Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Thinking of this, Tan Yao couldn't help but glance at Lu Yu on the sidelines again.

Then we'll see if Song Xijin can protect him.

But the prerequisite for protecting him is that Lu Yu must have a formal identity.

Song Xijin's boyfriend, or at least the person Song Xijin publicly acknowledges.

No matter how domineering Tan Yanshan is, he would never do anything too outrageous to Song Xijin's real boyfriend.

The problem is, they haven't gotten back together yet.

Song Xijin had vaguely told him that their current relationship was one of mutual benefit.

When Tan Yao heard this, he almost spat out the wine in his mouth.

Each gets what they need?

Song Xijin flew all the way to Zhejiang Province and invested 100 million yuan in a web series. Is this what you call a win-win situation?

Whose casual sex partner would go to this extent?

I have no idea what those two are up to.

My ex-boyfriend and I are getting back together all the time. He says we've broken up and cut ties, but his actions tell a different story.

They rolled around in bed together every single time.

Although Song Xijin didn't say it to him directly, she invited him to drink the night she returned from Zhejiang Province to Beijing.

Tan Yao could see the hickeys on his neck very clearly.

The large red mark next to his Adam's apple was so prominent that it couldn't be hidden by the shirt collar.

You can tell at a glance that he put in a lot of effort.

Who else could it be but Lu Yu?

Song Xijin is such a germaphobe that she won't let anyone touch her.

The only person in the world who could leave such a mark on his neck is probably Lu Yu.

Tan Yao glanced at it twice but didn't say anything.

"All departments, prepare! All actors, take your positions!" Director Chen's voice rang out across the set, megaphone in hand.

The buzzing of hundreds of extras instantly subsided, and everyone stood in their positions.

The wire rigging team performed a final check on the safety buckles, the lighting team pushed the main light to its designated position, and the camera track was laid out.

The three machines were positioned facing the center of the Execution Platform from the front, side, and overhead angles, respectively.

Tan Yao sat down next to Dong Yanchen, moved his chair back a bit, crossed his legs, and struck a pose as if he was ready to watch a good show.

He came today to see for himself what Lu Yu was really capable of.

No matter how beautiful the costume is, it's just a shell. Although Song Xijin is superficial, he's not one to judge a book by its cover.

To make someone as picky as Song Xijin remember you so fondly, you must have some other skills, right?

For example...acting skills?

He wanted to see if this newcomer, who was being praised to the skies by the director, really had any talent.

It was only because of the money Song Xijin invested that he was promoted.

All extras are in position.

More than 300 disciples dressed in sect robes, holding magical weapons or swords, stood in order on the three-tiered curved steps surrounding the Execution Platform.

All eyes turned to the center of the Execution Platform.

Several veteran actors playing sect elders stood at the four corners of the stage, each with white hair and beard and a solemn expression.

The sect's holy maiden, Fan Siyao, stood beneath a stone pillar on the west side, dressed in a flowing pink fairy dress, her face veiled with a light gauze of the same color, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

In the very center of the Execution Platform, Ling Yunshu, played by Qiao Zhixi, and Shen Du, played by Lu Yu, stand facing each other.

The two were about three zhang apart.

Ling Yunshu, dressed in a silver-blue disciple's robe, held a long sword drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a cold blue light under the prop lights.

He looked up at Shen Du, his eyes filled with the youthful spirit and determination of a young man, as well as a hint of undisguised heartache.

Shen Du stood opposite him, his moon-white robes billowing like clouds in the wind, his golden crown tied high, his face pale, his eyes calm.

He held no sword, his hands hanging at his sides, his posture composed.

It was as if the hundreds of sect disciples surrounding him, the several elders with unfathomable cultivation, and the boy who had knelt before him and called him master for years were all there.

They are all just fleeting moments.

"Shen Du!" Ling Yunshu's voice rang out on the Execution Platform.

The boy's voice trembled uncontrollably with anger and pain, "Having come this far, you still don't regret it?"

Shen Du turned his head to look at him, a very faint smile curving his lips.

His eyes held only a chilling indifference.

"Regret?" Shen Du's voice landed clearly on every corner of the Execution Platform. "I have cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness for 472 years, severing the seven emotions and cutting off the six desires. I am only one step away from being able to live as long as heaven and earth."

"You ask me if I regret it?"

He took a step forward.

Her robes billowed up, and the star chart on the silk gauze flowed like the real Milky Way.

"What I regret is..." Shen Du's gaze fell on Ling Yunshu's face, and for the first time, a crack appeared in those eyes that were always as cold as frost.

"When I found you in the mortal realm, there was no unexpected event that led to my killing you with a single sword strike."

Ling Yunshu tightened her grip on the sword hilt.

His eyes reddened, and his lips moved slightly as he desperately suppressed an emotion that was about to burst forth.

"Uncle-Master Jiqing!" the saintess standing under the stone pillar called out, her voice clear and mournful.

"Turn back. The elders have already said that as long as you are willing to disperse your cultivation and seal your spiritual veins, the sect can spare your life."

"Uncle-Master, you've cultivated for five hundred years, must you really have to come to this?"

Several elders took a step forward at the same time.

The white-bearded elder at the head of the group spoke in a booming voice, each word carrying an overwhelming pressure: "Ji Qing, you are exceptionally talented and could have become the number one person in our sect for a thousand years."

However, due to a cultivation deviation and excessive obsession, even if one's cultivation is scattered, one can still start over.

"If they remain stubbornly unrepentant..."

"Stubborn to the end?" Shen Du interrupted him.

He suddenly let out a cold laugh, sending chills down the spines of the hundreds of extras present.

Shen Du smiled and shook his head, as if he had heard some utterly absurd joke.

"Why should you judge whether my path is right or wrong?"

"If Heaven will not grant me immortality, then I will defy Heaven; if the Dao will not grant me ascension, then I will find another path!"

"You keep saying I've become a demon, then I'll become a demon and show you."

He raised his hand.

Long, slender fingers emerged from the wide sleeves of his robe, their fingertips forming a hand seal.

"Ling Yunshu." Shen Du knew that a battle was unavoidable today. "Draw your sword."

Ling Yunshu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any hesitation or heartache in his reddened eyes, only the resolute determination of someone pushed to the limit.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and slowly raised the blade, pointing it at Shen Du's heart.

"Today—I will act on behalf of Heaven!"

The director whispered "Okay" from behind the monitor.

So far, the pacing and emotions of this scene are on point.

Ling Yunshu's resolute decision, Shen Du's madness, the Holy Maiden's reluctance, and the Elder's oppressive aura all coincided at the most opportune moment.

Next comes the core of this grand spectacle: the aerial combat.

The wire stunt team was already in place.

Four wire operators each controlled two main steel wires, with Lu Yu and Qiao Zhixi each being managed by two operators.

The martial arts instructor went over the sequence of aerial movements one last time.

First, Shen Du leaped into the air, followed closely by Ling Yunshu, and the two exchanged swords three times in mid-air.

Shen Du's spiritual power clashed with Ling Yunshu's sword light, and Ling Yunshu was no match for him, spitting blood and suffering serious injuries.

Just as Shen Du was distracted, the heavily injured Ling Yunshu struck Shen Du's chest with a palm strike, which was infused with all her spiritual power.

Shen Du fell from a great height.