Chapter 67 Explosive Acting Skills vs. Waterloo: Lu Huaijin is born to be the nemesis...
Wen Yinhe's pupils suddenly dilated, his blood-stained face filled with disbelief and the indescribable pain of being stabbed in the back by a loved one.
My senior brother actually turned the tables and made false accusations!
The one who was truly possessed by demons just now was clearly my senior brother!
It was as if he was meeting his senior brother for the first time; he simply couldn't connect the young man before him, who was full of lies and resentment, with the gentle and reliable older brother he remembered.
Wen Yinhe's lips moved with difficulty, wanting to question his senior brother, but only the sweet taste of blood welled up in his throat, silencing all his voice, and his breathing became more broken and rapid.
Then, an even deeper and more authoritative voice, like a thunderclap, suddenly struck his ears:
"Traitor Wen Yinhe! How dare he collude with a demon in full view of everyone, deviating from the proper path, and even deliberately destroying the formation, releasing the Demon of Annihilation to wreak havoc on the world! His heart deserves to be punished, and his crimes are intolerable!!!"
The owner of the voice was none other than the dignified and imposing leader of the Lingxu Sect, who sat atop the altar and was also my senior brother's biological father!
He had somehow walked up to his senior brother's side, his sharp gaze carrying an unquestionable sense of judgment, his fingers like swords, pointing at the immortal venerable kneeling on the ground, clad in white robes.
That posture was as if he were sentencing a heinous demon.
Countless pairs of eyes, some filled with surprise, some with scrutiny, and some with schadenfreude, looked at Wen Yinhe, seemingly readily believing the sect leader's one-sided opinion.
Wen Yinhe's blood seemed to freeze instantly, and his heart, pierced by a knife, stopped beating.
Everything around me instantly lost its sound and color, leaving only that jarring accusation that amplified and echoed endlessly in my mind.
"Today, for the sake of all living beings, I will put aside my own family for the greater good and cleanse this family!"
Every word his master spoke was like a sharp blade tempered with ice, piercing Wen Yinhe's heart with unparalleled precision, making his heart, which was already on the verge of breaking due to overdrawing its spiritual power, even more painful and unbearable.
The doubts and slanders from his closest and most trusted relatives were a thousand times colder and more despairing than the public humiliation he had just suffered from the demon, freezing even his soul.
A strong sense of dislocation and absurdity overwhelmed him, and the extreme shock even caused him to lose his composure for a moment, revealing a blank and broken expression on his face.
He looked at the master who had taken him in as an abandoned baby and carefully nurtured him in the sect, the master who had once gently stroked his head and praised him. Now, his majestic face was filled with only cold killing intent and the insidious malice of distorting the truth to protect his own child!
There was not a trace of the kindness and care of the past, only unfathomable indifference and scheming!
The cold pain and endless desolation brought about by the collapse of faith and the shattering of trust caused more blood to flow uncontrollably from the corner of Wen Yinhe's mouth, dripping down his chin and pooling into a glaring crimson stain beneath him.
[Aaaaaaah, this is so angsty! I'm going to be stabbed to death! I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much! It hurts so much, waaaaaah!!!]
[I'm so angry! Demon Lord, come back and kill those two! This is the episode where the NPCs get their lunchboxes killed off!!!]
[It's truly suffocating to see a righteous and benevolent immortal being betrayed and slandered by his closest relatives in public! The thought that this happened to an actor in real life makes it even more heartbreaking! QAQ]
[The actor's inner monologue at this moment: Last blood bag! There's really no more blood to vomit, not a single drop left! This session can end now!]
[By the way, when President Lu was kissing the movie star just now, did his tongue touch the blood pack in the movie star's mouth? If he accidentally used too much force and popped the blood pack, wouldn't there be an embarrassing scene where President Lu suddenly spits blood all over his face while they're kissing... _(:з」∠)_]
[I'm so fed up with you ladies, you guys are so annoying, hahaha, you completely ruined the atmosphere!]
