The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 73

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The head was crushed, cleanly and effortlessly, into pure, undiluted ghost-god essence.

"Waaah~" he sang, dragging out the sound, voice soft and giddy like a kid unwrapping presents. Word by word, he chirped,
"You smell so good.
So good, so good, sooo good!"

And before the words even finished, he tore off a chunk of that ghost essence—and shoved it in his mouth.

"Mmmm~ soooo good!" he mumbled through the bite, eyes bright and glittering with hunger, already scanning the area for more.

Specifically—looking straight at the real Qu Feng.

The one still trying to repair his soul.

Qu Feng felt a chill shoot up his spine.

He whipped around.

And froze.

The nightmare unfolding before him didn't just stop his thoughts—it detonated a wave of soul-shattering pain across his entire being.

His spirit trembled.

Every cell, every piece of his soul started to shake.

The pain, the terror—it overwhelmed him.

He couldn't hold back the instinct anymore.

He screamed. Wild. Unfiltered.

Thrashing like a trapped animal.

"WHAT ARE YOU?! What the HELL are you?! You're eating ghost deities—YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUMAN!!"

Chi Qingzhou didn't answer Qu Feng.

He was too rattled by the emotions poured into him by the wraith energy, acting now on pure instinct.

Before he lost control, he'd briefly thought about leaving Qu Feng to Xing Shuangzhan as a punching bag—but that idea had long since vanished. Right now, in his eyes, Qu Feng looked like an all-you-can-eat buffet: delicious, nutritious, and way too tempting to pass up.

With a few big bites, Chi Qingzhou devoured the ghost deity essence in his hand. Smacking his lips like he hadn't had enough, his eyes—red and gleaming like rubies—locked onto Qu Feng, and everything about him screamed one word: hungry.

Qu Feng felt like his scalp was about to blow off.

That look alone scared the soul out of him—literally. In that moment, from life to afterlife, he finally understood what true regret felt like.

Over the past few decades, he'd done countless horrible things, chasing nothing more than wealth, power, and a shot at immortality.

He'd chosen the dangerous path of the ghost gods because, if he succeeded, he'd gain a different kind of authority—one that would have people worshipping and venerating him, treating him like some divine being, lofty and untouchable.

But all those years of scheming... were crumbling apart right before his eyes.

After just a few bites from Chi Qingzhou, nearly a third of the source power he'd spent fifteen years cultivating was gone. The resentment he'd used to fool the ancestral grounds was shaken loose, and his bloodline was now starting to trace and lock onto his very existence.

And the worst part? The guy who caused all this—his soul was actually stabilizing. The weird energy spilling from him made it hard to even breathe.

Only now did Qu Feng finally realize—whatever that strange, violent force was that woke him up and tore him apart, it wasn't from the Puluo tribe's ancestral land, and it had nothing to do with Xing Shuangzhan either.

That power came from Chi Qingzhou himself.

Chi Qingzhou was definitely not human.

He could even digest a ghost deity's essence—what the hell was he?

What on earth happened to him when he was ten, on the verge of death, that turned him into something this terrifying?

Qu Feng was shaking to his core, his body growing more transparent by the second, like he was about to vanish completely.

He wanted to go back—go back just a few minutes and choke himself out before he ever thought about targeting Chi Qingzhou.

How had he ever believed Chi Qingzhou was some kind of burden on Xing Su?

Chi Qingzhou was clearly way scarier than Xing Su could ever be!

Now, watching all his careful planning about to go up in smoke, realizing he'd already gotten rid of Zhu Yantong—the only one who could've bought him time to escape—Qu Feng was filled with rage and despair. Clenching his jaw, he twisted his body around and bolted into the wind.

At this point, he didn't care if moving too hard made his injuries worse. All he could do was bet on one desperate chance to survive.

But deep in his soul, a twisting pain kept stabbing at him, dragging out muffled groans. Every step he took felt like someone slicing flesh off with a knife.

Behind him, Chi Qingzhou dropped the long wooden staff and took a step forward.

His shadow merged with him, slipping him into a bizarre state that hovered somewhere between life and death.

In the next instant, his body vanished, like someone had taken an eraser to the air—only to reappear, drawn again between the shadows of the trees.

Leaves rustled in the breeze, whispering through the forest, while Chi Qingzhou's figure flickered through the shadows, quickly gaining on Qu Feng.

Qu Feng jumped down into a narrow ditch, looked up—and froze.

Chi Qingzhou was already right in front of him.

Terrified, Qu Feng trembled like a leaf and instinctively backed up a step.

Chi Qingzhou bowed slightly, then gave him a sweet, grateful smile.

"Thanks for the meal."

Before the wind could even carry away the echo of his words, Chi Qingzhou launched from the shadows, lunging at Qu Feng!

He grabbed Qu Feng's soul and started ripping the ghost god essence straight out of him.

Qu Feng screamed in agony, brain about to explode, pain wiping out every thought he had.

The deep hatred from the Nokhi shaman that had been locked in his soul suddenly burst free, and the bloodline tracing from the ancestral land locked onto him in an instant.

The backlash hit him right after.

His soul started smoking, literally, white mist rising in wisps. The fog that blanketed the Jade-turned mountains began to fade.

His hoarse voice faded away, his eyes glassed over, and the pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't even make a sound anymore.

Chi Qingzhou carefully cradled the ball of essence in his right hand. With his left, he tossed aside Qu Feng—now nothing more than a regular soul—and devoted himself fully to enjoying his tasty buffet.

It tasted like steamed fish head with diced chili.

Would've been perfect with a bowl of rice.

Eating it plain like this... kinda salty.

Chi Qingzhou swallowed another mouthful of the essence and pouted, looking all wronged.

"Xing Shuangzhan, how are you still not awake? I want some water."

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