The Immortal Magician
Cultivator Charles Lowery descended the mountains to wed his fiancée. Bound to hide his powers, he live-streamed immortal arts as "magic". Millions were stunned. Then, he was invited to a TV contest. Had he truly fooled the world?
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When the Screen Bleeds Pink
The pink backdrop screamed ‘romance’, but the tension was all *drama*. Jiang Feng’s leather-clad entrance vs. Lu Chen’s stiff beige suit—clashing aesthetics, clashing morals. And that scoreboard? 39.8W vs 21.8W. Not just donations—it’s a power play. The Immortal Magician thrives in these contradictions: sincerity masked as spectacle. We’re not watching charity. We’re watching theater. 💔📊
She Smiled While Covering Her Mouth
That white-hatted woman—pearls, sequins, quiet laughter—was the real narrator. Every time Liu Hao overacted, she’d cover her mouth, eyes sparkling with amusement. Not judgment. *Recognition*. She knew the script. She knew he was playing a role. In The Immortal Magician, the most powerful characters don’t speak—they react. Her silence spoke louder than his microphone. ✨🎭
Live Chat Is the Real Script
‘Support the Duck King!’ — the chat didn’t just comment; it *directed*. Viewers turned moral arbiters, cheering his humiliation like it’s a game show. The Immortal Magician blurs line between broadcast and social experiment: how far will we go to watch someone self-destruct for ‘charity’? The phone on the tripod wasn’t recording—it was judging. 📱👀
The Mic Was Always a Weapon
He held it like a sword, then a shield, then a prop. Liu Hao’s vocal shifts—from shrill panic to smooth croon—revealed his duality. Not villain, not hero. Just a man addicted to attention, using philanthropy as his stage. The Immortal Magician doesn’t need spells; he needs a crowd. And tonight? The crowd gave him standing ovation… and zero trust. 🎤🔥
The Crown Pin That Said It All
That tiny crown pin on Liu Hao’s black velvet jacket? A masterstroke. Symbolized his delusion of grandeur—king of charity, fool of the stage. His exaggerated gestures, wide-eyed panic, then sudden smirk… pure tragicomedy. The audience’s live comments were half roast, half pity. The Immortal Magician isn’t magic—he’s performance art with a mic. 🎤👑