Lan Xue sensed the excruciating pain in Wen Yinhe's heart and soul and couldn't help but let out a mournful cry that was almost a sob.
Just before the sect leader came to capture Wen Yinhe, he used his last remaining spiritual power to carry Wen Yinhe back to Lanxue Mountain.
To avoid breaking the audience's immersion, the director immediately switched the live stream to a distant view of mountains as a transitional scene.
While out of sight of the audience, Wen Yinhe quickly got up from the ground, bowed to the actors, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, teachers."
This group of people had no script at all and unconditionally cooperated with the performance of Wen Yinhe, the central character. Every minute and every second was a genuine improvisation, which required a very high level of skill from the actors. Therefore, it was not easy for any of the actors on set.
To ensure the live broadcast went flawlessly, the production team selected only truly talented individuals, presenting each of them with no fewer than five challenging impromptu performance questions during the selection process alone.
They naturally knew how popular the show was. The audience's eyes were sharp, and they wouldn't miss any handsome men or beautiful women. As long as they were given a chance to appear, and as long as they performed well, they wouldn't have to worry about not being seen.
Therefore, each of them put in their best effort, determined to make the most of all their knowledge.
However, when they actually performed with Wen Yinhe, they truly experienced how terrifying Wen Yinhe was.
Wen Yinhe is a complete monster!
His acting skills are natural and effortless. He can not only get into character quickly and deeply, but also draw others into the role. Anyone who makes eye contact with him can instantly fall into that fantastical and vast world of cultivation.
No one would think he was "acting" at all; he was clearly the person who stepped out of the script!
Without Wen Yinhe, the entertainment industry is utterly lackluster!
They had never acted in such a thrilling play in their lives, and working with Wen Yinhe once would benefit them for a lifetime.
In just a few minutes, everyone was deeply impressed by Wen Yinhe's superb acting skills and became his die-hard fans.
From this day forward, Teacher Wen will be the idol of all of them! He will be the god they follow for the rest of their lives!
The actors excitedly rushed forward to surround Wen Yinhe, their eyes shining brightly, almost as if they wanted to set him ablaze with their own light.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. Teacher Wen is the one who has really worked hard!"
"Teacher Wen's acting is superb! Teacher Wen, I love you! I want to follow you for life!"
"Teacher Wen, you absolutely have to make a comeback! I'll hold my breath until the day you release a new work!"
Looking at the faces before him, each one brimming with the most sincere and genuine longing for acting, Wen Yinhe's eyes couldn't help but soften with a gentle smile as he earnestly responded to them:
"Thank you, I will."
...
After leaving the cave, Wen Yinhe boarded the off-road vehicle that the production crew had brought in advance and rushed back to "Lanxue Mountain" as soon as possible.
So, what the audience saw next was a broken immortal lord lying on the bed, covered in blood and barely alive.
The immortal mountain was protected by a barrier set up by the immortal venerable, which even the sect leader could not easily shake.
But it couldn't last long.
Wen Yinhe had a premonition that all he had to do next was wait for Lu Huaijin to come and kidnap him.
However, in the next room, out of Wen Yinhe's sight, Lu Huaijin gazed at the beautiful immortal lying pitifully on the bed in the live stream, thoughtfully tapping his chin and saying meaningfully:
"Your script allows for some improvisation, right?"
"Yes," the staff member, whose phone had been snatched away again, replied with a look of despair. After a pause, he added cautiously, "but it has to be logical."
Lu Huaijin stared at him with sharp eyes, his aura imposing. Although he was not the real Demon Lord, he still exuded demonic energy: "Didn't I leave a wisp of my soul in his body just now? With my powerful demonic energy, it shouldn't be difficult to solidify a soul into a physical form, right?"
Staff: "..."
“I’m leaving,” Lu Huaijin casually tossed his phone back, elegantly dusted off the non-existent dust from his long sleeves, and said decisively, “It’s my turn to take the stage again.”
...
