[{"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-200":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},1297814,1723,"Chapter 200: Demon Core Crack, The Final Arrow!","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-200",200,"\u003Cp>The camera locked tightly onto the drawn bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, emotionless command from Zhang Mouyi came through the loudspeaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Release!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The order was given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prop arrow screamed through the air with a piercing whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a hair’s breadth off course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood pack concealed on Jiang Ci’s shoulder burst on cue!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tremendous force pinned him firmly against the Divine Tree behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That impact was not acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To achieve the utmost realism, the prop arrow’s force had been deliberately increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci’s back hit the rough trunk hard, producing a dull thud that made teeth ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His whole body convulsed violently, his torso sliding down the trunk half an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a few scattered notification sounds rang in Jiang Ci’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ping! Heartbreak Value +8 (source: costume assistant Xiaoya)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ping! Heartbreak Value +11 (source: props master Xiaoqin)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Heartbreak Value +5 (source: clapper loader...)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trickle after trickle, hardly anything significant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a fraction of what Zhao Yingfei had contributed during his performance of The Farewell My Concubine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci felt calm inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure physical torment produces a visual shock far greater than emotional resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience would think it was tragic, not heartbreaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was merely an appetizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real feast had not arrived yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence on the set was deathly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was stunned by the brutality and realism of the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi’s voice came over the walkie-talkie again, frighteningly composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second arrow, third arrow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do not break the emotion! One take, one cut!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words hit every crew member hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hit Su Qingying even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her controlled “A Li” did not pause at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That command was Chi Jie’s order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mechanically, she reached into the quiver on her back and drew the second arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nocked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drew the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion was smooth and merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hollow, un-Su Qingying eyes, there was only that red figure nailed to the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the monitors,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Nian’s smile vanished the moment the second arrow was placed on the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not understand the subtle techniques of acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she felt something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pressure beyond her comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made her deeply uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could not be calculated or controlled; it was full of unpredictable loss of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Jiang Ci and Su Qingying at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second arrow left the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another muffled impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shaft pierced through the other side of Jiang Ci’s shoulder with pinpoint accuracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood exploded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two arrows, symmetrical left and right, formed an utterly humiliating posture, fastening him to the Divine Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly like when Ling Xi sealed him a thousand years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, this was even crueller than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sealing is imprisonment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was torture unto death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, cooperating with that enormous force, let out a muffled groan held tight in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is not Ling Xi, it is A Li.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After delivering that line, Jiang Ci’s head fell weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stray hair covered his eyes, leaving only a jawline smeared with blood yet stubborn to the extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi watched, holding his arms while observing the scene; Luo Yu shivered all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind still replayed his previous, near-mad performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought he had played Chi Jie’s hatred to the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he watched the figure on the monitor, nailed to the tree and refusing even a single cry of pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his own “madness” on stage looked pitifully thin before this fated, irrepressible tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the scene,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying’s hand reached for the last arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, she nocked it on the bowstring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, she pulled the bow much more slowly than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera gave her a tight facial close-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face of “A Li” still wore a puppet-like numbness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the arrow tip, under everyone’s gaze, moved slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it aimed at Jiang Ci again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aimed at the center of the barely visible crack embroidered in the red costume over his chest with the finest silver thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location of the demon core crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Chi Jie’s final instruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted A Li to personally shatter Ye Chen’s last vestige of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the monitors, Zhang Mouyi stared at Su Qingying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he caught an incredibly subtle, barely perceptible motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying’s arm holding the bowstring showed a faint tremor, utterly inconsistent with a “controlled” state...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was so small that without a high-definition close-up, it would have been invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came from the depths of the soul: a resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Li’s remaining consciousness using its last strength to fight the invasion of demonic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was crying out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Begging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi behind the monitor began shaking uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A masterstroke!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the pinnacle of Su Qingying’s empathy with the character, the ultimate manifestation of top-tier acting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not act “struggling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She enacted the dying embers after the struggle had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this planted the deepest, most painful seed for the emotional explosion to come!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Release…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi squeezed the word out through his teeth in a breathy whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he feared making a louder sound would disturb the actors’ state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that tremor was ruthlessly suppressed by the demonic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm returned to absolute stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third arrow shot straight for Ye Chen’s demon core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the exact moment the arrow left the string,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a soft snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson magatama prop on Su Qingying’s brow, the core of her demonic power, shattered without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It split in two and fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was pressed into slow motion at that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken magatama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow flying toward the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying’s once hollow, scattered eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos withdrew rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clarity, laced with boundless terror, flooded in!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her consciousness returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw the arrow leaving the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw the arrow’s trajectory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw, even more clearly, the figure nailed to the tree with two arrows, blood-soaked, about to have his heart pierced by her own hand—Ye Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi sprang up from his director’s chair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the equipment in front of him aside and stared at the monitor, at that face filled with horror and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the walkie-talkie and barked into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s breaking free!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Yes!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All camera positions! All camera positions on her!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingying!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Mouyi’s voice distorted with excitement, a manic, fanatical fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, the stage is yours alone!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1089,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","8c98ee94f250a2ede9b56997a4d8ade371dc2537ad1e9a34fba4d244d83f9611","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-201","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-199",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]