Volume One, Chapter 79: An Unexpected Incident at the Airport

Unbeknownst to her, the later chapters of "Immortal Execution" had already been updated. Today’s installment reached the scene in the Celestial Treasury, where Zhang Xiaofan, now Blood Prince Ghost Li, encountered Lu Xueqi for the first time since his transformation. The two of them, standing on opposite sides, were consumed with sorrow. Lu Xueqi gazed at that familiar figure: “Xiaofan, come back.” But with Bi Yao’s soul perished because of him, how could he possibly return? “I haven’t used that name in a long time...”

Su Muyu found her eyes reddening as she read this passage. As a staunch supporter of Bi Yao, she firmly believed that Ghost Li would save Bi Yao, yet at the same time, her heart ached terribly for Lu Xueqi. Especially when Master Shuiyue said to her, “Qier, this is fate. Next time you meet, you will be enemies.” Such a state of living death was a heavy burden for this girl to bear.

Ever since Bi Yao cast the Devotion Curse, the story had only grown more heartrending. The comments section was in uproar, especially after Daoxuan tried to marry Lu Xueqi off to Li Xun, and Lu Xueqi resolutely declared, “I am not willing.” Then came her meeting with Ghost Li, when for the first time he said to her, “Come with me.” But Lu Xueqi asked, “And what about Bi Yao?” That passage set off even fiercer debate.

Readers began flooding the reviews, urging the author to let Ghost Li and Lu Xueqi be together; even some diehard Bi Yao fans were wavering. At this moment, Su Muyu covered her mouth and sobbed softly. Having binged the new chapters in one sitting, her eyes brimmed with tears. The image of Ghost Li leaving in despair etched itself in her mind. “This damned author,” she thought, “how can he come up with such heartbreaking plots?”

After finishing, Su Muyu wiped her eyes and glared at the starred contact in her WeChat, teeth clenched. “I want to hit him so badly!”

Meanwhile, Jiang Yu, who had just finished writing and was about to rest, suddenly sneezed hard. He picked up his phone: “The author updated! How was today’s plot?”

Su Muyu replied: Go to bed. You have to go to the capital tomorrow to prepare for the National Day Gala.

Jiang Yu: I helped you urge the author to update, and you don’t even thank me?

Su Muyu: Sleep.

Jiang Yu scratched his head as he looked at Su Muyu’s last message. Though it was only two words, for some reason, just looking at them made a chill run down his back.

...

At Huayue Entertainment, the office phone rang incessantly.

“I’m sorry, Jiang Yu has been quite busy lately and doesn’t have time to write songs. Once his schedule clears up, we can set something up, alright?”

“Really sorry, he’s just overwhelmed these days. We’ll discuss it once he has more time.”

“Hello, President Sun! Yes, Jiang Yu is very busy right now... No, it’s not a money issue. Five million per song is already a very generous offer. It’s just that Jiang Yu has other obligations at the moment. Once he’s finished with them, we can discuss further arrangements, okay?”

Because of the “Exaggeration” incident, Jiang Yu’s reputation had soared yet again. With so many industry heavyweights speaking up for him and praising him to the skies, more and more people were seeking him out for songs—lead singles, TV drama themes—Su Ling’s phone hadn’t stopped ringing.

After hanging up, Su Ling let out a long sigh. Across from her, Su Muyu couldn’t help but laugh at her aunt’s busy state.

“What are you laughing at!” Su Ling shot her a look. “I just turned down a five-million-per-song deal plus twenty percent royalties—do you know how much that hurts?”

“I know,” Su Muyu was still smiling.

“Laugh yourself to death!” Su Ling rolled her eyes. “Enough about me. How is Jiang Yu’s program preparation coming along?”

“He’s already written the group chorus, and rehearsals are going well. It’s just his solo that’s still unwritten. He seems to be under a lot of pressure—he was still talking about it right before boarding the plane today.”

“That’s normal. After all, it’s a huge stage. Come to think of it, someone who’s only debuted less than three months and can already perform on two such major stages... If you’d told me that before, I’d have thought it was just boasting! You should call and check on him when you can. I’m sure your support will help relieve some of his pressure.”

Hearing this, Su Muyu blushed to the tips of her ears. “Auntie, what are you talking about? What does his stress have to do with me?”

Su Ling rolled her eyes again. “I swear, when your time comes and everything else has turned to ashes, your sharp tongue will be the only thing left!”

...

At the Capital Airport, Jiang Yu looked resigned. “Do I really have to wear this mask? And a scarf, and a hat? Isn’t that a bit much? No one’s going to recognize me.”

“You have to wear them—it’s clean and hygienic,” Wu Kenan replied cheerfully. “You’re not quite a superstar, but you’re not unknown either. If you cause a scene at the airport, that wouldn’t be good, would it?”

“All right.” Though he didn’t like it, Jiang Yu left everything on.

“Let’s go. The car is ready. We need to get to the rehearsal hall—just one week left. Will you be able to finish the song in time?”

“I think so.” Jiang Yu scratched his head. “Come on, let’s get going. I need to think about the song as soon as we arrive.”

The two picked up their luggage and followed the crowd outside.

But as they reached the exit, everyone came to a halt. The way out was blocked by a large crowd—mostly screaming young women. Looking into the throng, they could see a cluster of security guards holding the fans at bay. It was obvious a celebrity had arrived.

“Who is it, making such a spectacle?” Jiang Yu frowned.

“No idea,” Wu Kenan shook his head. “Let’s see if we can squeeze through. Just ignore them.”

“Right.” Jiang Yu started searching for a gap, but the exit was completely blocked, and they were stuck for a long while.

The girls didn’t care about the other travelers at all, shrieking and making a racket. Jiang Yu grew irritated, and even Wu Kenan’s eyes flashed with anger. Some passengers had already started cursing.

“What the hell is this? This is a public place—what are you doing blocking the entrance?”

“Yeah, do you think this is your own house?”

“Move aside! You’re wasting everyone’s time!”

The girls, hearing themselves cursed at, immediately took offense.

“What’s your problem? Our idol is here—shouldn’t you make way for him?”

“Exactly! A bunch of grown men fussing about this, just because you’re not here to pick anyone up. Pathetic.”

“Damn it, you—”

A hot-blooded young man was about to throw a punch, but someone next to him held him back.

One of the girls, seeing this, started shouting.

“What, you want to hit us? Go on, try it! If you really dare, I’d actually respect you for being a real man. If you can’t, then stop blustering, you spineless coward!”

“Screw you!”

Just then, a special group approached in neat formation, with escorts clearing the way. The group was composed entirely of elderly people, many of them visibly injured or disabled.

“Excuse us, please, we have urgent matters.”

The escorts were visibly anxious, trying repeatedly to communicate with the fans, but no one paid them any heed.

Suddenly, the crowded mass lurched backward, as if forced apart by the security guards.

“Careful!” the staff shouted.

A young woman bumped into one of the elderly, who lost his balance and fell straight down. The escorts tried to reach him, but were blocked by the crowd. The old man, already frail, took a hard fall... Despair flashed in the eyes of the escorts, and the old man closed his eyes.