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Two weeks later, the filming location was a Han Dynasty tomb in the suburbs.

The crew of "The Lost Tomb" is currently in the midst of intensive, non-stop filming.

Today, Lin Yan took a rare day off.

Instead of going to the company, he drove to the film set with Shen Qingqiu, who was fully armed and wearing sunglasses and a mask, in the passenger seat.

For Shen Qingqiu, her husband was proficient in everything from songwriting to cooking, but she had never actually seen Lin Yan acting as the boss on set, so she was somewhat curious.

The G-Wagon stopped outside the film set, and the two walked into the shooting location side by side, only to encounter a discordant argument.

"Cut! Cut! Cut!" Behind the monitor, Assistant Director Zhang slammed the script on the table in a fit of rage. "Where's the action choreographer?! Li Tiezhu! What kind of action design did you come up with?!"

In the center of the venue, the young actor playing Zhang Qiling was holding a heavy prop black gold ancient sword, panting heavily.

Opposite them were several stuntmen dressed in green screen costumes, playing the roles of dried corpses in a tomb.

"Director Zhang, what's wrong?"

A burly man with a fierce face strode over from the sidelines; it was Li Tiezhu, the action director whom the production team had hired at great expense.

He crossed his arms, looking annoyed. "My moves combine Southern Fist and modern combat sports, so why isn't it working?"

Assistant Director Zhang was jumping up and down in a panic: "Director Li, we need Zhang Qiling! He's a god with over a hundred years of cultivation, his swordsmanship is expansive and powerful, as still as a virgin and as swift as a mad rabbit! Look at how he was beaten just now, so light and airy, like he was dancing a boy band dance with those zombies?! Where's the weight of the Black Gold Ancient Sword? Where's the ruthless decisiveness?"

Li Tiezhu sneered, his nostrils flaring: "Director Zhang, these days young actors can't even hold a shovel steady. How can you expect them to swing that broken knife weighing dozens of kilograms and create a sense of speed? My movements are scientifically calculated, for visual appeal, understand? Besides, I, Li Tiezhu, have been in the stunt business for fifteen years. You think you can teach me how to do things?"

Assistant Director Zhang almost choked on his words.

This action choreographer is somewhat famous in the industry, but he has a terrible temper, and many people on the set dare not speak out against him.

"Who says this knife can't be swung?"

A cool, deep voice, tinged with a hint of languor yet utterly unquestionable, came from behind the crowd.

Everyone instinctively turned around and saw Lin Yan holding Shen Qingqiu's hand, slowly parting the crowd.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and loose casual pants today, looking completely harmless, but his natural, condescending aura instantly silenced the entire room.

"President Lin!" Assistant Director Zhang rushed forward as if he had seen a savior.

Lin Yan gently squeezed Shen Qingqiu's fingertips to reassure her, signaling her to watch from the side, and then walked straight to the center of the field.

He first glanced at the exhausted young actor, then turned his gaze like a knife to Li Tiezhu.

"The movements you designed only have form, not soul." Lin Yan stared at him, her tone flat.

"The danger in the ancient tomb is not like you're putting on a show in a ring. That slash wasn't for posing; it was to chop off the monster's head and save your life. There's not a trace of murderous intent in your movements."

Upon hearing this, Li Tiezhu's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

He hates nothing more than people questioning his expertise, especially when the person is someone who is considered a legendary figure in the industry, a "musician".

"Mr. Lin, I admire your songwriting, but when it comes to action scenes, you're an outsider, so you'd better not interfere," Li Tiezhu retorted gruffly.

"You say there's no murderous intent? Fine, then you design a scene yourself and let me see! If you can wield this prop knife with a set of movements that are neither too light nor too fast, I, Li Tiezhu, will gladly offer you my position as the action choreographer!"

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point, and everyone held their breath for Lin Yan.

Shen Qingqiu frowned slightly on the sidelines, about to speak, but was stopped by a reassuring look from Lin Yan.

Lin Yan was not angry at all. Instead, he twisted his neck with great interest, and his cervical spine made a crisp sound of bones rubbing together.

"Fine, then I'll show you what an amateur is."

Lin Yan stepped forward and took the 1:1 replica of the black gold ancient sword, weighing a full twenty pounds, from the actor's hand with one hand.

The moment Lin Yan gripped the hilt of the knife, his entire aura changed drastically.

