The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 70

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Although he'd been forced awake early and the ritual to stabilize his soul and suppress the backlash from the Pulou tribe's sacred grounds hadn't been done, he had already set one foot into the realm of ghost deities. That came with some next-level abilities.

With just one glance, he spotted Chi Qingzhou nearby and instantly figured out the connection between him and Xing Shuangzhan.

Qu Feng pressed his tongue against the root of his teeth, feeling a rush of excitement.

Xing Su actually went and formed a soul contract?

And with someone whose soul is jacked up?

What, was life too easy for him or something? Did he decide to up the difficulty level just for kicks?

This Ghost King's really something else...

Qu Feng couldn't tell exactly what kind of contract was between Xing Shuangzhan and Chi Qingzhou—and honestly, he didn't care.

As long as something happened to Chi Qingzhou, Xing Shuangzhan would get hurt too. The only difference would be how badly, depending on the contract type.

A grin tugged at Qu Feng's lips.

He'd never been the honorable type, and he had zero respect for people who clung to rigid ideals of justice.

No hesitation. He immediately formed a hand sign, summoning a massive tangle of vines that shot toward Chi Qingzhou's neck from a twisted angle.

The vines, nourished by the white mist, grew as soon as they touched air.

Thick as a thumb, the vines were covered in sharp, backward-pointing thorns. Their tips shimmered with a deadly, vibrant hue, and a corpse-like stench filled the misty air.

Chi Qingzhou stood still like he was frozen—completely unaware of the danger creeping toward him.

Zhu Yantong, who couldn't see clearly, finally realized his master had woken up—and lit up with joy.

His malicious gaze landed on Chi Qingzhou, silently cursing him to be strangled on the spot.

But the moment the vines crossed into the shadow beneath Chi Qingzhou...

They stopped. Just like that.

It was bizarre. Like they'd been infected with some kind of plant blight, they started wilting from the tip. The slender blue-violet vines shriveled up inch by inch, their leaves curling and drying out until they crumbled into brittle, twiggy fragments.

Zhu Yantong's smile froze on his face.

Qu Feng sensed danger instantly. His face went pale, and he didn't even spare his disciple a glance. Relying on how light his soul was, he darted backward as fast as he could.

But Chi Qingzhou's shadow moved faster than him.

A flicker of dark, eerie gray-blue streaked through the white mist—silent, sharp, and lightning-fast—cutting a dead-straight line straight for Qu Feng's head.

The mist rippled from the impact, but not a single sound followed.

Even the startled birds and buzzing insects in the forest went dead quiet.

In that absolute silence, the gray-blue shadow appeared on Qu Feng's retina for just a split second. The next moment, he felt an icy-cold hand clamp down on his skull.

"Crack—"

The soft snap of bones twisting shattered the still air. Qu Feng's vision flipped upside down, the last thing he saw was the tree canopy above, shrouded in mist.

The shadow didn't linger. In the blink of an eye, it zipped back to Chi Qingzhou's feet.

Light started to return to Chi Qingzhou's eyes. He looked up, blinking innocently, like he was just waking from a dream.

"You ambushed me?" he asked, voice full of sincere confusion. "Why would you try to ambush me? Didn't your disciple tell you what kind of person I am?"

Qu Feng's headless body trembled slightly.

The searing pain made his soul quake, his mind going blank for a moment.

His severed head hit the ground, rolled once, and he gritted his teeth to hold in the groan. His facial features were turned toward Chi Qingzhou, and his pupil-less eyes narrowed slightly.

With a hint of unease, he muttered, "No wonder you could become Xing Su's contract holder... I underestimated you."

Chi Qingzhou let out a curious "Hmm?" then gave Qu Feng a good look before the realization hit him.

"Ohh, you're almost a ghost deity now, huh?"

He paused for half a second, then his tone suddenly turned chipper. "So that means the bloodline backlash from your tribe's sacred ground is about to hit you full force? No wonder you had your disciple collecting those rare-soul people—it was to suppress the backlash!"

This was probably the most dangerous hurdle Qu Feng had to clear before fully becoming a ghost deity.

He needed a bunch of rare, fate-marked souls filled with extreme resentment to take on the backlash for him. And on top of that, he needed a living sacrifice—a bridge to offer all that resentment to his not-quite-deified self.

The number and quality of the sacrificial souls mattered, sure, but the living sacrifice? That was the real key.

If anything went wrong with that one, all of Qu Feng's plans would go up in smoke.

If he was lucky, he'd just lose years of progress—fifteen years of cultivation down the drain. If he was unlucky, he'd get wiped out by the backlash right then and there.

Chi Qingzhou glanced at Zhu Yantong, a spark of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He said with genuine praise, "So your disciple wanted to use me as the living sacrifice from the start? Damn, he's got taste. What a loyal little guy."

Zhu Yantong shuddered, his whole chest tightening. In pure panic, he coughed up a mouthful of thick, dark blood.

Ignoring the pain in his chest, he shouted, "Master, don't listen to him! I didn't know he was a mystic arts practitioner at first—I just thought his fate profile was—"

"Shut up!"

Qu Feng snapped, cutting Zhu Yantong off as his face darkened.

"That's enough, Xing Su's contract guy. No need to stir up drama. My disciple may be a bit dense, but he'd never betray me. If you're trying to pit us against each other to buy time for Xing Su to wake up, you're wasting your breath."

A chilling wave of resentment burst out from Qu Feng's body, thick with rage, churning in the white mist for a few seconds before it started shaping into something... odd.

A brand-new head grew from his neck.

He rolled his neck a bit, loosening up. Now both heads stared at Chi Qingzhou, wearing identical twisted grins.

"Instead of trying to play mind games, maybe worry about yourself first."

Whether it was because he'd gotten some confidence back, or for another reason entirely, Qu Feng didn't attack again right away, despite missing his earlier shot.

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