163: Sect Leader Hua was stunned! Divine Child: Your acting skills are subpar!

Inside the teahouse.

Su Chen's action of cracking melon seeds possessed the ease and artistry of a Grandmaster wielding a brush to paint.

The crisp 'crack' sound became the sole accompaniment to this street drama.

He watched with rapt attention, even activating an on-site teaching mode.

"Spring Flower, look at that lead Extra; his expression is too stiff, just shouting without depth. And that skinny guy next to him keeps glancing at me—zero professional ethics. Too aware of the camera, completely out of character."

"Autumn Moon, what do you think? Is the female lead's crying scene a bit fake? Thunder without rain—her emotion only stays on the surface, never delving into the character's core."

Spring Flower and Autumn Moon suppressed their laughter, looking at their Divine Son with utmost reverence, agreeing earnestly.

"Divine Son's Wisdom Eye is sharp. This direction of acting is indeed worlds apart from when you guided us at the Su Family Ancestral Ground to pretend you were in seclusion," Spring Flower whispered.

"Mmm, the props department is lacking too," Autumn Moon added calmly. "These herbs have no Spiritual Qi, their texture is rough, showing no respect for detail."

[It’s still my two Girls who have taste; they saw the crux of the problem at a glance.]

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction.

[For this whole performance, I give it a failing grade. The script is cliché, the actors are amateur, the props are shoddy, and the core conflict is unclear.]

[Only the female lead's looks and figure earn a sympathetic effort point.]

In the center of the street, Hua Nongying's lungs were about to ignite with rage.

The "professional critiques" from the large man and two young women in the teahouse were like poisoned darts, precisely piercing the depths of her Divine Soul.

She, Hua Nongying, Mistress of the Hehuan Sect, a Giant Figure of the Demonic Path, was being treated today as a street performer!

And being judged as having 'exaggerated acting' and 'fake crying'?

This was trampling upon her very Soul!

The three Demonic Path 'veteran actors' she had paid a fortune to hire were also about to break character.

They felt less like villains and more like clowns put on display for amusement.

The gazes from all directions were filled with mockery, as if looking at fools.

"Big Brother, should we... should we keep acting? I feel like if we continue, the golden reputation of our 'Villain Gang' will be ruined," that skinny Demonic Cultivator was close to tears.

The burly leader was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and decided to deploy his trump card!

His malice surged, and he grabbed the herbs from the ground, throwing them toward Hua Nongying's face, roaring hoarsely, "Bitch! Still dare to glare at me! Today, I'll make you understand why the flowers are so red!"

His hand, as large as a cattail fan, rose high, carrying a gust of wind, sweeping toward Hua Nongying's pearly, tear-streaked face.

Success!

Hua Nongying closed her eyes in despair, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as a single crystal tear slid perfectly from the corner of her eye.

This was her supreme secret technique, cultivated for three hundred years—'Fairy Weeping Blood'!

It was said that even a Quasi-Emperor with an iron heart would have their Dao Heart shaken and feel pity!

Come on!

As long as you make a move, everything can still be salvaged!

Hua Nongying screamed wildly in her heart, awaiting that man's thunderous rage and heroic rescue.

And then... there was no furious roar.

Nor was there any rescue.

There was only a light 'pop' sound.

A melon seed shell traced a graceful parabola, landing precisely on the back of the lead Demonic Cultivator's raised hand.

The force wasn't great.

But the insult was catastrophic.

The lead Demonic Cultivator's movement froze completely.

He looked blankly toward the teahouse, toward the culprit.

Su Chen was looking at him with an expression of disgust, still clearly muttering.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Fight if you want, but don't block my view!"

"Move aside, you're ruining my viewing experience!"

Lead Demonic Cultivator: '???'

Hua Nongying: '!!!'

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators, after a moment of dead silence, burst into a tidal wave of hysterical laughter.

"Pfft—Hahahaha!"

"Dying of laughter! This gentleman is genuinely here to watch a show!"

"So wicked! But... hahahaha! I love it!"

The faces of the three Demonic Cultivators instantly flushed the color of blood-soaked liver.

Public execution!

This was a public execution more cruel than death by a thousand cuts!

"I'm not acting anymore! Not acting! Whoever wants this job can have it!"

