The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 79

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"Your Association stopped using Nether Serpents for sacrifices and switched to 'wish-bearers' after that incident."

The Nether Serpent, born of Yin and the underworld, was originally used to bridge the realms of the living and the dead. But when paired with enough sacrificial offerings, it could do more than just convey wishes—it could snatch things no ordinary mortal had any right to covet.

Like Xing Su's ghost energy.

That year, during the ritual, five of Xing Su's former subordinates and two high-ranking Xuanshu Association priests conspired to use the lives of over 17 million people from two cities at the base of Mount Jingming to siphon off Xing Su's power through the Nether Serpent.

You could say they succeeded. You could also say they failed.

"They did manage to steal half of Xing Su's strength," Cheng Yufei said, her tone dripping with disdain, "but it didn't condense into a single vessel the way they'd hoped—it got scattered into countless fragments."

"And the price they paid was steep."

What, they thought Xing Su was easy to mess with?

Those traitors tried to play god, dragging two whole cities into it. But in the end, the citizens were unharmed—some terminal patients even started mysteriously recovering.

Instead, three of the conspirators died, one went mad, and one escaped. The two priests had their souls judged on the spot and were sentenced to hundreds of years of punishment in the underworld.

The rest of the participating mages from the Xuanshu Association? Almost all dead or deranged. Less than one in ten survived, and even they never regained their sanity.

That fiasco nearly crippled the Xuanshu Association. The Paranormal Bureau seized the moment to crack down on all kinds of shady practices in the mystical world.

A few of the younger Xuanshu elites were wide-eyed, stunned into silence—until one of them finally snapped:

"You're lying! You're slandering our Association!"

Cheng Yufei just raised an eyebrow. "That story's not even a well-kept secret in the mystic world. Don't believe me? Go ask around yourself."

Their world tilted sideways. The Xuanshu juniors stood there blankly, looking like their entire belief system had just imploded.

If this was all true... then what was the point of everything they'd believed in?

Shen Wenshu lowered his head in thought, then asked quietly, "So they stole the Ghost King Xing's power... because they wanted to create a new ghost god that could rival him?"

Cheng Yufei's gaze turned thoughtful. "There'll always be people who think that power is only truly theirs if they control it. But did they ever stop to consider—what if the thing they create... doesn't listen to them at all?"

Shen Wenshu closed his eyes, voice shaking slightly. "So this ritual... it wasn't necessarily about stealing power from the Ghost King Xing. If the main sacrifice is a soul with a rare fate and the supporting offerings are enough living people... it could work all the same?"

Cheng Yufei nodded. "Of course."

Shen Wenshu's face turned ashen. "The process of this ritual... it was never widely known, right? There shouldn't be many people who even know how it works—otherwise things would've gone completely off the rails. So then... how does Qu Feng know it so well? Enough to even modify it?"

He paused, then added, "No... maybe the real question is—did the Association really never find Qu Feng?"

The Xuanshu elites, who had been staring off into space, suddenly snapped out of it and looked up, their expressions darkening with each passing second.

Cheng Yufei offered them a smile, one loaded with implications. "What do you think?"

With that, she stopped paying attention to the furious, red-faced Xuanshu members and turned toward her own team.

"The barrier's down! Let's go check on the unconscious villagers—get the hospital on the line if needed!"

"Yes, ma'am!" The Paranormal Bureau agents responded in unison. Without wasting a second, they grabbed their gear and headed into the village, moving like clockwork.

The Xuanshu elites stayed behind, clenching their teeth. One of them—hot-tempered and unable to hold it in—finally snapped.

He yanked up his backpack and growled, "I'm going to help too! Once today's over, I will go back and ask my master what the hell's really going on!"

And with that, he stormed into the village, not waiting for the others.

They exchanged glances, clearly rattled, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, picked up their things and followed him into Yinping Village.

Back at the edge of the clearing, the old mage and the wish-bearer lay unconscious on the ground. The wind stirred. Their bodies trembled slightly from the cold, but no one came to check on them.

With Song Yuzhi no longer leading the way, it took Chi Qingzhou and Xing Shuangzhan an extra ten minutes to return to the altar.

By the time they got there, the ghost girl Lu Yao had already finished briefing the victims and was currently in full speech mode. In one hand she held the Order of Fengdu, and with the other she dramatically pointed at the ground like a seasoned orator.

"As long as you have the Order of Fengdu, it's legal revenge!"

"You all saw that Puluo tribe high priest just now, right? He had the Order, and he twisted Zhu Yantong into a human pretzel without anyone batting an eye!"

"Qu Feng and Zhu Yantong are already on their way to the Underworld. First, they're gonna get their asses handed to them by the folks down there, then they'll be tossed into different levels of hell to serve their sentence."

"They're the scumbags who got us killed and broke our families' hearts. What? You're seriously just gonna let them go like that?"

She swept her gaze over the crowd of spirits. "Think about it. If all of you get an Order of Fengdu, those two bastards'll be getting whooped left and right while also panicking over the punishment still waiting for them. Isn't that the kind of revenge everyone dreams of? Don't you wanna personally land a hit or two?!"

Some of the ghosts had been wavering, unsure. But her words lit a fire under them, and even the thick resentment that clung to them began to thin out.

"Yes! Of course we do!"

Chi Qingzhou watched the scene unfold from not far off, eyes wide in disbelief.

This is... such a passionate rally!

Damn, I've never had this kind of friend before!

Lu Yao hadn't noticed them arrive. She tossed her hands up and waved the Order of Fengdu with flair.

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