The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 115

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The atmosphere became a little stiff.

When Shen Wenxing didn't get a response, his voice gradually faded, his expression also faded a little bit.

Xue Jinshi let out a low chuckle, turning his head calmly.

Chi Qingzhou stood on a higher part of the path, watching the scene unfold with a clear view of everyone's reactions.

He tapped his toe on his shadow, and Xing Shuangzhan helplessly let out some ghostly energy.

"What's going on?"

Chi Qingning nodded toward Shen Wenxing. "Shen Wenshu—this name sounds familiar."

Xing Shuangzhan murmured, "He's from the Xuanshu Association, around your age."

Chi Qingning seemed to recall something.

"That's why it sounds familiar. If I'm not mistaken, didn't I see him at the outskirts of the Jingming Mountain tomb?"

Xing Shuangzhan sighed. "So, you called me out just to ask about someone else?"

Chi Qingning glanced at him with a smile. "It just shows that Brother Su knows everything in my heart."

Xing Shuangzhan stared at him for a moment, then chuckled softly.

This sweet-coated bomb, he fell for it.

"Yes, you've met him," Xing Shuangzhan squeezed his fingers together and replied. "When you came with the team for the archaeology, he and his master were nearby."

Chi Qingzhou thought for a moment, recalling that this was likely during his third year of university.

He remembered that Shen Wenshu had a good character.

At that time, someone in the archaeology team had temporarily left to handle personal matters and ended up getting lost in the forest. It was Shen Wenshu who escorted them back.

The student later forgot what had happened, but vaguely remembered someone had saved them.

Chi Qingzhou paused.

His own memories from that time were also quite vague.

Was it because of the plan three years ago?

Xing Shuangzhan didn't answer, but instead lightly touched his cheek with his finger, eyes gleaming with something Chi Qingzhou couldn't quite understand.

"Don't space out for too long; you're still filming. I'll go back now."

Chi Qingzhou gently nudged his finger and nodded in response.

With the momentary haze lifted, he smiled and turned his gaze to Shen Wenxing, clapping his hands in support amidst the awkward silence.

The other guests, seeing this, though not entirely sure what was going on, quickly joined in with applause.

A somewhat stiff Shen Wenxing instinctively looked towards Chi Qingzhou.

His abilities were much weaker compared to Chi Qingzhou's. He didn't even sense the use of the ghostly concealment technique by Xing Shuangzhan; he only noticed Chi Qingzhou's look, which seemed to carry a hint of appreciation. His tense shoulders relaxed slowly.

If he remembered correctly, didn't Chi Qingzhou know a bit about metaphysical practices?

In that case, Chi Qingzhou wasn't just clapping to help him out—he was genuinely admiring his cousin?

Shen Wenxing felt a bit fond of Chi Qingzhou.

Looking into Chi Qingzhou's beautiful peach blossom eyes, Shen Wenxing's ears began to heat up uncontrollably.

Although Chi Qingzhou wasn't as talented as his cousin, someone like him was naturally likable... right?

...

Shen Wenxing's ears were secretly red as he pretended to rest, staring at the scenery, thinking no one would notice his discomfort.

Little did he know, every movement he made was caught by the members of the Paranormal Bureau watching the livestream.

Someone clicked their tongue unhappily. "Why is there a member from the Xuanshu Association's periphery in this episode?"

"Yeah, weren't we supposed to leave their previous rituals alone and have them keep their distance this time?"

"Do they think sending peripheral members doesn't count as interfering? It's so annoying, especially when Mr. Chi was so lenient with them."

Cheng Yufei tapped the table, interrupting the complaints.

"Quiet. I know what you're all upset about, but since Mr. Chi hasn't shown any signs of displeasure, let's keep it in check."

The group exchanged glances and silently quieted down.

Cheng Yufei refocused on the livestream.

Though Chi Qingzhou had previously declined the Paranormal Bureau's invitation, Cheng Yufei and the others hadn't kept anything from him, telling him everything about the ritual involving the Xuanshu Association—how both the participants and the main priest were injured.

Chi Qingzhou had clearly been displeased at the time, but he didn't confront the Xuanshu Association. Instead, he was willing to let the Paranormal Bureau use his name to negotiate with them.

This action greatly surprised many, and the previously disorganized voices within the Paranormal Bureau quieted down significantly.

It seemed that Cheng Yufei and Daoist Du Ming's judgment was indeed correct. Whether it was the World-annihilating Malevolent Ghost, Xing Su, or the somewhat mysterious Chi Qingzhou, both were actually open to communication and negotiation.

Uniting all available forces was the core mission of the Paranormal Bureau, and naturally, their stance toward Chi Qingzhou had shifted accordingly.

The higher-ups in the Paranormal Bureau were pleased with this change and allowed the rumors to spread freely.

Cheng Yufei gave a few side glances at the disgruntled members and her expression turned more serious.

"Do you think the Xuanshu Association... might still have plans for the Great Tomb of Jingming Mountain?"

Daoist Du Ming waved his whisk calmly, answering with a tone of certainty, "Although Shen Wenxing is close to Shen Wenshu, he has had almost no involvement with the affairs of the Xuanshu Association. You don't need to be overly worried."

Cheng Yufei remained silent for a moment before replying, "But can this truly resolve the anomalies at Jingming Mountain Tomb? After all, that's where Xing Su's bones rest."

Daoist Du Ming corrected her lightly, "Strictly speaking, it used to be where his bones rested."

A senior monk dressed in robes joined in, clasping his hands in prayer and smiling gently. "What Du Ming says is right. Captain Cheng, perhaps you should have a bit more trust in this young friend."

Cheng Yufei turned her gaze to the monk. "Did Master Ji Ye see something?"

Ji Ye, the monk, closed his eyes and murmured, "Amitabha."

Cheng Yufei blinked. Not again.

This old monk's predictions were accurate, but he always spoke in half-truths.

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