The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 60

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A few elite members from the Divination Society shot them a glance. Except for Shen Wenshu, the others scoffed openly.

He was just an ordinary person who got lucky and managed to get on Xing Su's good side—what's so impressive about that?

With Xing Su's cold, indifferent nature, even after they had served him for many years, they had never been treated differently. This Chi Qingzhou was probably just a temporary whim of Xing Su's, and no one knew how long it would last.

Perhaps, when danger came, Xing Su wouldn't even lift a finger to help.

Unwilling to let their thoughts be seen, the elder leading the Xuanshu Association turned around, ignoring the Paranormal Bureau's disapproving glares. He mocked, "Enough, stop standing around! We'll begin the ritual now. Is everything ready for the ceremony?"

Shen Wenshu, feeling uneasy, hurriedly grabbed him. "Master, but... Chi Qingzhou is still by Xing Su's side..."

The old master didn't think much of it. Ignoring the disapproving looks from the Paranormal Bureau members, he mocked, "A wild, unrefined diviner—what can he do? Let's just focus on surviving first."

Shen Wenshu was dumbfounded.

He hurriedly said, "Master Uncle, wait, my Master said—"

The old monk waved his hand, annoyed by the interruption, and directed the others to set up the altar.

The Xuanshu Association had been performing the ritual for Xing Shuangzhan for over 1,200 years and was more than familiar with the process.

They were fully prepared, even bringing along a small altar made of Chinese White Marble. The setup was so fast it was almost startling.

Shen Wenshu collapsed to the ground, his face pale, helplessly watching his fellow disciples busy at work, a heavy, suffocating feeling in his chest.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

They couldn't do this.

He had so much to say, his lips moved but no words came out.

The members of the Paranormal Bureau glanced at him briefly, feeling a bit of sympathy, but did nothing.

As per their agreement, they were not allowed to intervene in the affairs of the Xuanshu Association.

No matter how much they disapproved of these stubborn old-fashioned people, they could only mutter a few complaints and were powerless to stop the ritual.

Shen Wenshu was one of the few clear-headed individuals in the Xuanshu Association, but unfortunately, his personality was somewhat timid. Even though he knew the ritual was being performed at the wrong time, he lacked the courage to stop it.

A few powerful members of the Paranormal Bureau discussed among themselves and decided to stand guard in shifts to prevent the ritual from backfiring.

The old monk gave a disdainful glance at the scattered individuals, inwardly feeling that they were just being overly worried.

They had been performing rituals for Xing Su for many years without ever failing.

He smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe, took three incense sticks from a bronze box engraved with the Candle Dragon symbol, lit them with a special talisman, and took slow, deliberate steps up to the altar, placing the incense into the incense burner.

The thin smoke rose straight up into the air.

The entire offering phase went exactly as the old monk had expected, proceeding smoothly without any issues.

He stepped back, signaling for the prayer person to step forward and begin the ritual.

The prayer person was a bit nervous, tightly clutching the incense, carefully stepping onto the altar.

He had a special fate, being taken in by the Xuanshu Association since childhood and learning all the necessary knowledge for the ritual.

He knew that the Association had raised him all these years for this moment, and although he felt a mix of fear and anticipation, he couldn't quite explain why.

He took several deep breaths, trying to calm his restless emotions, and shakily recited the well-practiced prayer, slowly bowing down in respect.

Suddenly, a fierce wind whipped up, causing the leaves to rustle loudly, yet the white smoke from the incense remained straight as it rose toward the sky.

The temperature around the altar plummeted drastically. Within just half a minute, a layer of frost, completely out of place for early summer, began to form on the stones, grass, and dirt.

A lazy voice echoed from above the altar.

"Performing the ritual at this time? Are you blind?"

"Get lost!"

As the words fell, the altar shattered with a loud crash.

The prayer person was the first to be struck. The violent ghostly energy from Xing Shuangzhan knocked him unconscious on the spot.

Rocks scattered in all directions, hitting the nearby Xuanshu Association's monks, causing many to instinctively cry out in pain.

The old monk, standing on the altar, was unfortunately knocked off, tumbling down the steps in a clumsy roll.

With a crisp snap, a chunk of rock from the explosion struck his leg, shattering it and causing it to twist in an unnatural direction.

The intense pain surged through his mind, and the old monk let out a miserable cry, his face pale and dripping with sweat, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Shen Wenshu was horrified, too shocked to feel fear or anger. He quickly scrambled to his feet, moved the stones away from his master, and helped him to a safer spot to treat his wounds.

The members of the Paranormal Bureau, their nerves tight, had their weapons raised, standing guard for a long while. But nothing more happened.

They exchanged uncertain glances.

Even if their brains weren't all there, they should have figured out why Xing Su was angry given the situation.

Looking at the Xuanshu Association members, it was obvious—everyone was injured, their expressions awkward.

Shaking their heads with a scoff, they put away their weapons and continued to search for a way into the Yuhua Mountains.

The old monk gritted his teeth, enduring the pain from his broken leg, clearly furious.

They had never encountered a situation like this before. What was going on with this Chi Qingzhou?!

Could it be that even a World-annihilating Malevolent Ghost like Xing Su could be fooled by a human?

Beep—

The shrill alarm from the detection equipment interrupted the old monk's thoughts.

What happened?!

Everyone stiffened, rushing to gather around.

The screen showed that the spiritual and ghostly energy values in the Yuhua Mountains had skyrocketed, overpowering the negative and vengeful spirits.

Everyone was stunned into silence. After a while, Shen Wenshu was the first to react, a vague thought flashing through his mind.

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