[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-149":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297713,1723,"Chapter 149: Look into my eyes and die again!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-149",149,"\u003Cp>Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film and television city on the outskirts of the capital was so quiet you could hear the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the exclusive dance studio the crew had prepared for Zhao Yingfei, it was pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights were off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale moonlight filtered in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining a cold shape on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei stood alone in the very center of the dance studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was barefoot, her ankles slender, pressing against the cool wooden floorboards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the entire space, the song \"Eight Thousand Souls\" was not playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only her own light, almost imperceptible breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her mind, there was no melody, no drumbeat, and none of the mournful, beautiful notes of that bone flute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only the howling of the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first movement was not any elegant opening pose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a swift and fierce sweeping motion of her arm, imitating a blade being drawn from its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm cut through the air, her sleeve creating a faint, sharp sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, came chopping, hacking, thrusting, blocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of her movements was crisp and clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every spin carried the solitary courage of charging into battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every leap was as if stepping over the corpses of enemies, without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every brief pause was Yu Ji's silent tribute to her comrades who had fallen on the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an offering, emanating from the depths of her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dance steps were sometimes swift and fierce like rolling thunder, her bare feet striking the floor with heavy, muffled thuds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sound perfectly reproduced the essence of the \"Trampling the Camp\" war dance described in the fragmented ancient texts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fearless spirit of using dance steps as war drums to trample the enemy camp flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had taught her this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a kind of synesthesia, almost instinctual, belonging to a top-tier dancer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That song \"Eight Thousand Souls\" was like a key, opening the floodgates deep within her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It allowed her to cross a thousand years and touch the tragic grandeur and unyielding spirit of that distant era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance reached its climax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei's movements became faster and faster, more and more urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if she was no longer alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless invisible warrior souls attached themselves to her, charging and singing mournful songs alongside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, due to her extreme immersion, her face displayed a pallor that was almost holy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dance was Yu Ji's final song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci returned to the hotel room arranged by the crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not open the script as usual, nor did he continue browsing properties online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was dimly lit. He sat cross-legged on the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were tightly shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over and over, he replayed the song \"Eight Thousand Souls\" in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was adapting in advance, attempting to grasp and control that pure despair belonging to Xiang Yu at his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to internalize this despair, make it a part of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at the moment filming began, release it completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passive skill, [Emotional Isolation LV1], allowed him to maintain the absolute clarity of \"Jiang Ci\" to examine and dissect the pain of \"Xiang Yu\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the most calm surgeon dissecting himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could clearly feel that overwhelming sense of powerlessness, the anger of being betrayed by all, and the desolation of a hero at his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these emotions were isolated by a transparent membrane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surged within him, yet could not truly devour his reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly what he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only this way could he deliver the most precise, and most lethal, performance in the scene \"The Farewell My Concubine\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted not just the audience's heartbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted that scene to become an irreproducible classic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next few days, the atmosphere on set became unusually strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei had practically welded herself into that dance studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day, the door to the dance studio was forever tightly shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her assistant could only leave water and a small amount of food at the door at fixed times, then quietly leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People on the crew could only occasionally see that solitary figure late at night, repeating those movements filled with power and sorrow under the moonlight, again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Jiang Ci, he became a regular fixture on the Group B film set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After wrapping up work, he would return alone to his room to continue his secret \"closed-door cultivation\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew these two people were honing themselves in their own ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were making their final preparations for the five-day countdown to that destined-to-be-historic scene between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumors and gossip on set, however, never ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These two are truly insane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One practices dancing until she's practically invisible, the other acts like a wooden statue on set every day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think, after 'The Farewell My Concubine' is shot, they can be sent straight to the psychiatric hospital.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Getting too immersed in the role isn't a good thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou heard these discussions and several times wanted to rush into Jiang Ci's room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to advise him to relax a bit, not to push himself so hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, he didn't dare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only silently pray that in five days, everything would go smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please, for heaven's sake, don't let anything go wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the day before filming arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci finished a day of training and dragged his exhausted body back to the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just finished showering when the doorbell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opening the door, standing there was Zhao Yingfei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had changed out of her plain white practice uniform, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was still somewhat pale, but her whole person exuded a sharpness never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have time?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci nodded and stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei entered the room. She didn't sit down, but walked directly to the open space in the center of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to dance the complete piece for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time, after days of secluded practice, that she was fully showing her results to anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't speak, just silently stood in the corner, leaving her enough space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei took a deep breath and closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she opened them again, she was no longer Zhao Yingfei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was Yu Ji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman about to offer her king one final dance with her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every one of her movements, every turn, seemed to step on the drumbeats of \"Eight Thousand Souls\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword light flowed, sleeves fluttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that dance, there was the sorrow of parting, the resolve to go to one's death, and even more, a love that remained unwavering until death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci watched quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her transform from a proud royal consort into a warrior ready to follow her lord to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her use the dance to narrate boundless sorrow and joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the dance ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, holding that nonexistent sword, performed the motion of slitting her own throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she slowly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fell onto the cold floor, silent and still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room, there was a deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long time passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Jiang Ci slowly speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's still one thing missing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yingfei, lying on the floor, moved slightly. She opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci walked over and crouched down in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your dance is dedicated to Xiang Yu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, you should look into my eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From beginning to end.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1289,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","4aa382596d5e3c090178fdff093309a323104ae7eb3170e67b2131a67b8a3353","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-150","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-148",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]