produce more vivid expressions.”
Ling Xi was praised by his lover and couldn’t restrain his silly joy: “Hehe, it’s actually the director who taught me well. I couldn’t grasp the feeling. Before the filming began, the director summoned me, and after he explained it to me, I immediately got it!”
An Ruifeng was curious: “What did he tell you?”
“He said to me — ‘Ling Xi, if you really can’t grasp the feeling, just think like this: You and An Ruifeng are good friends. If one day he is at odds with you, refuses to play with you, makes friends with others, or, even worse, does not develop in Panda country and wishes to return to Maple Leaf country, will you find it difficult to bear? This analogy may not be appropriate, but in the drama, the master likewise left the apprentice, whom he had raised single-handedly, forever. Their feelings are also very deep.’… ”
“I won’t.” An Ruifeng suddenly interrupted him.
“Huh?”
“I won’t leave you.”
Ling Xi blushed: “I know, but it’s just ‘if’.”
An Ruifeng said emphatically, “There is no ‘if’.” He held Ling Xi’s hand and repeated: “‘If’ is also an impossibility. I won’t leave you.”
When An Ruifeng noticed that Ling Xi was feeling both shy and guilty and was unable to talk, he was moved and questioned closely: “So what is the result of your ‘if’?”
Ling Xi whispered: “After the director finished speaking, I thought, if you abandon me, I will stab you to death first, and then poison myself in your arms.” That’s why, during filming, he had that expression on his face as he looked at An Ruifeng.
If someone else stated this, perhaps the person who heard it would be scared and report it to the police. But what did An Ruifeng think of Ling Xi? An Ruifeng thought he was frank and cute, that his love was strong and enthusiastic, and that he would never back down. He would set his heart on it and walk to the end as long as he sincerely believed it. Even if he hit a dead end, he would die in such a way that the dead end would also perish.
What a coincidence, his An Ruifeng was also such a person. If he loved, he would take out all the love in his heart and present it to you with both hands. Even if you didn’t want it, he wouldn’t take it back.
They were truly a perfect match.
An Ruifeng gripped his hand tightly: “Shall we go back?”
“Ah? Didn’t you say we’d be here for a while?”
“I can’t stay any longer.” An Ruifeng stated firmly: “I am very angry now, so I will ‘stab’ you to death before you stab me.”
“?(? ???ω??? ?)? Which, which kind of stab to death?”
“The kind where you foam at the mouth…” An Ruifeng raised his eyebrows slightly and seduced: “Of course, you know which ‘mouth’ I mean.”
Ling Xi couldn’t possibly disagree. Before leaving, he took a close look at his watch: “You, you must not forget what you just promised me… We’ve stayed here for a whole eighteen minutes!”
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Thank you for the translation!
Ahaha I’m loving it…
He timed it…pfft!
It sounds like LX wants to papapa for 18 hours straight lololol
Thx for the ch ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و
Right!! He will truly understand what it’s like to not feel anything below the waist.
Thank you for the chapter.
OMG I love them!!!
Will there be more “action” scene next chap? Hehehe :>>>
Thanks for the chapter!
I was grinning like an old untie ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ
Then the next button is gone ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
Thanks for the chapter <3
Be careful of what you wish for Ling Xi. 😧😂😂❤️