The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 71

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His eyes narrowed faintly, and with all four pupils locked on Chi Qingzhou, he used a secret technique—one he'd taught Zhu Yantong—to examine Chi Qingzhou's fate line carefully.

"What a wild fate you've got. Loved by the heavens, abandoned by fortune. Were you ditched by your family as a kid?"

He chuckled, clearly amused, with a strange glint in his eyes.

"For the first ten or so years of your life—well, at least the first ten—you were treated like bad luck by both your biological and adoptive parents," Qu Feng said. "You tried running from it, but no matter what you did, you never found a shred of peace."

"When you were ten, you met someone. He was probably a mystic arts user. He gave you a shot—one chance to change your fate."

Qu Feng raised his brows, pretending to be surprised.

"You took that chance, but in doing so, you hurt Xing Su. You've never regretted that?"

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head, expression genuinely confused.

He was seriously struggling to get this guy's logic.

Just a second ago, Qu Feng wanted to tear him to pieces, and now he was going full drama monologue? Wasn't there a whole internet meme about how villains always talk too much and then die for it? Had Qu Feng not been online for the last fifteen years or what?

Chi Qingzhou pursed his lips, genuinely puzzled by Qu Feng's weird pacing.

A flicker of gleeful triumph lit up Qu Feng's eyes. He scoffed softly and continued, "Your parents weren't exactly wrong about you."

"Xing Su of Jingming Mountain—he's the last ghost king on earth, a thousand-year terror that even the entire mystic world shows respect to. When you begged him for help at age ten, just to save your pitiful little life, do you even know how badly he was hurt?"

"Back then, no one—not even divine beings—dared cross him."

Qu Feng let out a cold laugh, one that was almost too real. But the moment of smugness pulled on a deeper wound within his soul, making it flare with such sharp, crushing pain that his ghostly form dimmed visibly.

He sucked in a cold breath, barely biting back a scream, and his eyes turned even more venomous.

Chi Qingzhou caught that surge of agony and anger in an instant—and suddenly, everything clicked.

He didn't choose not to attack.
He couldn't.

He must've gotten yanked out of the awakening process too early. Now his soul was being ripped apart by the clash between ghostly energy and spiritual power.

If he made any wrong moves, it'd literally tear him in half. So this whole rant was just a stall tactic.

Except stalling like this was basically just a slow death sentence—unless he had a secret trick up his sleeve. Otherwise, it made zero sense.

Chi Qingzhou's eyes flashed with realization.

So Qu Feng was trying to provoke him?

He just laughed.

Like, actually laughed out loud. Cheerfully. He didn't care about Qu Feng's little game one bit.

Even Xing Shuangzhan wouldn't necessarily walk away unscathed fighting him—so what could a half-baked ghost like Qu Feng even hope for?

Chi Qingzhou's joy was so obvious, it made Qu Feng's face twitch. His expression darkened further.

Now he got it. Now he understood why his dumbass disciple couldn't do anything to this guy.

This person—his mind, his skills, the way he did things—none of it followed logic. You couldn't apply normal thinking to him.

Forcing down the frustration boiling in his gut, Qu Feng leaned back slightly to ease the strain on his soul.

With cold arrogance, he said, "Maybe you still don't get what I'm saying. When you were ten, you met him because of a sacrificial ritual that should never have happened. He paid a massive price to save you when you were already at death's door—and it destroyed his strength."

"Before that, even the righteous gods didn't want to mess with Xing Su."

He gave Chi Qingzhou a look full of contempt and scoffed. "Do you even know why malicious spirits are ranked by wrath, karma, misfortune, calamity, and world-ending levels?"

"It was because, centuries ago, Xing Su offhandedly said he didn't like being called the Ghost King. The whole mystic world freaked out and rewrote the entire classification system overnight."

"That's how terrifying he used to be. But now?"

"Oh, now his essence is damaged, half his power stolen by traitors—and certain other people."

Qu Feng tucked one hand behind his back, staring at Chi Qingzhou's suddenly darkened expression with smug satisfaction as he began forming hand signs.

"Even I managed to steal a good chunk."

"So tell me—aren't you just a walking disaster for him?"

Chi Qingzhou didn't respond right away. He pressed his lips together, quietly watching Qu Feng's now slightly twisted face, his right hand tightening around the long wooden staff.

He was actually mad now.

Not because of what Qu Feng said about his past—he didn't care about that. Those so-called relatives of his stopped mattering a long time ago.

But Xing Shuangzhan was different.

Chi Qingzhou hated the way Qu Feng spoke about him—hated it even more knowing this guy had actually stolen his power.

He locked eyes with Qu Feng, lifting his wooden staff slightly as he asked in a low voice, "So you're admitting it? You're the one who stole Brother Su's power."

"So what if I did?" Qu Feng sneered.

He could feel the raw anger rising off Chi Qingzhou like heat from a fire. It made him ecstatic—he grinned like a lunatic.

That's it. Get mad.

He'd been waiting for this emotionally unstable mystic to snap.

As half a ghost deity of Puluo tribe, he could see things ordinary people couldn't.

Like the fact that Chi Qingzhou's soul was split in two.

Qu Feng's own soul was tearing apart slowly, too, so he knew the deal. For injuries like these, a living person's emotions could act like a balm.

But for spirits, monsters, and undead? Emotions were poison.

Sure, he couldn't fight. But that didn't mean he didn't have other tricks.

If he could use his wife's resentment to cheat the clan's bloodline ritual—stripping her of her Great Shaman powers—he could absolutely channel intense emotions into Chi Qingzhou.

It'd take effort, sure. But all he had to do was get him to feel something strong first.

And in a situation like this, people were way more likely to spiral into rage, grief, or despair.

With a twisted smirk, Qu Feng jabbed again. "Yeah, I stole it. What are you gonna do about it?"

Chi Qingzhou didn't respond.

He didn't say a single word.

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