The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 78

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The white mist in the forest was thinning.

Chi Qingzhou and Xing Shuangzhan didn't make any effort to hide themselves. The Pu Luo clan had already survived their disaster, so there was no point keeping secrets anymore.

Even though the members of the Xuanshu Association and the Paranormal Bureau only caught parts of the conversation between Chi Qingzhou and Ah Lai, it was enough for them to piece together what had happened with Qu Feng and the Puluo tribe.

—Actually, there had been rumors in the occult world over a decade ago, saying the Puluo tribe might face total annihilation. But hardly anyone had taken it seriously.

A Taoist priest from the Paranormal Bureau glanced at the old mage from the Xuanshu Association. He flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand and said blandly, "This Qu Feng guy looks familiar. Isn't he the main culprit behind the Nanyao massacre thirty-three years ago?"

The old mage's already pale face turned even more ashen.

He had recognized Qu Feng too, eventually. No matter how thick his skin was, there was no way to pretend he wasn't embarrassed.

After all, back then the Nanyao case had shocked the entire occult world. When the Paranormal Bureau tried to take over the investigation by going through official channels, they'd been blocked by the Association, who claimed they had discovered both the clues and the suspect first.

They had been so confident they'd catch Qu Feng and use it as a way to knock the newly-founded Paranormal Bureau down a peg. Who would've thought over thirty years would fly by before they even found out where Qu Feng was?

If it hadn't been for Chi Qingzhou's friendship with Grand Shaman Han Lai, and their involvement in the Puluo tribe's disaster this time, Qu Feng's sacrificial plan might've succeeded—turning the entire Shangling County into a living hell.

The Xuanshu Association had nearly caused a catastrophe. No matter how much the old mage looked down on the Paranormal Bureau as a young, state-backed organization, even he couldn't help feeling guilty now.

He didn't dare bark back at the Taoist priest like before. All he could do was force an awkward smile, then turn away to avoid further conversation.

The other elite members of the Xuanshu Association were equally mortified, looking like they wanted to dig a hole and disappear into it.

Shen Wenshu glanced at the Paranormal Bureau folks, then at his fellow disciples. After a moment's hesitation, he quietly asked his uncle:

"Qu Feng... what kind of ritual was he trying to pull off? Why is everyone acting so..." He paused, then found a more tactful word, "shaken?"

Shen Wenshu was one of the rising stars of the younger generation in the Xuanshu Association. Sharp as hell, with solid foundations in both talismans and formations—and not just a dabbler, either. He was legit good, and his knowledge base ran deep.

He could recall several types of sacrificial formations, but whatever Qu Feng had planned didn't ring any bells.

There was no malice in his question—just pure curiosity.

But the old mage's face froze for a second before his eyes turned sharp and annoyed. He shoved Shen Wenshu aside and barked, "You really have too much time on your hands! Go on, get outta here! If you're not helping, then shut your mouth and stay put!"

Shen Wenshu stumbled and fell to the ground, the hem of his Daoist robe picking up a layer of dirt. He looked thoroughly disheveled.

A few of his fellow disciples glanced at him, struggling to suppress their laughter. There was definitely a bit of schadenfreude in their eyes.

Shen Wenshu's breath caught, and he slowly lowered his head.

One of the Paranormal Bureau's more badass ladies saw everything unfold and rolled her eyes hard at the whole lot of them.

"You guys are something else. Brave enough to do it, but too scared to talk about it? Someone asks a question and you freak out like it's the end of the world. What's wrong, huh? No shame back when you were doing shady stuff, but now suddenly you care about saving face?"

The old mage's face flushed beet red. He was furious and flustered. "You! I'm talking to my junior. What's a woman like you interrupting for? Don't you understand respect and hierarchy?!"

The woman's face turned cold as she flexed the iron-spiked gloves on her fists.

"Respect and hierarchy? Why don't you ask my fists who's at the top of that food chain?"

The old mage instinctively flinched, his eyes flashing with panic.

"U-Unreasonable!" he stammered, still trying to act tough. "I'm old enough to be your elder, and you—you're just a young girl—how dare you talk back to me—!"

She stepped forward and slammed her fist into a nearby miniature altar. Crack! The whole thing exploded, shards of white marble flying in every direction!

Two sharp chunks of stone shot straight toward the old mage's forehead. He tried to dodge, but couldn't avoid them completely.

Thunk! A dull thud echoed out. The old mage didn't even get a chance to curse before his vision went black and he collapsed, wobbling like a felled tree.

Other than Shen Wenshu, the rest of the Xuanshu Association leapt to their feet, glaring at the woman furiously.

"Go, Sister Cheng!"

The Paranormal Bureau's members rolled up their sleeves and started moving forward too, each one with a less-than-friendly look on their face.

"What's up? You guys wanna fight or what?"

The Xuanshu Association crowd was absolutely fuming, glaring daggers at the Paranormal Bureau team like they wanted to start a riot.

Who the hell threw the first punch here?!

How is this woman so unreasonable?!

But Cheng Yufei—aka "Sister Cheng," the Paranormal Bureau's resident powerhouse—barely spared them a glance. She casually flexed her wrists, utterly unimpressed by the so-called "elites" of the Xuanshu Association.

She'd served in the army's special ops before joining the Bureau, and was now one of their top combatants. This bunch? She could crush them like paper dolls.

"You wanna do dirt and not be called out? What kind of garbage habit is that?" She tilted her chin and gestured toward the stunned Shen Wenshu. "Hey, kid—Xiao Shen, right? I know the answer to your question."

The Xuanshu members bristled but didn't dare talk back. Shen Wenshu blinked and nodded, still dazed. "Y-Yeah."

Cheng Yufei said, "Ever hear about the 'Nether Serpent Incident' that happened during your Association's ritual for Xing Su on Mount Jingming forty-five years ago?"

Shen Wenshu's eyes lit up—he had heard his master mention it once or twice—so he quickly nodded again.

Cheng Yufei let out a short laugh, but her eyes were ice-cold.

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