CHAPTER 835: CHAPTER 837: [XIAOXIANG] FINALE (PART 1)

Don’t you see, first-tier celebrities who rely on hype and marketing, lacking their own strength and no works to their name, are often surpassed in popularity by the new generation of actors within two to three years.

However, the one thing that celebrities risen through hype cannot do without is popularity gimmicks.

What a pity, no matter how much you hype them, it’s just reheating old rice.

The market is limited and ruthlessly forgetful; very few celebrities can bombard it with high popularity every year, and after a period of fame, they blend into the crowd.

The lucky ones solidify their standing during their hot phase, while the unlucky ones plummet terribly once their fame fades.

Tonghua Entertainment is a big company, aiming to cultivate first-tier stars that can become pillars, so He Jinxia’s sudden rise, even if successful, wouldn’t please them.

They prefer a steady and gradual rise rather than getting rich overnight and becoming a pauper the next day.

"Jinxia, Jinxia?"

—— Qin Siqin’s voice called out from the phone, pulling He Jinxia back to reality, she said, "What’s up?"

Opening the W-chat, she found that Ren Xiao and Qiu Zhenze had also entered the video call, and she even saw Yu Yanyu in Ren Xiao’s camera.

Yu Yanyu snatched Ren Xiao’s phone playfully greeting He Jinxia, "We’ve decided to go out for a gathering. Don’t worry, Sister Jinxia, I’ll keep the video call on during the meal. Even though you’re not here, your spirit will be with us!"

He Jinxia smiled slightly, "I choose to decline."

Everyone eating and drinking well while she just watched was a harsh move by Yu Yanyu.

The time spent joking and bantering always passes quickly. As they set off for the hot pot party, the last episode of "Xiao Xiangyu’s Many Sorrows" started airing.

The great battle with the Heavenly Demon ended with Heaven’s victory, and the sacrifice of Princess Yu Yin and the fake Princess Yu Yun concluded the story.

This battle scared the Demon World greatly, allowing at least thirty thousand years of flourishing peace. However, Heaven also suffered significant losses and had to recuperate.

In the Qingmu Emperor Palace, a pot plant was placed on Emperor Bai Ze’s window ledge at some unknown time.

This pot plant was strange; Emperor Qingmu watered it with Immortal Water from Heavenly Spring Mountain every morning. Logically, after being watered for eighty-one days, the plant should have sprouted something, but it remained silent.

Because of this plant, Emperor Qingmu changed his habit. Originally, at dawn, he would enter the Imperial Palace to cultivate, but now, he silently gazes at this little pot plant every morning, his face filled with deep sorrow.

Newly arrived immortal maids, not knowing why, thought the pot plant was Emperor Qingmu’s personally cultivated heir.

If it were not the next Palace Master, why would the Emperor put so much effort into a tiny pot plant?

Moreover, this plant was extremely special. Generally, watering with Immortal Water for eighty-one days is considered a complete merit, monopolizing nine parts of the world’s fortune. Under this fortune, an ordinary pot plant would have bloomed and borne fruit long ago.

The flowers would be immortal flowers, the fruit would be immortal fruits, which are of a completely different level from the little elves who train in the mountains.

Once this pot plant gives birth to an elf, it must be of an Immortal Embryo level.

Unfortunately, no matter how Emperor Qingmu watered it, the plant remained unmoved, showing its extraordinary nature.

The immortal maids coming and going in the Immortal Palace observed Emperor Qingmu constantly gazing at this plant and couldn’t help but ponder secretly—

If they managed to grow something from the pot, would they earn the Emperor’s favor?

Sadly, this idea was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

They only knew Emperor Qingmu was fond of the pot plant, but they didn’t know where it was placed. How could humble immortal maids be allowed into the Emperor’s private chamber?

The so-called "Emperor gazing at the pot plant daily," was nothing more than a rumor; its origin unknown, and the immortal maids couldn’t discern its truth.

Corners of the Imperial Palace.

Peony Fairy and Fairy Yuan Miao were drinking and reciting poetry, and in their idle moments, they would take out a replica of the Kunlun Mirror to watch the love-hate stories inside.

Peony Fairy, looking at the mirror, sighed, "It’s been a thousand years, and the Emperor’s heart knot is still not untied. When will these dreary days end?"

Peony Fairy ran her hand over her face, her expression filled with sorrow as if about to cry, "Yuan Miao, can’t you deduce when Princess Yu Yin will appear?"

The Emperor is in a bad mood, and I don’t dare to randomly catch little elves and throw them into the replica Mirror World. Alas, the fateful connection between Princess Yu Yin and the Emperor began in the Mirror World back then!"

Yuan Miao rolled her eyes, "Come on, everyone knows even if you wanted to catch little elves for the Mirror World, it’s once a millennium. It’s only the first millennium now, and you can’t endure it?

If Princess Yu Yin were to appear in ten thousand years, wouldn’t you go mad?"

Peony Fairy almost wished to bang her head against the wall, "I can’t endure it, I can’t endure it now. Wait, you just said... ten thousand years? Do you know something?"

Fairy Yuan Miao’s expression changed slightly and she covered her mouth with her hand; oops, she accidentally let it slip!

Peony Fairy pressed relentlessly, gazing at her with a threatening tone, "Yuan Miao, we’re good friends, right? Good friends share the good and the bad, what’s yours is mine, and vice versa..."

"Alright, alright, I’ll tell you, okay?" Yuan Miao hurriedly agreed.

She knew that without an explanation, she wouldn’t be able to get away today. Even if she didn’t speak now, Emperor Bai Ze would soon summon her.

This is Qingmu Emperor Palace, a palace created from the Great Emperor’s spiritual power. Everything in the palace cannot escape the Great Emperor’s eyes.

Yuan Miao sighed lightly, "Peony, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but even the result was something I muddledly calculated yesterday."

"Muddledly? Isn’t your Heavenly Mechanism Technique reputed to be unparalleled in the world? How could you be muddled?" Peony asked in confusion.

Yuan Miao stood up, looking up at the sky of the Heavenly Palace.

The Ninth Layer Heaven is known as the highest place in Heaven, but what lies further above?

"What is called Heavenly Mechanism is merely what Heaven wishes you to see; you can see it. If Heaven doesn’t want you to see, no matter how, you won’t see it.

At my level, communication with Heaven requires no magic; if He wishes, He can transmit His thoughts to me anytime, as they say, with a heart at peace, everything—"

Fairy Yuan Miao spoke in a literate manner, seeing Peony’s blank face; she suddenly paused, shook her head, and stopped speaking further.

It’s like playing a lute to a cow, playing a lute to a cow!

"Simply put, that’s how it is. Yesterday, I observed the celestial phenomena and routinely calculated some information about Princess Yu Yin. A thousand years ago, in the great battle against the Heavenly Demon, both Princess Yu Yin and the Demon World’s Princess Yu Yun fell.

Emperor Bai Ze in a hurry only managed to capture one spirit of Princess Yu Yin and nurtured it in Yunshen Soil, watering it daily with Immortal Water and Spiritual Energy,

But this spirit was too weak to grow, only maintaining form and not perishing. Relying on one spirit to summon the other Three Souls and Six Spirits is utterly impossible unless—"