Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 552

Chapter 550: You should hold back your acting. The emperor is not as domineering as you.

The moment the director laid eyes on Jiang Li, he immediately felt he was perfect for the role of an emperor.

Calm, powerful, with a heart for the world, protective of the people… Jiang Li simply stood there, and the director instantly took his eye, recognizing his unique aura.

“Do you have any acting experience?”

Jiang Li pondered for a moment, thinking back to the experiences of the candidates for Human Emperor, including but not limited to the Old Emperor and the candidates for Human Emperor. He replied uncertainly, “I think so.”

The director clapped his hands and beckoned the costume designer over, “That’s great! Come, change his clothes.”

Jiang Li, donning the imperial robes, stood there without any particular gesture, looking like a mighty emperor reigning supreme. The costume designer dared not approach, instinctively moving away from him.

“Your temperament is fine, but your expression doesn’t look like that of an emperor. Be more serious and don’t always smile. It’s too ordinary. As a strong man, you must have the demeanor of a strong man.”

Jiang Li said honestly, “I have no experience in this area. Can you tell me?”

The director felt that Jiang Li was a good actor more and more, and he taught him by example, “It’s a good thing for young people to be humble and eager to learn. You must maintain it. Although you have never been a strong man, you can think from the perspective of the strongest, the one at the pinnacle of power in the world.”

“As a strong man, you must have the bearing of a strong man. Being serious is the most basic. Think about it, if you are approachable, will anyone think you are kind and can be deceived, that you are hypocritical and will not obey your orders?”

“That makes sense, go on.”

“Also, as a strong man, there must be a murderous look between your eyebrows. The process of becoming an emperor is bound to be bloody and murderous. Kindness cannot lead to war. In your pursuit of the throne, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of people have died because of you. This is the source of your murderous aura…”

“Is that so?”

Jiang Li dropped his smile, closed his eyes, and threw his sleeves behind him, his entire figure like a clay sculpture.

When he opened his eyes again, a cold, domineering aura overwhelmed him. Compared to his natural aura, the imperial robe seemed crudely made, unworthy of his status.

Jiang Li spoke slowly, his tone indifferent, as if treating life as worthless.

“You are honored to have seen my face, why don’t you kneel?”

With a plop—

the director and the others’ legs buckled, and they uncontrollably knelt, chanting “Long live my life.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li flew into a rage: “Absurd! I am the eternal ruler, the immortal emperor. How can I only have a lifespan of ten thousand years?!”

“You traitors, you have ulterior motives, cursing my short life. You must be executed!”

“Come on, drag me out and behead me at the Meridian Gate.”

“Your Majesty, spare us, Your Majesty, spare us!” The director and the others felt someone pulling them from behind, and frightened, they begged Jiang Li to revoke the imperial order.

In reality, it was Jiang Li’s magical power that was pulling them back.

Jiang Li withdrew his magical power, and the director fell to the ground. It dawned on him that this was all acting, and the person before him wasn’t a real emperor, but just an ordinary man.

The director, struggling to stop his trembling legs, forced a smile and said, “You really have a talent for acting.”

“It’s easier to act now that you have someone to imitate.” Jiang Li tried imitating the First Emperor, and the effect was quite good.

To mortals, the First Emperor was a supreme divine power, unattainable to be looked at or spoken to directly.

“So, should I act like that?”

“No, no, no, hold back. The emperor in my script is the emperor of an ancient nation, not an entire continent. He doesn’t have your kind of domineering aura.”

“Forget it, just go back to your original form. It’s hard for the other actors to cooperate with you.” The director saw that the actors were trembling with fear, afraid to approach Jiang Li.

“Oh.” Jiang Li thought this was quite difficult, switching back and forth between the First Emperor and himself.

“That’s much better,” the director said, pleased. After Jiang Li subsided, the actors returned to their normal selves.

After changing, Wen Qing’er emerged and saw Jiang Li, dressed in imperial robes. She thought she’d traveled through time.

“Master, why do I feel like Senior Jiang Li is having a good time?”

Taoist Huiming said sternly, “We can’t judge things by appearances alone. On the surface, it might seem like Fellow Daoist Jiang Li is simply having fun, but in reality, this is a manifestation of transcending the mundane. Daoist Jiang Li seamlessly switches between the identities of a transcendental master and a commoner. This state of mind alone is worth a lifetime of study for you and me!”

Wen Quan nodded, bewildered, though he still felt that Senior Jiang Li was simply having fun.

…

“Come, come, let’s begin the first act.”

“In the first act, concubines compete for the emperor’s favor. The emperor’s job is to remain unmoved by beauty.”

The director had chosen such stunning actresses, their every expression captivating and captivating. It would be difficult for him to portray a lack of interest in these women.

“Your Majesty, please try these lychees shipped from the south.”

A concubine peeled back the lychee, revealing the tender white flesh, and offered it to Jiang Li.

The concubines’ smiles were so heartwarming that men would instinctively open their mouths in delight.

“Transporting these items is a waste of money and labor. How can I, for my own pleasure, deplete the treasury?”

The concubine had no choice but to accept the lychees

with a sense of grievance. Another concubine displayed her talents, dancing with alluring grace.

“Not bad, but the rhythm isn’t right. Go back and practice more. Also, she’s wearing her clothes, but they’re falling off while dancing. It’s obvious she’s not proficient yet,” Jiang Li commented.

Another concubine prepared a delicious, fragrant meal. While serving the dishes, she pretended to have accidentally burned herself, hoping Jiang Li would hold her hand and blow on her.

Jiang Li summoned the imperial physician and told her to rest, not even touching her.

Wen Qing’er, another concubine, sang beautifully, and she sang a cappella for Jiang Li, captivating everyone present.

“Very good,” Jiang Li applauded, motioning for the next one.

The concubines tried their best, but Jiang Li remained unmoved.

After watching it once, the director felt that the emperor was too aloof from beauty.

Jiang Li secretly shook his head. He had managed to remain untainted even after joining the He Huan Sect. How could such a petty trick tempt him?

…

“Begin Act Two.”

“The second act is about breaking chopsticks. First, the prince attempts to break chopsticks. When he fails, the emperor tries again. Finally, he teaches the princes and princesses the principles of life.”

“My son, come, break this chopstick. “

The eldest prince broke one chopstick with a little effort. “Come,

break these ten chopsticks.”

The eldest prince gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, breaking them as well.

“Break these fifty chopsticks.”

This time, the eldest prince couldn’t break them. He returned the bundle to his father and waited obediently for his father’s lecture.

Jiang Li took the fifty chopsticks and gently broke them.

“See, breaking fifty chopsticks isn’t a difficult task. What does this teach? Tell us.”

The princes and princesses exchanged glances.

The director looked at the script, then at Jiang Li, feeling that there must be something wrong with either the script or Jiang Li.

Which one is wrong?

(End of this chapter)