The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 74

Prev | Directory | Next

The regular folks from the show's production team and the average livestream viewers were still stuck in their hallucinations, unable to snap out of it, but the xuan-art practitioners in the rescue squad were slowly regaining their senses.

Hearing what Chi Qingzhou said, they blinked, took a closer look—and were instantly scared half to death by what they saw.

The old master from the Xuanshu Association stood frozen, totally forgetting about his severed leg, just scrambling backward in a panic;

Shen Wenshu was clutching his phone, hands shaking nonstop, eyes wide and blank—his brain clearly just... short-circuited;

And the Paranormal Bureau agents stood with grim expressions, all coming to the same chilling realization: compared to Xing Su, that apocalyptic-level ghost, Chi Qingzhou was even scarier. Stronger, and way more unpredictable.

They stood dumbfounded at the foot of the mountain, staring at the livestream, not knowing what to say.

Meanwhile, Qu Feng rolled twice on the ground. Gasping and twitching, it took him a while before he could even move again.

He glanced at Chi Qingzhou in a panic—saw that the guy was too busy sulking to notice him—and a burst of wild joy exploded in his chest.

He could run!

Sure, decades of planning had just gone up in flames, but he might actually survive this!!

Qu Feng cautiously inched half a meter back. Chi Qingzhou kept munching on the essence, didn't even lift his head.

That made Qu Feng practically euphoric. He scrambled to his feet and, soul still numb from pain, picked a random direction and bolted without a second thought.

Chi Qingzhou didn't chase him.

But after just fifty meters of running, the twisted grin of relief froze on Qu Feng's face—

Because under a lush seven-leaf tree stood someone he could never forget.

The man wore an indigo shaman robe, holding a Fengdu command talisman in his hand. Silver and jade dangled from his forehead, strands of tassels hanging in layers, and the little bells at the ends of the thin silver chains jingled softly in the wind.

At his feet, Qu Feng's disciple Zhu Yantong knelt. His soul was already warped beyond recognition, but his eyes still burned with hatred. He even flashed a disturbingly wide smile and mouthed the words:
"Master, I'm waiting for you."

Qu Feng started shaking all over again.

The leftover joy on his face twisted into a pathetic kind of mockery—it made him look like a straight-up clown.

"Qu Feng," the man said softly. "Long time no see."

The Grand Shaman Nuo Xin smiled gently. There wasn't a shred of hatred on his kind-looking face.

But the hatred pouring off him crashed into Qu Feng like a tidal wave, ripping off one of his arms without hesitation!

Qu Feng howled, terror nearly snapping what little sanity he had left.

He knew—people like them? Death wasn't the end.

It never was.

But what he hadn't expected... was that after stealing Nuo Xin's coffin, the guy didn't scatter into oblivion—instead, he'd come back with a Fengdu talisman strong enough to take revenge!

Qu Feng scrambled backward, tripping over himself and wailing as he threw himself at Chi Qingzhou's feet, sobbing and begging as he slammed his head to the ground over and over.

"Just eat me! Please! Make it quick! Please!!"

Chi Qingzhou licked his fingertips, tilted his head, looked down at him...

And said something completely unrelated.

"You're such a weirdo. What made you think you could actually get away?"

Qu Feng froze. Then he just... shattered.

He collapsed, grabbing onto Chi Qingzhou's leg like a lifeline, babbling nonsense through his tears about how he didn't want to keep living in pain worse than death.

A long leg kicked him clean off.

At some point, Xing Shuangzhan had finished reabsorbing the ghostly aura and returned to Chi Qingzhou's side. He looked down at Qu Feng with a cold smirk.

"I told you not to piss off my little contract partner, but some idiots just don't listen."

He stared down at Qu Feng, who was groveling on the ground, every inch of his expression dripping with blatant mockery.

"Wanna guess why I said no one wants to see what happens when he gets mad?"

Qu Feng's face turned ashen, and he collapsed again, totally defeated.

The Grand Shaman Nuo Xin slowly stepped up beside Xing Shuangzhan and Chi Qingzhou and gave a deep bow in the traditional Pulou tribe fashion.

He turned to Chi Qingzhou with sincere gratitude. "Thank you for breaking the great calamity for the Pulou tribe."

Chi Qingzhou blinked in confusion. What was this guy talking about? He didn't get it at all.

He turned around and tugged at Xing Shuangzhan's sleeve, cutely whining, "Brother Su, I'm so thirsty."

Xing Shuangzhan sighed and scooped him up with one arm. "You greedy little thing. Alright, let's go find your friend. He probably has other stuff to snack on."

He paused briefly, then looked back at the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin. "You have a Fengdu Order for revenge?"

The Grand Shaman Nuo Xin nodded. "Yes."

Xing Shuangzhan gave a disdainful glance at Qu Feng and Zhu Yantong. "Your sister's still in the village. You can take her with you. Qu Feng's already lost his ghost-deity essence—drag him and his disciple to the underworld. Once your family's had their revenge, there are still eighteen layers of hell waiting for him."

Before today, Qu Feng had a foot in the realm of ghost gods. Even with the Fengdu Talisman, the Grand Shaman Nuo Xin hadn't been able to touch him or the disciple he protected.

But now? Everything had changed.

Chi Qingzhou had stripped away Qu Feng's biggest advantage—and now he'd have to pay for everything he'd done.

Qu Feng flinched hard when he heard that. Instinctively, he tried to jump up, but Nuo Xin's fury was already wrapping around him like chains.

Dragging Qu Feng toward the path to the underworld, Nuo Xin still politely thanked Xing Shuangzhan on the way.

He also stepped onto the path himself, and before leaving, he left a final reminder: "The elders' gift should be with Hanlai. Please have the destined person bring Mr. Chi to him as soon as possible."

Xing Shuangzhan gave a short nod. "Got it."

Nuo Xin gave one last respectful bow—and walked off without looking back.

The white mist slowly faded.

Xing Shuangzhan didn't immediately take Chi Qingzhou to find Song Yuzhi. Instead, he carried him a short distance away and gently set him down on a rock, then reached into Chi Qingzhou and yanked the system out.

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translations to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next