When I heard this name, I couldn't help but laugh. These Nanyang people were really interesting. Their arrogance was earth-shattering. It was just a competition of one province, but they dared to call it the 'Metaphysics Exchange Competition' between Nanyang and China. If they were lucky enough to win, they would claim that Nanyang's Daoist sects had surpassed the orthodox sects of the Central Plains.
What surprised me the most were the Hong Kong reporters in front of me.
The Nanyang Daoist sect had informed the media about this!
This kind of open atmosphere surprised me. In the mainland, we were used to hiding everything. It wasn't that we didn't want to promote Metaphysics, but the higher-ups had policies that we had to follow.
Anyway, it was much better than before. At least, there was no persecution, and Metaphysics could be spread and studied in a small area.
The Nanyang Daoist sect had been expelled from the Central Plains and developed to its current level.
Also, the methods of raising ghosts, Kuman Thong, and spirit ghosts had spread to the mainland and become more and more popular in recent years. It was all because of this open atmosphere.
Although we had seen a lot of storms, we didn't have much experience in dealing with reporters. We casually said a few words and hurried to the car outside, leaving as if we were escaping.
I thought the Hong Kong reporters were just a small interlude, but I didn't expect that when I arrived at the Shenzhen branch the next day, there would be dozens of reporters gathered around me!
More than half of them were Hong Kong reporters, and there were also dozens of reporters from Thailand and Malaysia. In the end, there were even a few reporters from the mainland who had heard the news.
After asking President Xu, I learned that the Nanyang Daoist sect had spread the news in Nanyang, which led to the news in China. Although the ban hadn't been lifted yet, the media didn't force them. They just wanted to use the title 'Metaphysics Exchange Competition' as a gimmick. They wouldn't talk about the competition, but only the Metaphysics Exchange Competition. They would announce the final winner and loser.
In the end, after President Xu communicated with the higher-ups, they agreed to the request of the mainland reporters. They allowed them to use the excuse of 'Metaphysics Exchange Competition' to report on the competition.
Of course, that was all they could do. They wouldn't agree to let the reporters take pictures at the scene.
Even so, the pressure of winning was much greater than before. However, everyone still thought that it was impossible to lose, so they didn't care too much about it.
At ten in the morning, the people from the Nanyang Daoist sect arrived at the Shenzhen branch.
There were a dozen of them, and when they entered, they greeted the Hong Kong reporters. It seemed that they had a good relationship with each other.
I was puzzled. Were these people that confident?
They had come from so far away to challenge us, and they even brought reporters with them. Weren't they afraid that they would lose in the end?
Before I could figure it out, a group of people from the Nanyang Daoist Faction walked in front of us. A dark-skinned, fat middle-aged man asked us in Cantonese with a murderous face, "Who is Zhou Yi?"
I lifted my leg and stood out. That person's gaze became even colder as he gritted his teeth and said, "What a junior. Just at the Pressure Point Realm and you dare to assassinate Senior Brother Liang who is at the Glory Consciousness Realm, you really have guts!
"Zhou," I say. "Yi" t "Yi"'t "Yi". "I"
Without waiting for me to open my mouth, the hot-tempered Chen Shuhe angrily rebuked, "You barbarian, don't be so arrogant. Whether you win or lose, we will only know after the fight."
Facing Chen Shuhe, the fat middle-aged man didn't say anything. He just smiled sinisterly and didn't say anything else.
Next, we went to the conference room on the top floor. The tables and stools had already been moved to the two sides, leaving a large space in the middle. This was where the competition would be held.
After the two sides sat down, they didn't exchange pleasantries. The fat middle-aged man that threatened me earlier was the first to walk out. After he stood in the middle, he cupped his fist and said, "Hong Kong's Ghost Raising Sect's elder Lin Zhong, representing the Nanyang Daoist sect."
Since both sides had submitted their names earlier, there was no surprise as to who would fight. Chen Shuhe stroked his beard and smiled faintly. He stood up and slowly walked to the center of the venue. He glanced sideways at Elder Lin Zhong and said slowly, "I'm Metaphysics Society's Guangzhou branch president, Chen Shuhe. I'll accept the first battle … Of course, I'll also accept the next four battles."
His words were arrogant. The Nanyang Daoist sect's people all showed anger. The fat Ghost Raising Sect's elder Lin Zhong didn't say anything. He just sneered, "I'll return what you said earlier. To win or lose, we'll only know after we fight. Don't be so arrogant now."
Chen Shuhe snorted. The two of them didn't say anything and took a few steps back. The battle had officially begun.
Chen Shuhe obviously didn't put his opponent in his eyes. He didn't even take out a magic artifact. He just stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting for his opponent to make the first move.
The fat, dark-skinned elder of the Ghost Nurturing Sect was not so courteous. He felt around his body and took out something that looked like a small incense burner. He muttered a few words and then the holes around the small incense burner began to emit a greyish-black smoke.
The smoke seemed to float very slowly, but it quickly formed a black figure in the center of the venue.
With just one glance, I recognized that this black figure was the ghost cultivator that Lin Zhong mentioned before.
A ghost cultivator uses the souls of cultivators as a foundation. It is a type of Yin Soul that is far more powerful than normal Yin Souls.
This is the same principle as the Yin Corpse Sect using the corpses of cultivators to refine corpse puppets. It also follows the "conservation of energy" of the physical world.
The energy of a powerful cultivator won't disappear after death. Instead, it will be deposited in their corpse or soul. As long as the method is right, this energy can be reproduced.
After seeing the Ghost Cultivator, Chen Shuhe's expression finally became a little more serious. He reached into his sleeve and took out what seemed to be a jade bracelet. He silently chanted a spell and connected the Dao Qi to it. The jade bracelet was obviously getting brighter and brighter.
At this time, Lin Zhong of the Ghost Raising Sect also made a move. He took out a powdery substance and threw it into the incense burner. Then, he chanted an incantation that was difficult to understand. Finally, he threw the incense burner towards the grey-black ghost cultivator.
The small incense burner unexpectedly released a few drops of black, blood-like liquid that landed on the ghost cultivator.
In an instant, the ghost cultivator let out a mournful scream. Then its body turned blood-red and it pounced toward Chen Shuhe.
At this moment, Chen Shuhe threw out the jade bracelet in his hand. The jade bracelet, which was already very bright, now looked like a strong light bulb. After it was thrown out, it shot out like lightning and directly covered the body of the Ghost Cultivator.
The members of the Guangdong branch all applauded. Chen Shuhe stroked his beard with a pleased expression.
Although I didn't know what this jade bracelet was, I could tell from its bright light that it was a magic tool that could restrain Yin souls.
Although the ghost cultivator was powerful, it was different from the Dao Ghost in my body. The ghost cultivator's body was also filled with Yin energy. Naturally, the jade bracelet could restrain it.
While I was thinking, the ghost cultivator shrieked as if it was enduring endless pain. The situation wasn't good.
Could it be that the first round was over that easily?
As soon as I had this thought, Elder Lin Zhong of the Ghost Raising Sect took out the powdery substance and threw it into the incense burner. Then, he forcefully threw it at the ghost cultivator.
However, this time, there was more black, blood-like substance. It almost formed a line of blood.
It was hard to imagine how that small incense burner could produce so many things.
When he stopped, the Ghost Cultivator's body had undergone a huge change. The originally grayish-black body mixed with a trace of blood red had completely solidified, especially the Ghost Cultivator's head, which was covered with a layer of red and black paste. What was even more amazing was that the Ghost Cultivator's mouth had actually grown a mouthful of pale white teeth!