The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 69

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Great Witch Nuo Qi's family was different from usual Grand Shaman clans.

None of her parents had become shamans—only she and her younger brother had the gift.

Her parents knew she was the smarter one and fully backed all her decisions.

Her brother, the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin, disliked Qu Feng from the beginning.

But Qu Feng would do anything to reach his goal. When the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin tried to test him by handing him a life-substitution charm, Qu Feng didn't even hesitate—he activated it right then and there.

As the name suggests, a life-substitution charm was used to die in someone else's place during a life-or-death moment.

Even the Geat Witch Nuo Qi's parents were stunned, and the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin—who had hated Qu Feng from the jump—was so shocked, he toned down his objections big time.

What they didn't know was... Qu Feng had already tampered with that charm ages ago.

Way back during his very first meeting with the Great Witch Nuo Qi, Qu Feng took advantage of a moment when she was injured and secretly hit her with a special kind of love curse called Taohua Sha.

The Great Witch Nuo Qi was in rough shape mentally at the time and didn't catch what he'd done. As time went on, the curse dug in deeper and deeper, until it became basically impossible for her to notice.

Without even realizing it, the Great Witch Nuo Qi became completely attached to Qu Feng. But that wasn't enough for him—he didn't stop there.

Because he found out that the presence of Taohua Sha meant the ancestral land wouldn't accept him as her fated one. So, he shifted his focus... to her little brother.

It just so happened that the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin was also a guy, same as him. That sparked an idea—Qu Feng got crafty and altered the life-substitution charm, linking his own life to the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin's.

To make sure everything else went smoothly, he also took in Zhu Yantong as his apprentice.

And he treated this disciple like gold—always saying yes, always playing the loving mentor—but none of it came from a place of care. He just needed someone loyal enough to carry out the next phase of his plan.

Qu Feng quietly passed on everything he knew to Zhu Yantong and spent over a decade stalling for time—stealing chunks of Zhu Yantong's lifespan whenever he needed a boost.

That was why, now, Zhu Yantong was basically a walking corpse.

Calling him "alive" was a stretch—he was more like a half-dead shell barely hanging on. The moment he got injured, the illusion broke and his true form showed through.

Finally, fifteen years ago, everything was in place.

Qu Feng orchestrated a horrific disaster. The Great Witch Nuo Qi's parents and her brother the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin died in agony, trapped under rubble for nearly seven hours before finally taking their last breaths.

Qu Feng didn't get off easy either—he died only a few minutes before the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin.

The second he died, the Taohua Sha curse shattered, and the Great Witch Nuo Qi snapped back to full awareness.

In those painfully short moments of clarity, she got slammed with two brutal truths: her husband was a total scumbag, and her whole family had died because of one moment of carelessness. When she looked at Zhu Yantong—the student she'd cherished for years—realizing he'd never actually cared... she broke. Just completely lost it, right then and there.

Zhu Yantong didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy. On the contrary, he was thrilled.

Because in order for Qu Feng to trick the ancestral land, he needed tons of intense, deep resentment—specifically connected to the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin.

And his wife—she was the perfect source of it.

Zhu Yantong knew she wanted to die and atone. But nope. That wasn't happening.

His master needed that resentment. No matter what, she couldn't be allowed to die.

"I'll take good care of you. You'll live a long, long life. Me and Master—we'll be just fine. Don't worry," he said with a smile.

At that exact moment, Qu Feng's soul opened its eyes. He looked at his wife—completely broken, screaming at him, calling him a piece of trash—and smiled faintly.

"I am trash. I admit it. But what's so bad about being trash? You and Nuo Xin were all about being noble and righteous—but how did that end for you two?"

"One died with no grave. The other's still alive, but barely hanging on."

"So really... isn't it better being scum like me?"

Before heading into the mountains, Chi Qingzhou used a pretty blunt and straightforward method to get some info about Qu Feng.

In just over two minutes of locking eyes with the Great Witch Nuo Qi, he managed to catch fragments of her most haunting memories. Unsurprisingly, the deep-rooted hatred in her bones started to seep into him too.

Because of that link, he could easily access Qu Feng's past right now. But at the same time, his own thoughts became restricted, and he temporarily lost control over his body.

Zhu Yantong's vision turned blood red. Through the haze, he saw Chi Qingzhou standing there wide open and totally defenseless. He almost wanted to jump up and land a hit on him.

Worried for his master, Zhu Yantong struggled to move even a finger under the crushing pressure of ghostly energy.

But he was just too weak. He couldn't even twitch a single knuckle, let alone form the hand sign he needed for a spell.

Frustration and humiliation flashed across his face. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Chi Qingzhou with pure hatred.

Meanwhile, not far away, Qu Feng—dressed in classic Pulou tribe attire—slowly opened his eyes inside the coffin lying on a fallen camphor tree trunk.

An overwhelming ghostly aura came crashing down with immense pressure, making his soul feel like it was being cooked alive.

A presence he'd never encountered before—but instinctively feared—was relentlessly tearing at his soul. His three spiritual souls and seven physical spirits were splitting apart from the inside, and his heavenly soul was on the verge of collapse.

Realizing the coffin could no longer shield him, Qu Feng still had no clue what was going on, but his eyes were already filled with killing intent.

He raised his hand and shattered the coffin made of golden nanmu wood. His soul floated down lightly to the broken roots of the camphor tree.

Ghostly energy surged up the mountain like a tide. Qu Feng looked up—and his expression instantly changed.

That aura... was it the Ghost King from Mirror Dusk Mountain?

Even though Xing Shuangzhan had lost nearly half of his power, Qu Feng knew he still wasn't a match for him. He quickly averted his gaze and swept his eyes around.

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