The leading Demonic Cultivator's mentality completely collapsed. He threw the 'script' in his hand onto the ground, grabbed two underlings, and squeezed into the crowd without looking back, disappearing without a trace.

The actors have gone on strike.

Only Hua Nongying remained, still holding that highlight pose of 'despairingly closing her eyes, a beauty shedding tears,' frozen in place.

Awkward.

An awkwardness sufficient to freeze the Divine Soul washed over her from head to toe like a chilling tide from the Nine Hells.

She felt the gazes of the entire world turn into tangible swords, repeatedly slicing at her.

Slowly, slowly, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Su Chen's clear and innocent eyes.

Those eyes seemed to say: 'Huh? What happened? The climax hasn't even arrived, and the show is already over? Refund my ticket!'

"Pfft!"

A surge of reverse blood could no longer be suppressed, rushing straight up her throat.

No!

She couldn't vomit!

She bit down hard on her teeth, forcibly swallowing back the mouthful of blood that was about to burst through her Heavenly Spirit Cover!

She struggled up from the ground, not bothering to pick up the scattered medicinal herbs.

She used the last shred of her dignity to maintain her tottering figure, taking stiff steps, fleeing deeper into the alley one by one.

Every step felt like treading on a red-hot branding iron.

The deafening, mocking laughter behind her transformed into the most venomous curse in the world, echoing wildly in her Divine Soul.

Plan One: The [Fragile White Flower Tactic].

Bankrupt.

And the kind that bankrupts one entirely.

In the teahouse.

Su Chen smacked his lips, still unsatisfied.

[That's it? Boring.]

[The female lead hasn't even started her desperate counterattack, and the Extras ran away first? So unprofessional, giving the whole crew a one-star review!]

[But speaking of which... this woman's figure and temperament are truly top-tier!]

Su Chen didn't connect the woman on the ground with the Hehuan Sect Master at all.

In his view, how could the dignified Master of a Sect, a giant of the Demonic Path, personally participate in such a low and ridiculous scamming game?

That would be too degrading.

He stood up, brushed the melon seed shells off his hands, and said to Spring Flower and Autumn Moon, "Let's go. The show is over, it's boring. Let's go wander somewhere else and see if there are any better shows."

"Divine Son, aren't we waiting for those two... sisters?" Spring Flower asked softly.

"Wait for them for what? Let them clean up properly! I'm going to inspect it myself when I get back. If there's even a speck of dust, I'll dock their wages!" Su Chen said fiercely, perfectly embodying the role of a Black-Hearted Capitalist.

With that, he hummed an off-key tune and swaggered out of the teahouse... Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside a hidden stronghold in the Ten Thousand Demon City.

"Boom!"

Hua Nongying kicked open the main door, violently hurled the bamboo basket in her hand onto the ground, and let out a hysterical roar.

"Aaaahhh—!"

Her hair was disheveled, appearing utterly deranged, as she frantically destroyed everything in the hall.

Tables, chairs, vases, gauze curtains... everything within sight was torn into fine powder by her violent Devilish Qi.

"Why! Why is this happening!"

The scheme she prided herself on, her theory capable of overturning the universe, was as fragile as a three-year-old's doodle before that man!

He wasn't in your logical framework at all!

He wasn't even on the chessboard!

He was sitting outside the chessboard, cracking melon seeds, and criticizing how ugly your chess posture was!

How could you calculate?

How could you predict?

Hua Nongying's worldview was being repeatedly destroyed, reshaped, and destroyed again by a force she couldn't comprehend—an unreasonable power!

This man... he is poison!

He is the destined tribulation of her life!

No!

Impossible!

Hua Nongying suddenly raised her head, and extreme fanaticism reignited in her eyes.

I cannot admit defeat!

In Hua Nongying's dictionary, the word 'failure' does not exist!

[If the 'Fragile White Flower Tactic' doesn't work, then activate Plan Two—the [Frequent Encounter Tactic]!]

[If Plan Two doesn't work, then activate Plan Three—the [Interest Binding Tactic]!]

One hundred and eight detailed seduction plans!

I refuse to believe that not a single one can pull this monster into my Inescapable Net!

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes flashing with the madness only a gambler who has lost everything but is still wagering their life possesses.

This 'war' between her and Su Chen had only just begun!