Ch 178: The Cannon Fodder Won’t Play Along Anymore [QT]

Half a month later, Mu Xing left the Seeking Immortality crew.

He hadn’t had many scenes to begin with—if filmed seriously, he could have finished in two days.

But after Director Zhou saw him in costume, his expectations doubled from five to ten. He even had the scriptwriter change the script on the spot.

Additional scenes were written for Zhuo Qingbi. Originally, these had only been fleeting mentions in the male lead’s memories, but now Mu Xing was asked to act them out.

During filming, Director Zhou realized Mu Xing actually knew so much: playing instruments like guqin and jade flute was one thing, but he could even perform sword-flower routines!

His fight scenes were sharp and elegant—the action choreographer had nothing left to do.

With Mu Xing setting the bar so high, Director Zhou became more and more dissatisfied with the other leads, raising his standards by several notches.

The cameraman followed Mu Xing happily every day, shooting loads of behind-the-scenes clips.

When Mu Xing left, Director Zhou even handed him a business card, speaking with reluctance, saying he hoped they could work together again someday.

Mu Xing accepted it with thanks.

But deep down, he knew clearly: the reason this role suited him wasn’t because of acting skill, but simply because he had seen real cultivators before, and was only recreating what he’d witnessed.

He feared he would have to let down Director Zhou’s goodwill.

Back home, Mu Xing terminated his contract with the company, just as planned.

When Old Master Mu heard he didn’t want to be a celebrity anymore, he was so delighted he immediately gave him two villas.

Mu Xing: “…”

Alright, I get it. You’re all making fun of me.

When Mu Lin learned he’d quit the entertainment circle, she again asked if he wanted to work in the family company. Mu Xing quickly refused.

He stayed home with Mu Jiangtao for over half a year, and sought out a pottery master in Nan Province.

With enough time and money, he preferred to spend his energy exploring new and interesting fields rather than working hard to earn more wealth.

All those skills he had—guqin, flute, painting—were things he had mastered over long stretches of past lives.

No matter how much money one earned, it couldn’t be taken through reincarnation. But learning such crafts gave him joy, and even in another world, those skills would remain.

The Mu family’s young master pulled his suitcase quietly to an old courtyard more than a hundred years old, visited the master, and became an ordinary apprentice.

Half a year later, he sent his first finished product back home.

A chubby little rabbit—very rough.

He even sent a video to Mu Jiangtao: “Well? Am I amazing? Master Zhang praised me for having talent.”

Mu Jiangtao snorted in disdain: “Please. No one would want this even for free.”

Yet when Mu Lin came home and saw it sitting on the multi-treasure cabinet in her father’s study, she laughed: “Dad, where did you pick up this thing off a rug? It looks out of place here.”

That cabinet was filled with antiques and precious artifacts. Among them, the fat rabbit was utterly out of place.

Mu Jiangtao glanced at his eldest daughter, gave a soft hum, and with a hint of pride in his voice said: “Your brother made it himself. I dislike it, but he insisted it was his first piece and made me keep it safe.”

Mu Lin: “…”

After a moment’s silence, she said: “Actually, the rabbit… isn’t that bad.”

That very night, Mu Xing received a call from his sister.

Mu Lin said her desk looked a bit empty and asked if there was something she could place on it to make it less plain.

At first, Mu Xing didn’t get her meaning, and excitedly suggested she keep fresh flowers on her desk—it would brighten her mood every day.

Until Mu Lin “casually” mentioned: “Dad said you’ve been able to make some simple little things lately?”

Mu Xing finally understood what she meant.

If you want something, just say so—why go in circles?

He held back a laugh and said: “Yes, though I’m still not skilled. Out of my first batch, only that rabbit looked passable. Now I’m making a second batch. If something good turns out, I’ll send one to you.”

Mu Lin answered with a reserved “mm” and added: “Nothing too fancy.”

“Got it.”

A month later, a package arrived at the front desk of Mu Corporation headquarters.

Seeing the recipient’s name, the staff immediately called the CEO’s office.

Five minutes later, Mu Lin opened the box and stared at a white, round-bellied maneki-neko.

It wore a red cord with a little bell around its neck, smiled with crescent eyes, and raised a paw as if waving to her.

Just then, Mu Xing called.

“Sis, did you get what I sent you?”

Mu Lin looked at the chubby cat and asked slowly: “That cat?”

“Mm!” Mu Xing asked her, “Isn’t it cute? Compared to Dad’s rabbit, isn’t it a big improvement? The surface is smooth, the color even. Master said I could set up a street stall and make a living now.”

Mu Lin was silent for a moment, then said: “…Cute.”

She struggled for over half an hour before finally placing the cat-sized ceramic on her desk.

When her assistant came in with documents, the little thing was the first thing that caught her eye.

She looked at Mu Lin in surprise. The CEO was always serious at work, and her office style was simple and efficient. But this cat—

It was very abrupt.

Mu Lin noticed her assistant standing there for a long time, eyes fixed on the cat on the desk.

The corners of her lips curved into a smile, and she said softly: “My brother gave it to me.”

Then she emphasized: “He made it himself.”

Seeing the assistant still not reacting, she took the initiative to ask: “Isn’t it cute?”

The assistant tilted her head and met Mu Lin’s eyes directly.

The CEO was staring at her straight on, clearly waiting for an answer.

She immediately said: “Cute! Super cute! Young Master Mu is truly multi-talented! President, you and your brother have such a good relationship!”

“Mm.” Mu Lin made a sound, then added with disdain: “Already such a grown man, yet still like a child, liking these flashy little things.”

The assistant shivered, quickly placed the documents on the desk, and left.

Outside the office, she recalled the smile on the CEO’s face and thought to herself—who would have guessed, the CEO is actually a brother-con.

*

Seeking Immortality finally aired.

This lavishly produced xianxia drama, with a powerful cast, was one of the most anticipated TV series of the year.

With its tight plot, intense conflicts, top trending stars, and well-done promotion, its popularity kept climbing from the very start. Even if it wasn’t a mega-hit, its ratings were already secured.

The popularity of the main actors rose sharply, and their fan counts soared.

Then came episode thirteen, when the male lead mistakenly entered the forbidden ground, and Mu Xing’s little junior uncle appeared for the first time.

In the silent realm, he was the guardian of Qingyue Sect’s most mysterious and dangerous Sword Tomb.

Carrying a long zither on his back, as radiant as the bright moon, his gaze calm and detached as he looked at the male lead: “Disciple of Qingyue Sect? Do you know this is the sect’s forbidden ground? Intruders must be punished.”

The male lead, stunned by his bearing, was momentarily speechless. The next instant, a fierce gust struck him, and he fell unconscious.

One line of dialogue, less than half a minute of screen time.

The audience went wild.

#LittleUncle, an exiled immortal from the heavens#

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