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Chapter 304 The Tale of Two Bamboos

Read Chapter 304, "The Tale of Two Bamboos," now to begin your exciting day.

The fan area was completely erupting in cheers and screams, the clicking of phone shutters filling the air. Many people were flushed with excitement and incoherent. Several young girls hugged each other tightly, jumping and shouting, "Did you see that?! I told you Qingyi wasn't an ordinary person!"

The crew was completely dumbfounded. The wire stuntman stood there, mouth agape, not even noticing his safety harness had come loose; the lighting technician forgot to adjust the lights and stared blankly at the set; even the seasoned director Hu gaped, only snapping back to reality after a long pause, grabbing Wang Rui's arm, his voice trembling: "Mr. Wang... Ms. Wei... this..."

Wang Rui himself was also deeply moved. He forced down his excitement, patted Director Hu's shoulder forcefully, and said calmly, "Director Hu, didn't I tell you before? Teacher Wei... is no ordinary person. Now you believe me, right? Film it well; this kind of shot is one of a kind in the world!"

Sun Wei and Zhang Hao stood to the side, exchanged a glance, and both saw a strong sense of shock and longing in each other's eyes.

Sun Wei's eyes lit up: "This is the real 'immortal'... Wang Rui, we must join the Cloud Hidden Sect! No matter what!"

Wang Rui nodded emphatically, gazing at Wei Qingyi's aloof and otherworldly figure in the arena. His yearning for the path of cultivation had never been so intense.

This is truly extraordinary, this is the world they yearn for!

In the arena, Wei Qingyi seemed oblivious to the surrounding commotion. She simply turned her head slightly to look at the martial arts instructor and calmly asked, "Is this alright?"

The martial arts instructor, as if waking from a dream, nodded repeatedly, stammering, "Y-yes! Absolutely amazing! Teacher Wei...you've...you've got it right! We'll film it like this! No wires needed! Absolutely not!"

Director Hu, realizing what was happening, exclaimed excitedly, his voice trembling, "Attention everyone! Follow Teacher Wei's instructions exactly! Camera two, get close-ups; camera one, get wide shots! Lighting, that natural lighting effect was excellent, maintain it! We...we're ready for the actual shooting!"

The entire crew sprang into action, like clockwork, with excitement and awe on everyone's faces. To participate in such a shoot and witness such a "miracle" is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Outside the bamboo grove, the commotion of the fans startled tourists and cultivators strolling further away. Many gathered around, craning their necks to see what was happening. The news spread like wildfire: "That actress in the film can fly!" "She really didn't use any wires! I saw it with my own eyes!" "The Cloud Hidden Sect truly lives up to its reputation; there really are immortals on that mountain!"

At the edge of the crowd, the handsome man in the moon-white robe who had appeared earlier had quietly returned. He stood behind a clump of bamboo, his gaze fixed intently on Wei Qingyi, who had finished her stance and was now standing quietly in the center of the field. His eyes then swept over Chen Anran, who stood calmly not far away, and his scrutiny and inquiry deepened. Then, he silently retreated into the depths of the bamboo forest again, as if he had never been there at all.

Wei Qingyi seemed oblivious to the commotion around her. Once everyone was ready, the stage manager clapped the clapperboard, and she leaped up again, her moon-white figure weaving and turning among the bamboo and light, her sword pointing out in the air, her sleeves fluttering in the wind. Every movement was fluid and natural, carrying a rhythmic beauty that transcended the mundane, perfectly capturing the imagery of "sword energy soaring, a fairy descending to earth" from the script.

Behind the monitor, Director Hu stared intently at the screen, his hands trembling with excitement. This visual spectacle, this realism—post-production simply couldn't replicate it! This is true ethereal beauty!

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At the Cloud Hidden Sect, Su Wan, who should have been in seclusion to break through her cultivation, was not in her meditation room. Instead, she was in a more secluded bamboo forest deep in the back mountains, where a simple stone table and benches were set up. Su Wan was sitting on the benches, looking at the young man standing respectfully in front of her with a complicated expression.

The man was the same long-robed monk who had appeared outside the bamboo forest earlier and then quietly left. At this moment, the deliberately maintained gentle elegance was gone from his face; instead, there was genuine respect, and even a hint of excitement.

"Master, your disciple has finally found you." The man's voice trembled slightly as he bowed deeply to the ground. "A thousand years have passed, and your disciple... has not failed your expectations... and has finally... seen you again, Master."

Su Wan looked at him, her eyes filled with the emotion of a long-awaited reunion, but also with deep weariness. She gently raised her hand, and a soft yet irresistible spiritual force lifted the man up: "No need for formalities. A thousand years is but a vast change for you. Your ability to find me is a testament to your own destiny and perseverance."

She paused, her gaze falling on the man, as if trying to pierce through his youthful exterior to see the undying spirit that had endured countless reincarnations within. "You've already met your three senior uncles?"

The man nodded, organizing his thoughts, "The three senior uncles... are all a hundred million points weaker."

Su Wan's fingertips lightly brushed the edge of the stone table, where the moss was slightly cool. "They know nothing," she said softly, as if speaking to the man, yet also as if talking to herself, "That's for the best. This era, this world, is just beginning for them. They shouldn't be burdened by our karma."

The man took a deep breath, the crisp air of the bamboo forest filling his lungs, but it couldn't suppress the heaviness in his heart: "Are you really determined to...? This matter... is ultimately going against the tide."

"The overall situation?" Su Wan raised her eyes and looked at the sky outside the gaps in the bamboo forest. It was clear and blue there, and the spiritual energy was slowly recovering, nourishing this mountain and the cultivators within it. But in her eyes, she seemed to see a different scene.

Noise, strife, war, and certain ancient beings that, once fully awakened, can never rest again.

"The so-called general trend is nothing more than a torrent built up by countless choices. If we can make a slight change at the source, perhaps... we can find a calmer riverbed."

Su Wan withdrew her gaze and looked at the disciple who had followed her across the vast expanse of time. "Three thousand years ago, wasn't the Spiritual Energy Era suppressed by us? This is just another one."

The man, however, sounded anxious. "But this time is different..."

Su Wan interrupted, "My mind is made up. Some doors should not be opened; some prices the world cannot afford to pay."

The man remained silent for a moment, then knelt on one knee and lowered his head: "Disciple understands. Whatever Master decides, disciple will follow him to the death."

Su Wan didn't speak for a moment, but said after a while, "If things work out, I'll leave Chen Anran in your care."

The man shuddered, jerking his head to meet Su Wan's calm yet unfathomable gaze. He understood the entrustment and resolve within her eyes. His throat bobbed a few times before he finally kowtowed heavily, his forehead touching the cold bluestone floor.

"Disciple...accepts the order. I will certainly not fail my master's trust."

Su Wan looked at him quietly for a long time before letting out a barely audible sigh.

"Go ahead. Stick to the plan. I think that day will come sooner than we imagine."