Chapter 1142: Chapter 1142: Explosive Publicity! The Ancestor’s Myriad Swords Assembled
Once it was confird that the show would be aired, a promotional trailer would certainly be out within a week, like the revival match for the Spring Festival episode. Three days after confirmation, the trailer was ready and released online. This ti, however…
There was not only no trailer, but also no news about the final’s topic.
Disappointed audiences rushed in, frantically leaving comnts and sending private ssages to the official account.
They could clearly see the “read” mark on their private ssages, but there was no reply at all.
Clearly, the official account of “Super Brain Scholar” was playing dead.
Sources revealed that a trailer was impossible as the director decided not to edit one, almost driving fans to spit blood.
Never seen such a big-shot variety show.
The show kept the final’s topic tightly under wraps. Up till now, not even marketing accounts or paparazzi have leaked anything. The crew refused them to film, making everyone’s hearts itch.
The rural villagers beneath the mountains of Zhongzhou only knew the crew went up the mountains daily; nobody knew exactly what they were doing.
The more they tried to keep it a secret, the more it attracted people.
A wealthy die-hard fan had already started a call on Weibo, offering a luxury car worth a million to whoever could reveal the real final topic trailer.
Soone joked that perhaps only if the movie star Duan Feihan, who happened to be touring Emperor Duanjing’s Tomb in Zhongzhou, visited the set, or if Duan Feihan, the golden patron of the entire entertainnt industry, paid a visit, would Director Wang give so face and reveal sothing.
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ditation, continuously ditating for seven days.
Bai Chuwei called Liao Sisi over, instructing her to retrieve a century-old Huatie Wood from Jinglong Pool outside the mountains of Zhongzhou and make nine Peach Wood Swords.
Liao Sisi imdiately felt delighted, finding so comfort.
This group of scholars had to comprehend on their own to begin sword flight. It seed Bai Chuwei still favored her a bit more, as the New Year’s gift she received back then was just a dot on her forehead, and she instantly understood the secrets of sword flight.
Liao Sisi imdiately set off as instructed, heading into the deep mountains to dig for century-old Iron Birch Wood.
On a sumr afternoon, cicadas chirped incessantly in the woods, making the hundred or so crew mbers doze off a bit.
Director Wang yawned, propping open his eyelids as he leaned towards Bai Chuwei.
It’s been a week, and all they’ve been doing is ditating.
When privately asked how those scholars felt, everyone wore a bewildered look with a hint of brightness, only able to vaguely say four words—”can’t explain clearly.”
This was the quietest episode ever; the anticipated blood rushes, excitent, and tension were all missing, making people only want to doze off.
After much consideration, Director Wang approached Bai Chuwei, very tactfully: “Immortal Teacher, you should know that what’s crucial for a show is the show’s effect; it needs topics and conflict. Our… our final does seem a bit too quiet, don’t you think?”
Other shows have scripts; theirs doesn’t.
But every episode of theirs was particularly interesting; the last one even blew everyone’s minds, with climaxes one after another, no scripts needed.
Director Wang thought he was hinting quite clearly—why not pick a more reliable topic; after all, without a trailer, everything was still possible.
Bai Chuwei seed not to understand Director Wang’s hints, suddenly enlightened: “Oh, you’re saying you want to create so show topics and conflicts? Sure, no problem.”
Bai Chuwei: “How about I give you a Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Sect?”
Not waiting for Director Wang to agree, Bai Chuwei’s eyes glead as she lightly stepped, stirring up a cloud of dust, with the light of her water-sleeved sleeve raising gently, a shimring light flowed from her palm, and she gave a soft shout: “Sword, co!”
Director Wang: “…?”
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