Broken, bloody gasps escaped with difficulty from Wen Yinhe's throat.
It felt more like a lament from the soul than physical pain.
Every inch of his body was screaming in pain, and the weakness of his soul being burned out slowly engulfed him like an icy tide.
However, all of this combined is nothing compared to the pain I feel right now—the pain of being betrayed and slandered by my closest and most trusted people, and being scorned by the whole world!
Wen Yinhe felt that if he acted for a little while, he would be able to faint naturally.
Then we just have to wait for the production team's time-manipulation magic to allow the group outside to break through the barrier and enter, and then we can continue to improvise.
However, just as Wen Yinhe's will was on the verge of complete collapse, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure slipping into his room and giving him an evil and unrestrained smile.
Wen Yinhe: "..."
OK, I understand.
then--
A familiar, low, husky voice, carrying a strange mix of intimacy and mockery, like a venomous snake flicking its crimson tongue, rang maliciously in Wen Yinhe's ear:
"Immortal Venerable Lanxue, do you see this? This is your senior brother whom you regard as a brother, this is your master whom you revere as a god, this is the 'repayment' given to you by the people you would rather give your life to protect. Are you happy now? Are you in pain? Do you regret it?"
[Holy crap, President Lu suddenly spoke in my ear and startled me! I almost dropped my phone on my face! This Demon Lord, please give us a heads-up next time you appear, don't be like Tianyin, appearing and disappearing without a trace...]
[Hahahaha, President Lu is completely out of control! I just saw the Movie Emperor seem slightly stunned; he probably didn't expect President Lu to suddenly appear here. But the Movie Emperor lives up to his name; he immediately controlled his expression! At least he didn't blurt out "Holy crap!" like we did!]
[Wait, where did President Lu come from? Why does he always appear so suddenly, hahaha? I want to see how these two are going to act this out (doge)]
A turbulent storm raged in Wen Yinhe's wide eyes; his blood seemed to freeze, and a chilling despair crept up his stiff spine, piercing to the bone.
"I clearly set up a barrier, how did you get in...!"
"Because I am not the original body, but a wisp of the soul left in your body by the Demon Lord of Annihilation."
Lu Huaijin walked slowly, his black boots treading on the mottled bloodstains left by Wen Yinhe. His tall figure cast a shadow over the Immortal Venerable who was lying motionless on the bed. His gaze slowly swept over Wen Yinhe's pale face, and finally landed on the glaring red mark on the Immortal Venerable's lips. His cold, hard lips curled up slightly.
"Otherwise, what do you think has kept you alive until now?"
[Wow, that was easy! The actor knows CEO Lu so well, haha, he knows what kind of little game CEO Lu wants to play with just one look!]
[We've been married for seven years, and we're so in sync! But for some reason, I always feel a bit awkward watching familiar people put on an act, haha.]
[It's also a form of erotic play in a way~]
Wen Yinhe's body suddenly stiffened, and then he began to breathe rapidly and uncontrollably. His blood churned in his chest, and he tasted the spreading bloody flavor in his mouth. The sweet and pungent blood seemed to be rising in his throat again.
It was that kiss just now...!
impossible!
Wen Yinhe cried out in his heart, but he was so weak that he could not even hear himself clearly, and a sharp buzzing sounded in his ears.
The last vestige of life that sustained him deep within his soul transformed into a brand of humiliation, severely scalding Wen Yinhe's immortal bones.
A sudden surge of instinctive rejection and pain welled up deep within Wen Yinhe's body, every meridian churning violently, screaming out shame and guilt for betraying the immortal sect.
If only I had another blood pack right now...
Unfortunately, he didn't expect Lu Huaijin to suddenly appear. Sigh.
Lu Huaijin suddenly grabbed Wen Yinhe's chin, an inexplicable fire rising in his chest, burning his eyes bloodshot. He stared intently at Wen Yinhe's face, filled with resistance, and asked through gritted teeth:
"Wen Yinhe, what's with that expression? Are you disgusted with me?"