If he was a half-asleep salted fish vendor just now, he is now a sharp blade just pulled from the blood.

"You lot," Lin Yan casually pointed the tip of his knife at the few green screen stuntmen opposite him, "Don't just stand there, come at me all at once."

The stuntmen exchanged glances. Seeing Li Tiezhu nod with a dark expression, they let out a low growl and pounced on Lin Yan from three directions at the same time, still thinking that they should hold back a bit so as not to hurt their boss.

Lin Yan stood firmly in place with his feet neither too far apart nor too far apart.

Just as his opponent was about to touch him, he suddenly shifted to the side, using an extremely strange and mysterious footwork to directly avoid the first wave of attack.

There were no fancy aerial maneuvers, nor any unnecessary stunts added just for the sake of looking good.

Lin Yan gripped the long sword hilt tightly with both hands, and twisted his waist like a wound-up toy, completely integrating the twenty-pound iron lump into his body.

"call."

The dull blade tore through the air, emitting a chilling whistling sound.

This strike, seemingly light and effortless thanks to the spinning motion, suddenly exploded like a bomb the moment it was unleashed!

With a "bang," the blade struck the shoulder of the stuntman at the front at an extremely tricky angle.

The enormous recoil force sent a 160-pound man flying, rolling twice on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yan did not hesitate. Using the force of the rebound, he flipped his wrist, and the blade drew a sharp semi-circular arc in the air.

The cold back of the blade pressed firmly against the second stunner's throat artery on the left.

Just half an inch further and the throat would be severed.

His right leg, without warning, kicked out silently like a venomous snake, the sole of his shoe firmly pressing against the knee joint of the third stuntman on the right.

With just a little force, that leg would be ruined, which terrified the other person so much that their legs went weak and they immediately knelt down.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire crew, including Assistant Director Zhang, the actors, and the cinematographer, were stunned by this series of fluid yet extremely ruthless and domineering moves.

This isn't filming a movie; this is clearly a real attempt to kill someone!

Li Tiezhu's mouth was so wide open it could fit a duck egg, and he didn't even notice the cigarette rolling between his fingers falling onto his shoe.

As a true expert, he could see very clearly that Lin Yan's movements just now not only created afterimages when wielding the heavy sword, but also precisely targeted the blind spots and weak points of the human body's power with each step.

Without over a decade of dedicated practice, one could never unleash such chilling killing intent in actual combat.

Clang.

Lin Yan casually tossed the Black Gold Ancient Sword onto the muddy ground, dusted off his hands, and turned to look at Li Tiezhu.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Lin Yan's voice remained calm, yet it was suffocating.

"Zhang Qiling's sword is for killing enemies and saving his own life, not for showing off like a monkey. He uses his agility to deflect gravity and his inch-force to decide life and death. You shouldn't be showing off your calisthenics routine."

Li Tiezhu's facial muscles twitched violently twice, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He swallowed hard, his arrogance completely crushed. He lowered his head and obediently walked up to Lin Yan, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"President Lin... I admit defeat. As for the action choreographer... I'm definitely not qualified. I was blind."

"If you know you're not qualified, then change properly. Don't rely on your experience in the martial arts world to fool people all day long." Lin Yan didn't intend to go all the way.

"Redesign it according to the practical approach I just mentioned. If I don't see a satisfactory version by tomorrow morning, you can pack your bags and leave."

After saying that, Lin Yan ignored the stunned crowd, dusted off his trousers, and walked straight to the sidelines.

Shen Qingqiu looked at the man walking towards her, her sunglasses unable to conceal the glint of admiration in her eyes.

She had always thought her husband was just a talented musical genius, never dreaming that he would be so incredibly skilled.

As soon as Lin Yan walked up to Shen Qingqiu, the murderous aura that had just intimidated everyone vanished instantly, and he quickly switched back to a pitiful, sullen expression.

"Honey, this damn knife is too heavy, it's making my wrist ache. We'll have to make up for it with two big lobsters for lunch."

Shen Qingqiu chuckled at his smooth change of expression, and very naturally reached out to take his arm, gently pinching his forearm with her fingertips.

"Okay, I'll treat you to some. You can have as many as you want; it'll count as a work injury."

The entire crew stared in disbelief at this scene, silently lighting a row of candles for their own single status in their hearts.

These days, big shots are not only highly capable in their work, but when they're showing off their love, they don't care about anyone else's well-being.