The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 87

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Chi Qingning's fans—especially the die-hard "Little Sweet Plums"—were absolutely wrecked.

Their brother's been treated like garbage by his own birth family, and he still gets cursed out by internet trolls? What did he ever do to deserve this?!

In the words of the bystanders: sure, he did let Chi Qingzhou down—but he never wronged anyone else.

He might not measure up to Chi Qingzhou and the others, but when it comes to that bunch of freaks, why should he have to swallow his pride?

The Little Sweet Plums fans rallied in an organized, disciplined wave to stand up for Chi Qingning.

Paid posters mixed in among them, starting to muddy the waters.

While cursing out the absurdity of Chi Qingning's birth mother and brother, they also frantically tried to control the narrative, insisting that Chi Qingning was a victim too, and that people were being too harsh on someone so pitiful.

They said his choices had been out of desperation, and that everyone should stop pushing the "blame the victim" narrative.

A few bystanders felt something was off and tried to raise questions in the discussion threads.

But their comments were quickly drowned in a flood of Little Sweet Plum responses and fan-filtered noise.

Then things took a darker turn.

A strange black mist crept out from every corner. Many regular users scrolling through the topic suddenly had a crazed look in their eyes. They picked up their phones or sat down at their keyboards, echoing the internet trolls and fans with the firmest, most unwavering words.

And slowly, the public opinion around Chi Qingning began to shift.
It smoothed out. Calmed down.

But at the same time, a boundless frustration welled up in their hearts, with nowhere to go, no outlet to latch onto.

Their pent-up anger had nowhere to be released, and before long, a strange, inexplicable thought began to take shape in their minds.

Since Chi Qingning was innocent, then the ones targeting him must be the villains.

They wanted to lash out at the true culprit—but strangely, every time that thought came close to forming, their minds would slow down, like they were wading through fog.

In the end, they set down their keyboards in a daze, caught in a strange, silent battle with a version of themselves that seemed to have forgotten something important.

His phone chimed.

Chi Shuhong set down the mouse and glanced at the message from the bot-farming studio. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He'd been monitoring the online chatter—it had indeed mellowed out a lot.

More importantly, his cultivation was flowing smoothly again. The speed at which he was accumulating spiritual energy had returned to what it was back when Chi Qingning still had a good reputation.

Everything was going exactly as he'd planned.

Straightening his robe with a bit of restraint, Chi Shuhong glanced at the cinnabar on the talisman, its color gradually fading, and seriously considered whether he should throw in another spark.

He and Chi Qingzhou's biological father—Chi Jianming—were brothers. So technically, that made him Chi Qingzhou's younger uncle.

He never got involved with the Chi family business, preferring instead to focus solely on honing his abilities as a metaphysical practitioner.

As for Chi Qingning, who wasn't even blood-related to him, he'd never really had any strong opinions.

The only reason he'd been looking after Chi Qingning since the kid was five was simple—Chi Qingning made his cultivation go faster.

When Chi Shuhong was young, his family had sent him to Maoshan to study the arcane arts. But his talent was average at best and his comprehension was straight-up terrible. He didn't even qualify as an official disciple—Maoshan wouldn't even acknowledge him as a registered student.

The day he left the mountain and came home, a bunch of the Daoist masters who took turns teaching outside disciples were so overjoyed, they snuck off to drink and celebrate. Unfortunately, the sect leader caught them red-handed and punished them with a ton of scripture copying.

But Chi Shuhong himself still dreamed of attaining immortality.

After returning home, he refused to get married and insisted on continuing his cultivation. His family couldn't change his mind, so they let him be.

His talent sucked, and now that he was away from the spiritual energy of Maoshan, his cultivation speed dropped off a cliff.

The little bit of power he'd built up on the mountain was fading fast, and he was panicking, trying every trick he could think of—even taking some shady detours—but none of it worked.

Then one day, his older brother came over for a visit with his two kids, and the moment Chi Shuhong laid eyes on them, he knew his chance had come.

Not because of Chi Xiaoyuan, but because the second Chi Qingning walked into his room, the spiritual power he'd been holding onto suddenly became lively again.

He told his brother to let Chi Qingning stay over for a few days, and through trial and error, figured out a pattern.

Chi Qingning had strong natural luck. People who got close to him would also see their fortunes improve, and for someone like Chi Shuhong, it could even spark moments of sudden inspiration.

He didn't need to be around Chi Qingning all the time—just once every month or two was enough to keep his cultivation running hot.

The more people liked and praised Chi Qingning, the faster Chi Shuhong's power would grow.

Once he figured that out, Chi Qingning became a VIP guest in his house.

From the time Chi Qingning was five to now—seventeen whole years—Chi Shuhong had been quietly taking care of anyone or anything that might be a threat to him.

Chi Qingning's smooth sailing in the entertainment world definitely had Chi Shuhong's invisible hand behind it.

At least three or four influencers who tried to mess with Chi Qingning had been taken out by his metaphysical tricks.

That said, Chi Shuhong wasn't reckless with his powers.

He barely had any to begin with—definitely not enough to throw around carelessly.

Three months ago, Chi Qingzhou returned to the Chi family. Chi Qingning had never directly asked for help, but Chi Shuhong could feel his cultivation slowing down. Naturally, he turned his attention to Chi Qingzhou.

He stirred the pot more than once. That whole illegitimate child rumor—he'd had a hand in that too.

Otherwise, something that absurd wouldn't have spread so fast.

Chi Shuhong didn't care who was really his nephew. All he wanted was to ascend to immortality.

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