The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 75

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The system flinched, floating in the air, staring at Xing Shuangzhan in absolute terror. It had no idea what this terrifying ghost was planning to do.

Chi Qingzhou looked on curiously.

Xing Shuangzhan patted his back soothingly. "Keep eating. I just need to borrow your system for a sec."

Chi Qingzhou nodded obediently. "Okay."

The system got even more scared.

It tried to cry out for help, but found it couldn't make a single sound.

Panicking, it spun in the air and started darting around in all directions, trying to escape Xing Shuangzhan.

Xing Shuangzhan reached out and grabbed the system mid-flight, pinching it between his fingers like a bug.

Then, without a word, he carried it deeper into the woods—and tore it apart again.

The system went through something that felt like it was being melted down and reforged. The pain was so overwhelming it nearly lost consciousness, and it finally couldn't hold back anymore—it started sobbing.

As soon as Xing Shuangzhan let go, the system bolted straight back to Chi Qingzhou, ramming itself into his chest like a homing missile, bawling as it tattled:

"Host! I thought you said none of your friends were the 'not-so-nice' type? Look at Mr. Xing—he's so not nice!!"

Chi Qingzhou blinked, totally unbothered. "What does someone else's 'niceness' have to do with me?"

The system froze.

Wait. What? Wasn't this the host who specifically cared about whether his friends were kind or not?

Xing Shuangzhan strolled back over and gave it a disgusted nudge. "Look at the mess you made. If it weren't for you, Qingzhou wouldn't have lost control in the first place."

Only then did the system realize something was off—Chi Qingzhou had no shadow, and his irises were a strange, eerie color.

It immediately started crying even harder.

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn't have done it—waaah—I won't ever do it again!"

Its robotic voice was weirdly full of emotion. Chi Qingzhou, clearly entertained, poked the trembling little light-ball with a finger.

"Hm... so, that special task. Is it done?"

The system hiccuped, checked the backend, then sniffled, "It's done."

Chi Qingzhou: "Cool. Gimme the reward. I wanna see how your power works."

The system choked on its virtual breath, hesitated, but under Chi Qingzhou's watchful gaze, it had no choice but to comply.

Chi Qingzhou watched the swirling mass of bad luck drift out into the air, eyes lighting up with genuine curiosity. "Whoa, that's pretty cool."

The system curled into a defensive ball and peeked nervously at the backend again—only to see:

[Mission complete. Reward dispatched. Final random delivery target: Chi Shuhong.]

System:
[Huh?? Who the heck is that?!]

Song Yuzhi finally snapped out of his daze, only to realize that mist had rolled into the forest again at some point.

It wasn't as thick as before, but still heavy enough to make him uneasy.

He stretched his neck, anxiously peering into the fog, silently praying for Mr. Chi to hurry back.

And maybe the universe was on his side—because not long after, vague silhouettes started forming in the mist.

Song Yuzhi perked up and stood straighter, trying to spot them clearly.

He still remembered what Chi Qingzhou had told him and didn't dare stray too far from the big tree. So he just spun in excited little circles in place.

The figures got closer.

And then they came into focus—and Song Yuzhi completely froze.

Mr. Chi had returned... but he wasn't alone. Walking beside him was a man Song Yuzhi didn't recognize at all.

The guy was tall, strikingly handsome, and dressed in a sharp charcoal-gray uniform-style suit. His pants were tucked into knee-high black boots, and his whole demeanor had the casual arrogance of someone used to power—like the kind of bigshots you only see from a distance.

Mr. Chi was nestled in the man's arm, entirely focused on eating something that looked like fluffy cotton candy. The white, puffy stuff was so mesmerizing that Song Yuzhi stared at it for a second too long.

The man stopped a few meters away and looked him up and down without bothering to be subtle. "Song Yuzhi?"

Song Yuzhi snapped to attention instinctively. "Yes, that's me!"

The man gave a noncommittal hum and said, "Lead the way. We're here to see Qingzhou's friend."

Qingzhou?

That was... a really affectionate nickname.

Song Yuzhi was instantly intimidated. He didn't dare ask questions—just hurried away from the tree and walked ahead to lead the way.

With no more interference from Qu Feng and his disciple, Song Yuzhi moved much more smoothly through the ancestral grounds. It took him just over three minutes to climb to the top of the mountain.

He braced his hands on his knees, panting as he caught his breath, then looked up—only to spot a familiar figure perched on a nearby Canarium tree.

It was a young man he recognized, dressed in the purple ceremonial robes of a Puluo tribe Grand Shaman. The robe hung open at the chest, revealing a strong, toned torso and a well-defined six-pack.

Dark purple, bright purple, and pale lavender were woven into intricate patterns that shimmered like silk. The sleeves and hem were layered and ornate, giving the outfit an air of ritualistic grandeur.

Tiny pendants of pure silver and jade dangled from the cuffs and collar. His silver scorpion-shaped headpiece was particularly striking—its sapphire eyes gleamed with an eerie, decadent beauty.

The man turned his head and smiled warmly at Song Yuzhi.

"We meet again, Mr. Xiao Song."

Song Yuzhi had never seen Ah Lai dressed like this. His face turned beet red in an instant, and he stammered, "L-Long time no see, Ah Lai. Hello."

But Ah Lai didn't respond.

He had only tossed out that greeting out of politeness. He hopped down from the Canarium tree with ease, brushing past the flustered Song Yuzhi without a second glance, heading straight toward Chi Qingzhou.

When he looked at Chi Qingzhou—nestled comfortably in Xing Shuangzhan's arms—his voice softened dramatically.

"Zhouzhou, it's been a while. I'm really glad to see you're healthier than I expected."

Chi Qingzhou lifted his head from the ball of energy he was nibbling on and beamed at the sight of him.

"My good friend Ah Lai! Long time no see! You look like you're about to hit ghost-deity rank!"

Ah Lai chuckled. "Well, I do want to be the only one of your friends who reaches ghost-godhood. Gotta work hard to earn that title, don't I?"

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