Volume One, Chapter 64: Special Super Update of "The Immortal Execution"

Hearing the disconnected call once more, Zhao Yi stared blankly at her phone. She sat before her makeup mirror, gazing at her own reflection. After two minutes of dazed silence, she suddenly erupted, sweeping everything from the vanity onto the floor in a frenzy.

"Bastard! Jiang Yu, you're a bastard!" she screamed. "How can you talk to me like that? You used to love me so much!" The words "you're dirty" had struck her with overwhelming force, far too much for Zhao Yi to bear. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

At that moment, the door opened. Li Jiang stepped inside, and seeing cosmetics scattered across the floor, he immediately understood what had happened. A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes—his woman, still thinking about another man. How could he tolerate that? But for now, there were more pressing matters.

Zhao Yi heard the door and knew exactly who had entered. She looked at Li Jiang with a trace of resentment. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"About what?" Li Jiang replied coolly.

"About Jiang Yu."

"Zhao Yi, are you questioning me? Have you forgotten your place?"

She stood stunned. Her anger had clouded her judgment just moments ago. "Sorry, Li Jiang. I was wrong. I saw his results were better than mine and acted impulsively."

Li Jiang smiled gently. "It's alright. Any newcomer would feel envy and jealousy seeing those results. I didn't tell you because I didn’t want it to affect you during the show."

He pulled Zhao Yi into his arms, his hands wandering with impunity.

"Enough, enough, stop crying. It's just Jiang Yu. Don't worry, you have Starlight Entertainment behind you. Fame is only a matter of time. He just got lucky and wrote a few songs."

"In the entertainment industry, plenty start strong and fizzle out later—I've seen it countless times. Look, today he posted that he's taking a break from the show. Maybe his creative spark has run dry."

Zhao Yi lowered her head, choking back sobs. She had seen the trending topics earlier, and could only use Li Jiang's words to comfort herself now. Yet, deep down, she still felt bitter.

She hated it.

She hated Jiang Yu for becoming so brilliant only after breaking up with her. She hated that he never showed such talent when they were together. Setting aside the facts, didn't Jiang Yu bear any fault? Why should he thrive so effortlessly after their separation?

Li Jiang’s eyes narrowed. "Are you still in touch with Jiang Yu? Do you know where he is, what he's doing?"

Zhao Yi shook her head. "I don't know."

"Then call him later. You were classmates, after all. The company wants to collaborate with him. Don't worry—your efforts won’t go unnoticed."

A flicker of grievance crossed Zhao Yi’s eyes. She knew he would never answer her call.

...

Meanwhile, Jiang Yu was utterly baffled.

Zhao Yi must be out of her mind, calling him so inexplicably. They’d broken up—why couldn't she just let things rest?

A waste of time.

Jiang Yu continued copying his manuscript. But today, he wrote more than usual.

He pushed straight into the climax of the entire novel.

"Finally, we’re here." Over a month’s work.

A smile appeared on Jiang Yu’s face as he clicked send.

A massive update, enough to delight his readers.

"Damn, did the author take some kind of stimulant today? So many chapters!"

"This is awesome!"

"Finally, the Ascension Battle!"

"This move is amazing—righteousness filling the world, enduring justice, not for slaying immortals but for destroying demons. Damn, it’s just too cool!"

Today’s avalanche of updates left everyone thrilled.

Earlier, the comments and chapter reviews were filled with concern: "Author, take care of your health, don’t update so much, slow and steady wins the race."

But the deeper they read, the more the readers sensed something wasn’t right.

"Nether spirits, slay the divine demons. With my blood and body, I offer myself as sacrifice."

????

"What the hell does this mean?" The comment section exploded.

"Author, you get one chance to rephrase that!"

"What the hell is this?"

"Three lifetimes, seven worlds, eternally condemned to the underworld. For love alone, I die without regret!"

Weibo and book reviews were in uproar.

"Damn, Bi Yao actually died? Author, how dare you!"

"Are you even human? Are you letting anyone live?"

"I'm a Xue Qi supporter, but seeing Bi Yao die like this—I can't take it!"

"Please, author, change it! I won’t urge you to update anymore, update whenever you want—just change this!"

Meanwhile, in a luxury apartment in the Magic Capital, Principal Wang was about to call for a young model when he noticed "Zhu Xian" had updated—a huge update, at that.

Suddenly, he forgot about the model and began reading.

But after finishing, a surge of anger overwhelmed him.

That damned author Guoba actually killed off Bi Yao?

He logged onto CatCat website without hesitation.

He spent a million CatNip—the site's reading currency—and sent only one word: "Change."

Alas, there was no reply.

"Damn author, despicable!"

"He killed Bi Yao and still has the nerve to take a break?"

"Exactly, come out here, author! Bring Bi Yao back!"

All the readers were in uproar.

On this day, a mysterious trending topic appeared online.

#BiYaoIsDead#

#GuobaKilledBiYao#

#BringBackBiYao#

#BeggingGuobaToResurrectBiYao#

Who was Bi Yao?

Online, countless people were curious—who was this woman, Bi Yao, that everyone wanted resurrected?

A wave of people began searching.

They discovered it was an online novel.

And in that instant, "Zhu Xian" soared to the top of the charts.

At the CatCat Reading Network headquarters, the editor-in-chief called Cherry into the office, puzzled. "The data department reports abnormal backend numbers for 'Zhu Xian.' What did Guoba do?"

Cherry was just as bewildered. "I have no idea. Guoba always updates on his own schedule, as much as he likes, whenever he likes. I can't control him."

"I’ll send someone to investigate. We’ll soon know whether it’s hackers or someone deliberately messing with the book."

Soon, the data team delivered their report.

The editor-in-chief’s face lit up with joy.

"Cherry, you’ve done a great job!"

At CatCat Reading Network, he was overjoyed—a web novel with such traffic, it was unprecedented.

"The company has decided to give you a 20% raise."

Cherry was thrilled. "Thank you, boss! It’s all thanks to your guidance."

"Cherry, the company wants to arrange an exclusive interview with Guoba. Contact him and see if he’s available soon."

"Yes, boss, I’ll reach out right away."

Cherry rushed back to her desk to examine why the book’s data had spiked so suddenly. Finally, she found the cause.

The sky had fallen!

Her good mood about the raise vanished.

She hurried to contact the author.

Cherry: Guoba, did you make a mistake? Why did you kill off Bi Yao?

Cherry: Should I help you retract it? You’ll lose so many readers this way!

Cherry: Please, Guoba, could you reconsider?

Cherry sat before her computer, eyes red and nose sniffling—she’d clearly just cried.

Jiang Yu heard the sound from Penguin messenger, glanced at it, and smiled.

Turkey-flavored Guoba: No.