The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 76

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Chi Qingzhou tilted his head in thought, then nodded seriously. "Yeah!"

Ah Lai's eyes shimmered. He couldn't resist reaching out to pat Chi Qingzhou's head.

But Xing Shuangzhan stepped back with Qingzhou in his arms, brushing Alai's hand away coldly. "Talk if you want, but keep your hands to yourself."

Ah Lai gave him a lazy glance and let out a low scoff.

He didn't bother arguing. Instead, he turned back to Chi Qingzhou with a gentle tone, "Zhouzhou, is that one salty? Did Xing Su forget to get you water? I've got one that tastes like white rice. Want some?"

Chi Qingzhou blinked. "Yes please."

Alai pulled out another ball of pure energy—the one the Puluo elders had left him—and handed it to Chi Qingzhou like it was a treat.

Chi Qingzhou thanked him and took it with his left hand, happily munching away, alternating between bites from each orb of energy.

Ah Lai smiled and shook his head. "No need to thank me, Zhouzhou. Really, it's me—and all the Puluo Tribe Grand Shamans—who owe you thanks. If you hadn't helped us three years ago, we wouldn't even have found the source of the calamity that nearly wiped us out, let alone survived it."

Chi Qingzhou gave him a blank look.

His good friend was talking about something again... that he didn't understand.

Ah Lai suddenly realized. "Ah. That's my fault—I forgot you probably don't remember what happened three years ago."

Three years ago, Ah Lai hadn't advanced very far in cultivation. He was supposed to remain undisturbed in a state of deep cultivation.

But under the full moon, Chi Qingzhou—accompanied by Elder Geng, the guardian of the clan grounds—had suddenly come to wake him from his sealed slumber in a coffin.

He'd said he was about to take on something big. He'd done all sorts of calculations beforehand—and in the process, uncovered clues that pointed directly to a disaster looming over the Puluo tribe.

The Puluo tribe had foreseen this looming catastrophe—a calamity strong enough to wipe them out—thirty-five years ago. Despite all their caution and countless efforts to locate its source, they had never been able to determine where exactly the threat would strike.

Fifteen years ago, Grand Shaman Nuo Xin died under suspicious circumstances. Many suspected that Qu Feng was the true cause behind the disaster.

When he died unjustly, holding the Order of Fengdu in hand, his first instinct had been to return to the clan and warn them.

But the moment he left the underworld, he was mysteriously trapped in a place with no way out.

He didn't know where it was. All he knew was that the place never saw daylight—the only illumination came from a grand celestial compass embedded high above, like a false sky of stars.

He remained trapped there for fifteen long years, unable to even appear in dreams, with no way to return to the underworld.

His sister, Great Witch Nuo Qi, had her powers forcibly stripped from her to permanently suppress her rationality. She was driven mad for those same fifteen years.

It wasn't until Chi Qingzhou shattered Qu Feng's altar that Nuo Xin truly returned to the clan grounds.

During those fifteen years, every single Puluo tribe's shaman—dead or alive—was doing everything in their power to avert the oncoming calamity.

Ah Lai even chose to die voluntarily five years ago, just so he could be battle-ready when the time came.

But in the end, they still came up empty-handed.

That helplessness—watching the doom approach with no way to stop it—was enough to drive every Grand Shaman to the brink of insanity.

So when Chi Qingzhou claimed he had found a lead, they didn't hesitate for a second. They woke Ah Lai immediately.

At the time, Chi Qingzhou had only made two requests:

First, that three years later, if a travel-themed reality show wanted to film nearby, and if he was one of the guests, then no matter which area around Shangling County the production chose, the Puluo tribe must not turn them away.

Second, one of the guests on the show must be Ah Lai's destined person. If the person wasn't already on the guest list, they were to bring him in—even if it meant kidnapping him.

"He's the key to allowing me to enter the clan grounds freely," Chi Qingzhou had explained.

The Puluo tribe had already reached the point of no return—they were hardly in a position to refuse.

And they had no reason to doubt Chi Qingzhou's plan.

The elder shamans couldn't foresee events too closely tied to themselves, but if they were willing to pay the price, they could divine a way to draw Song Yuzhi in. These old bones still had that much power left in them.

Ah Lai had left his coffin specially to make arrangements. He ensured that one of his old hand-written journals somehow found its way into the hands of Song Yuzhi's money-hungry assistant.

Sure enough, three years later, that journal landed in Chi Ning's hands—and Song Yuzhi, chasing the ghost of a supposed "soulmate" or "first love," ended up in Yinping Village.

Song Yuzhi stood there in utter shock, face full of confusion.

He stared at Ah Lai blankly, unable to utter a single word.

Ah Lai didn't seem to mind his dumbfounded expression. Instead, he turned to Chi Qingzhou with a warm smile.

"If it weren't for Zhouzhou's warning and arrangement, the moment Qu Feng's ritual succeeded, Shangling County would've become a ghost domain overnight."

And all forty thousand people—across all the clans living in the area—would likely have become wandering souls before sunrise.

Chi Qingzhou tilted his head in thought. "Mm... the Puluo tribe's bloodline is indeed potent. It makes sense Qu Feng needed a very powerful ritual to overcome it." He paused. "So what was that 'important thing' I needed to do three years ago?"

Ah Lai shook his head. "I don't know. You never told me the specifics. You just said everything was already arranged. If it worked out, you'd get what you wanted—but you might lose a few years of memory. If it failed..." He looked at Chi Qingzhou gently. "You said you'd simply disappear. Body and soul both."

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