Wen Yinhe felt a sudden panic and almost blurted out, "How is that possible?"
Fortunately, his rationality pulled him back from his instincts in time.
His eyes, filled with anguish and despair, trembled with a barely audible sigh as he whispered, "Since I am already dying, why must you torment me like this?"
Lu Huaijin was slightly taken aback: "Yes, why?"
To be honest, Lu Huaijin didn't understand why he suddenly stepped in to save him, since they were complete strangers.
But when he saw the handsome immortal in white robes kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, silently and desperately facing death—
He thought to himself, wouldn't it be a great pity to let such a beautiful creature disappear from the world?
So he saved her.
But when asked to give a reason, he couldn't give one at all.
Lu Huaijin arrogantly raised his chin, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if a hunter had locked onto a delicious prey with great interest, his whole body exuding a chilling aura.
"I always do things as I please. Even if I were to have sex with you right here and now, what could you do to me?"
"You actually...!"
Wen Yinhe stared in shock, both on and off screen. His face, which had been drained of color, was forced to flush with a faint blush. The usually self-disciplined, refined, and elegant Immortal Venerable was at a loss for words to reprimand this dissolute demon before him. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a weak and ineffective remark:
"vulgar!"
However, as soon as he said this, Wen Yinhe immediately anticipated what Lu Huaijin might say next.
He quietly prepared himself.
really.
"I'm vulgar?" Lu Huaijin's fingers tightened suddenly around Wen Yinhe's chin, a slight smile playing on his lips. His scarlet tongue slowly licked over his sharp teeth, and he was instantly excited. "I'll show you something even more vulgar soon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Huaijin forcefully and domineeringly pressed his lips against Wen Yinhe's tightly pursed lips, his tongue prying open Wen Yinhe's teeth and fiercely penetrating deep inside.
Wen Yinhe's eyelids started twitching again. Reason told him that he was acting, and he had to resist, to act humiliated and repulsed.
But her body's instincts screamed for her lover, demanding a frenzied response and enjoyment, wishing she could immediately pounce on him on the bed and retaliate with an even fiercer and more passionate attack.
Hold on...
You must hold on!
Once this period is over...
Once Lu Huaijin kidnaps him and they leave this immortal mountain, he won't have to cooperate with the actors' performances anymore. He can just do whatever he wants.
When the time comes, he can just conjure up some inner demon or something, which will also make it easier to explain why he was aloof and noble like an immortal one second, and then a lustful demon the next... cough.
Wen Yinhe desperately comforted himself by clinging to his beautiful fantasies and plans for the future.
However, Lu Huaijin, that unruly fellow, was savoring every inch of Wen Yinhe's mouth with his tongue, frantically provoking Wen Yinhe's restless tongue, uttering all sorts of obscene and lewd words in a low, sexy voice with a madness that destroyed all composure:
"The Immortal's lips were not as cold and ruthless as the Immortal's face when he looked at me. Instead, they were hot, smooth, fragrant, and soft. They tasted even more delicate than a budding flower. They were so delicious..."
"Do you enjoy being tasted like this? Hmm? Immortal Venerable, how does it feel to be intimate with the Great Demon King? Is it pleasurable? Do you want more?"
Wen Yinhe: "..."
She's just taking advantage of his inability to respond, so she's brazenly seducing him, teasing him, and testing his patience.
Don't worry, Mr. Lu...
What is owed will be repaid sooner or later.
[Hahahaha, I'm speechless! Where does President Lu get all these outrageous and suggestive remarks all day long?! He's like a pervert! I really can't take it anymore! President Lu's mouth... Ahhhhhh, is this really something I can listen to?! (Screams!!!)]
[President Lu is so recklessly seducing the movie star, he's turned the actor completely red from head to toe! If they keep kissing like this, the Immortal Venerable's blood will be fully restored. Look at that bright red face, he doesn't look like he's about to die at all, his blood and energy are much better than mine!]
