Chapter 311 - 311: Wrecking A Scumbag, Showing Off in Front of an Expert
Translator: _Min
As if a tremendous thunderclap had exploded beside his ear, Wei Chenglin’s ears buzzed, leaving him momentarily deaf.
His blood seemed to flow backward in an instant, his face flushing a deep red.
He stood frozen, forgetting how to react, as he watched Si Fuqing bend down to pick up his fallen talisman, methodically crushing it into pieces.
“A talisman shouldn’t be used like this,” Si Fuqing said with a snap of her fingers and a slight smile. “It should be done this way.”
“Slash!”The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
With a swift motion, a ghostly flame surged up in the quiet grove, brushing past Wei Chenglin’s hair.
He collapsed to the ground with a thud, the smell of charring wafting to his nose, and a stinging sensation spread across his skin.
But this was nothing compared to the shock and disbelief raging in Wei Chenglin’s heart.
Overwhelmed by extreme fear, he couldn’t even let out a scream. His thoughts were in utter disarray, his body shivering with cold, horror-stricken, ‘You...” How is this possible?
In any context, a Master of Yin -Yang was revered, eagerly sought after by powerful families and alliances. How could one possibly be mingling in the entertainment industry?
Has the world gone mad?
Wei Chenglin, lacking formal training, was no Master of Yin-yang, but he wasn’t ignorant about them.
The more formidable the Master of Yin-yang, the more perfect their control over the forces of Yin and Yang, requiring significant experience. The renowned Masters were usually well into their seventies.
Of course, there were prodigies.
Like the young master of the Fujisan family, only 24 and already a match for the elders.
However, he achieved this only through the family’s immense resources.
But Si Fuqing was how old?
She was only 18.
At that age, scions of other Yin-Yang families were still learning and exploring.
Wei Chenglin’s head throbbed, his vision blurring.
Si Fuqing moved to a spot he had covered with weeds, bent down, and said emotionlessly, “You learned quite well, but don’t you know Great Xia is the cradle of this art? Did you really think the Masters of Yin-Yang had vanished from Great Kia?”
Wei Chenglin was still lost for words, his mind blank until he heard another voice.
“Hey! Big brother, why did you act?” JI Xingzhi leaped down from the wall.
“Didn’t we agree you’d leave this to me? I swear I came as fast as I could.”
“Just stretching my muscles,” Si Fuqing replied, tapping the ground with her foot. “Good, you handle it.”
“Let me see,” JI Xingzhi approached the array. “This? I could draw this when I was three. What a rubbish array. It’s pretty malicious, though, intended to gradually weaken someone until death, tsk tsk.”
Si Fuqing responded, “Your grandpa never beat you as a kid, did he?”
“Him? He couldn’t catch me,” JI Xingzhi rolled up his sleeves.
The producer lit a cigarette: “Probably a hereditary family illness with a latent period. Luckily Teacher Si noticed it early; otherwise, it would have been hard
to explain it it was too late.”
“Wei Chenglin ranked quite high,” the director shook his head. “He was sure to debut, such a pity.”
With the matter resolved, Si Fuqing nodded: “In that case, I’ll head back first.”
The producer nodded, “Teacher Si, take care.”
With Wei Chenglin in such a condition, awakening soon seemed difficult, leaving withdrawal from the competition as the only option.
Soon after negotiating with Wei Chenglin’s agency, the program issued an emergency withdrawal announcement.
A trainee withdrawing just before the debut night was a significant matter.
[Why did Wei Chenglin suddenly withdraw? Another scandal?]
[I don’t think so. I saw him being carried out by medical staff from the training camp. I heard he had a mental breakdown. Thankfully, the program acted swiftly, or he would have ended up a fool.]
[Participating in a talent show with a history of mental illness? What if he had snapped and attacked someone at night? Terrifying.]
[Such a pity, he was good at singing and dancing. But with a mental illness, he should focus on recovery.]
Wei Chenglin’s fans were heartbroken.
However, his sudden illness was unexpected, and the comments on his withdrawal post were filled with regret.
Yet there were other voices as well.
[With Wei Chenglin withdrawing, the one ranked tenth must be thrilled. Lucky indeed.][Let’s see who the ninth becomes on debut night, the chosen one.]
The countdown to the debut night’s promotion began, with all parties preparing.
Especially the several investors in this program, who placed great emphasis on the debut night.
The largest investor was Speed Company.
Speed was a well-known sports brand in Great Xia. Their president had a marital relationship with the Lu family and many business collaborations.
Openly speaking, this audition was designed to promote Lu Yan.
“Just a few days left, this Saturday is debut night,” Xu Jingshan tapped his cigarette ash. “What’s the current ranking?”
An assistant handed him a list.
After reviewing it, Xu Jingshan frowned, “What’s going on with these votes?
Where are the initially decided ones? How did Lu Yan, the designated center, drop to fourth?”
Lu Yan had the talent, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been initially touted as a hot favorite for the center position along with Xie Yu.
“This...” the assistant hesitated. “In the three performances, his strengths weren’t showcased, and his weaknesses were exposed, leading to a loss of many fans.”
“No need to worry about that,” Xu Jingshan waved his hand. “Just switch the votes at the time, swap the fourth and first places, and also change the rankings of these few people.”
Whether one could debut or their final position was, of course, up to the investors..
