The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 68

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Suddenly, thick white fog began to rise from the base of the dragon brain incense tree. Zhu Yantong's heart surged with hope, and he opened his mouth, about to report back to his master—

But then, right next to his ear, came a cold, faint chuckle.

Ghost energy poured out of Chi Qingzhou's shadow like a tidal wave, swirling mid-air until it took the shape of Xing Shuangzhan.

With a dramatic flick of his wide sleeve, Xing Shuangzhan shredded the two spirit-controlled ghosts that were still trying to get near Chi Qingzhou. Then, raising his eyes, he looked at the dragon brain incense tree not far away.

Zhu Yantong's eyes began bleeding—literally—from the overwhelming energy. Everything around him blurred.

Then he heard Xing Shuangzhan speak in a totally chill tone:

"I don't really care about that bit of power that got stolen. But my little contract partner is pissed. And trust me, no one wants to see what happens when he gets mad. So I'm gonna go calm him down."

...Huh?

Zhu Yantong froze, confused.

But before he could unpack what that meant, a muffled boom came from the direction of his sleeping master.

The next second, the deafening crash of the massive tree falling over completely wiped his mind blank. He couldn't even form a single coherent thought.

Frost started to spread out from the shattered altar in waves, covering everything—stone, grass, trees—all turned to ash. An overwhelming flood of ghost energy surged into the sky like a tsunami. Even though Zhu Yantong could barely see, he could feel the crushing pressure coming down on him like a mountain.

A few meters away from the altar, Chi Qingzhou looked up, watching as the ghost energy gathered into a cocoon, completely wrapping Xing Shuangzhan in the center. His lips curled into a rare, genuine smile.

"Brother Su finally figured out how to reclaim his ghost energy. Nice."

Thick fog burst out from the broken roots of the dragon brain incense tree, sweeping over the entire Yuhua mountain range like a storm.

Even the crew members and rescue teams stationed at the foot of the mountain weren't spared.

Chi Qingning was instantly sucked into an illusion, and all of the rescue team's equipment went haywire. Alarm after alarm blared through the whole Yinping village.

Meanwhile, the system nervously peeked its head out of the shadows and called out to Chi Qingzhou in a tiny, terrified voice:

[H-Host... something weird's going on. There's a power I can't identify messing with my program...]

The dense fog was quickly closing in around Chi Qingzhou.

Just before his figure was fully swallowed by the mist, he let out a cheerful laugh.

"Oh, that? I slipped that into you. Remember that task where I totally wrecked Actor Song? I never claimed the reward, right? Can you go ahead and cash that in for me?"

The system gave a pitiful little shiver, staring at Chi Qingzhou's fading silhouette in the mist, and carefully asked:

[O-okay. Um, if you're busy right now, I'll just pick a random drop target for the reward, cool?]

Chi Qingzhou didn't answer.

The system shrank back into his shadow, peeked at the backend interface—and there it was, clearly displayed:

[Mission complete. Reward distributed. Final randomized drop target: Chi Xiaoyuan.]

The white fog gushing from the dragon brain incense tree's roots was absolutely drenched in resentment.

The thick, hateful energy poured endlessly toward every living soul caught in the mist, effortlessly dragging out their deepest memories and rawest emotions.

Chi Qingning and Chi Xiaoyuan both fell victim—first to the fog, then to the system reward that had been infused with it. The only one still totally unaffected?

Chi Qingzhou.

He stood calmly in the middle of the fog, like it was nothing. Not only was he immune to its memory-stirring pull, he actually saw something else inside the thick resentment: glimpses of Qu Feng's past.

Qu Feng, when he was young, had been ridiculously handsome and naturally gifted. He entered the arcane world at a young age, trained under the guidance of an experienced ghost-handler.

He picked things up fast. By the time he was around fifteen, he was already surpassing his master.

The old ghost-handler, seeing that he had nothing left to teach, passed away content.

On his deathbed, he'd left behind one last wish: he hoped Qu Feng would carry on the legacy of ghost-handling and make their line proud.

Qu Feng agreed without hesitation, but the moment he finished burying the old ghost tamer, he turned around and started making money by helping people get rid of bad luck—for a price.

He wasn't like those upright and principled mystics. As long as you paid him enough, he was down to do any shady stuff, no matter how messed up.

But when you do enough bad things, karma eventually came knocking.

Qu Feng's lifespan was running out fast, and the sins he'd racked up over the years were seriously heavy. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked—there was just no way to keep himself alive any longer.

In the end, he came up with a whole new plan—

Since living longer clearly wasn't an option, why not switch to another form of existence and chase that sweet, sweet immortality?

So, Qu Feng switched up his identity and did a ton of digging. He finally settled on following the path of the Puluo tribe, aiming to cultivate the body of a ghost deity.

Qu Feng had insane patience. Even with his life ticking away, he camped out near Shangling County for over half a year before finally picking his target—Nuo Qi the Great Witch, who was super young back then and pretty clueless about the outside world.

Back in his younger days, Qu Feng had a serious thing for money and power. He'd been through the highs and lows of the fame game, met all kinds of beauties, and was a total master when it came to playing the game.

He pretended to be an ordinary mystic getting hunted down by a vengeful ghost to get close to the Great Witch Nuoqi. After pulling off the whole act—fighting side by side, getting badly injured and saved, and risking his life to break a deadly formation—the Great Witch Nuo Qi, who had barely ever interacted with outsiders, quickly started to feel close to him.

While they were hunting down the escaping ghost, the two of them grew close and fell for each other. Qu Feng acted like he couldn't live without her and, surprisingly for that era, actually offered to marry into her family.

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