[The fruits planted in the actor's body now will later blossom fiercely inside CEO Lu's body~ (his little face is all yellowish)]
[Congratulations to the Best Actor for facing the biggest enemy of his acting career—Lu Huaijin! Hahahaha! Keep it up, Best Actor! I believe you can hold it in! Don't stick out your tongue! Don't stick out your tongue!]
Fortunately, Lu Huaijin was not blinded by lust. While enjoying himself, he did not forget to follow the plot.
Lu Huaijin caressed Wen Yinhe's lips, his voice low and languid, like a lover's whisper, yet every word was like poisoned honey, sweetly pouring into Wen Yinhe's ears, full of mockery and pity:
"The ugliness of the human heart is far deeper than the Abyss of Soul Locking! More vicious than the evil spirits in the Abyss of Soul Locking! You shed your last drop of blood for them, yet they wish they could devour your flesh and drink your marrow, and trample you into an abyss of eternal damnation... all to cover up their own despicable and filthy nature!"
"Your so-called principles, your so-called righteousness, your so-called sacrifices are nothing but a foolish joke in the eyes of those hypocrites who are two-faced and treacherous!"
Wen Yinhe's forehead veins bulged, and large beads of sweat rolled down his taut jaw.
His usually gentle and clear eyes were now churning with a terrifying crimson, a mixture of pain, sorrow, humiliation, and confusion, almost burning away his proud century-old Dao heart.
Lu Huaijin's whisper, like a cold snake, slowly burrowed into the depths of Wen Yinhe's crumbling consciousness.
There, a painful crack is quietly appearing, and the belief that Wen Yinhe has always upheld and protected is on the verge of collapse.
"Such filthy creatures, such vile lives, are they worthy of a noble and virtuous gentleman like you risking your life to protect them? In the end, what have you gained? The sharp sword that they used to pierce your heart for their own selfish reasons! Are you willing to accept this? Don't you hate them? Don't you resent them?"
"Rather than breathing this utterly hypocritical air, come with me. Trust me, I will bring you bliss where you can forget everything..."
[Oh my god, this is a mental attack! This is going to shatter the Immortal's Dao heart! QAQ]
[The Demon Lord, oblivious to his own love, only knows how to force himself on the Immortal Lord, which only makes the Immortal Lord more and more disgusted... Ahhhh, so heartbreaking!]
[Demon Lord, you'll never win over your husband this way! I order you to immediately go and learn from President Lu!]
[Please understand, the Demon Lord is just a baby who has never been with a man in over a thousand years. The first person he likes is the stunningly beautiful Immortal Lord, so it's normal for him to be flustered (shrugs)]
Look at the actor's throbbing temples and bulging veins, his taut jaw and pouring sweat. Is this humiliation and hatred? No, this is a man with fully functional, even superhuman, bodies desperately resisting the seduction of his sexy lover!
Wen Yinhe is indeed nearing his limit.
For the first time, he even had the thought of disregarding his public image and wondering if he should summon his inner demons ahead of time...
Fortunately, his professional ethics pulled him back from the brink of collapse.
I can't take it anymore.
Just punch yourself unconscious!
Just as Wen Yinhe was about to be bewitched by Lu Huaijin, his soul suddenly trembled under the unbearable pressure. His consciousness was as if it had been suddenly thrown into an abyss, and the last bit of clarity was completely swallowed up by the boundless darkness and pain. Then everything returned to deathly silence.
Wen Yinhe closed his eyes and collapsed onto the bed, pretending to be dead.
He has never given up on acting in his entire life.
In Wen Yinhe's more than ten years of acting career, there has been an unprecedented situation where he cannot match a certain actor's scenes.
Lu Huaijin really... was born to be his nemesis!
In the play, the Demon Lord was stunned—
Oh dear, we went too far and made someone dizzy from the excitement.
Off-screen, Lu Huaijin was excited—
Wow, that was too much flirting. Wen Yinhe is not having it. So, can he look forward to Wen Yinhe's "return gift" later?
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