Song Shi'an discovered that he wasn't the only one in the entertainment industry with a distorted way of thinking.
He tidied up the empty cans and playing cards on the table, went back to bed, and went to sleep.
Tomorrow is the scene where Si Qinglan goes to the human world to take on disciples.
After the great war between gods and demons, all living beings in the six realms suffered terribly, with the human realm experiencing constant disasters.
The Gate of Ascension to Immortality collapsed, preventing cultivators from advancing. The people prayed to the gods for a chance to survive, but were brainwashed by some evil sects who extorted large sums of money and magical artifacts.
This is the scene that Si Qinglan saw after arriving in the mortal realm.
He established his sect in a place with the most abundant spiritual energy, recruited many disciples, and helped all living beings.
This is why everyone felt a deep sense of injustice after Si Qinglan's death.
He woke up, grabbed his phone to check the time, and instantly became wide awake.
Oh no, it's nine o'clock! Why hasn't anyone woken him up?! He sprang out of bed with a jolt, hurriedly put on his clothes, opened the door, and rushed out.
Then he bumped right into Lin Fan, who was carrying breakfast.
Lin Fan hadn't expected such a coincidence; he'd just gotten back and saw his brother was awake. He picked up the bag he was carrying and shook it. "Brother, you're awake! Perfect timing, breakfast, piping hot."
Song Shi'an took the bag, still a little confused. "It's already nine o'clock, aren't we late?"
"The two directors are drunk and have headaches. Filming starts this afternoon." Lin Fan held up his phone; the screen displayed a notification from the crew's group chat. "Just go get your hair and makeup done at ten."
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief and silently gave Zhou Yiyang a thumbs up; this dinner party was well organized.
He carried breakfast back to his room, sat on the edge of the bed and ate it slowly, also going over the scenes he was supposed to film that day.
When he set off for the new filming location, he discovered that it was truly remote.
The road ended halfway there; ahead was a bumpy dirt road, so muddy from the recent rain that half a car wheel could get stuck.
The film crew contacted local villagers, and the three-wheeled vehicles were already waiting by the roadside.
Song Shi'an and Lin Fan sat obediently on opposite sides.
The elderly man driving chatted enthusiastically with them in his local dialect, though they couldn't understand it, he responded to every single one of their sentences.
The old man got more and more excited as he talked, and when they arrived at their destination, he patted Song Shi'an on the shoulder and mumbled a string of words. Song Shi'an understood this one, which was roughly, "The young man is really handsome."
Upon arriving at the film set, I saw He Zeyu getting his makeup done. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, his face was covered in ash, and his hair was messily tied back, making him look like a refugee.
His expression, however, was that of a cool, aloof guy who kept strangers at bay, completely different from how he was last night.
He Zeyu saw Song Shi'an in the mirror, nodded and smiled politely, "You're here. Have you had breakfast? I have some here."
"Thanks, I've already eaten." Song Shi'an shook his head.
Lin Fan, who was replying to Ji Shuyao's messages, glanced up at their interaction and asked in a low voice, "Brother, when did you become so familiar with Teacher He? He's notoriously difficult to get along with. Someone from the crew told me before that he basically doesn't talk to anyone on set except when rehearsing lines."
Song Shi'an smiled but didn't explain. Difficult to get along with? He's basically a husky with hidden quirks...
The makeup and styling in the mortal realm were much simpler. Her hair was still white, casually tied back with a plain ribbon, and her clothes were changed into a simple, elegant moon-white robe, without as many accessories as the one in the temple.
After finishing his makeup and styling, he turned around and saw He Zeyu was dressed as a refugee, standing behind him.
He Zeyu plays Ling Xuan, Si Qinglan's first apprentice and also the older brother of the male lead, Ling Yan.
"Ready? We're about to start filming!" the director called out.
The group hurriedly walked out. He Zeyu followed behind Song Shi'an, hesitated for a long time, and then lowered his voice to ask, "Um, last night, I didn't say anything, did I...?"
"It's nothing." Song Shi'an raised an eyebrow, it seemed this person really had a blackout. " Teacher Zhou will take you home after it's over."
He Zeyu visibly breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good." His image was saved!!!
The director, flipping through the script, asked his assistant, "How's the young actor's preparation going?"
The assistant glanced to the sidelines. "His mother is still helping him rehearse his lines and rehearse his positioning; there shouldn't be any problems."
As soon as filming started, the child actor's mother squatted down on the sidelines, waving and cheering her child on.
The child nodded vigorously, clenched his fist to encourage himself, and stood in the designated spot.
The director raised a megaphone. "Action!"
The villagers of Qingping Village, wielding farm tools, cornered the two children in a dead-end alley at the village entrance.
Little Ling Yan huddled behind her brother, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and a wound beneath her collar that was healing at a visible speed could be faintly seen.
"Monster! Get out of Qingping Village!"
"My brother is not a monster! Get out of the way!" Ling Xuan spread his arms to block his brother, gritting his teeth as he shouted at the crowd.
"What else could it be but a monster? Look, the monster's wounds are almost healed! How could a normal person recover so quickly! It's a demon!"
Little Ling Yan was too scared to speak and could only shrink into her brother's arms.
The muscle tissue under his skin seemed to be regrowing as if propelled by some force. He didn't know why this was happening. From childhood to adulthood, his older brother had accompanied him to many different villages, and wherever they went, people would shout and kill them.
"Don't be afraid, brother's here." Ling Xuan hugged him, using his body to shield him from all the stones and mud that came flying at him.
The stick landed on Ling Xuan's back. He didn't dodge or fight back, because he knew that if he fell, his younger brother would have no one to protect him anymore.
A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat and sprayed onto Little Ling Yan's face and clothes.
Seeing blood trickling from her brother's mouth, Little Ling Yan could no longer hold back her tears and burst into sobs. "Don't hit my brother! You're bad people!"
The crowd suddenly fell silent. The village chief led a man over, dressed in a black robe with a sinister expression.
The village chief bowed respectfully. "Immortal, this is the demon."
The man in black robes walked up to Little Ling Yan and grabbed his wrist.
"Let... let him go!" Ling Xuan lay on the ground, reaching out to grab his younger brother's clothes.
Without turning his head, the man in black robes flicked his sleeve, and Ling Xuan's body was flung more than ten meters away like a light, floating leaf, crashing heavily to the ground, the blood from the corner of his mouth soaking the soil beneath him.
Little Ling Yan struggled desperately and bit down on the black-robed man's hand.
The man placed two fingers on the child's wrist to probe for spiritual veins, a barely suppressed excitement flashing in his eyes.
He withdrew his hand, his tone solemn yet compassionate. "This demon, I, the Immortal Venerable, have rid the people of this scourge. I will take him back to the Immortal Sect for execution. Rest assured."
He picked up Little Ling Yan and turned to leave. Little Ling Yan lay on his shoulder, reaching out her hand towards her brother, crying her heart out.
Ling Xuan lay on the ground, unable to move, watching helplessly as his younger brother was taken away. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his vision became increasingly blurry.
I'm late.
A voice came from a great distance, and Ling Xuan forced his eyes open.
The villagers around him stood frozen in place, their faces contorted in agony. The man in the black robe knelt on the ground in a bizarre posture, his knees sinking into the mud, his face contorted in pain.
A man dressed in pure white knelt before Little Ling Yan, his long, silvery hair cascading down his shoulders. His slender fingers gently wiped away the blood and tears from the child's face.
Little Ling Yan stared blankly at the person in front of her. Ling Xuan to see the person's face clearly, but her eyelids could no longer stay open, and her consciousness sank into darkness.