Chapter 12: Mind Your Own Path

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Often, things that come knocking at your door aren’t anything good. Yang Xuan certainly wouldn’t give him a chance to undermine him. Besides, just because someone claims to be from a national agency, does that make it true?

“Sorry, even if what you say makes sense, I have my own path to follow. If you want to watch the show, contact Uncle Kun to make an appointment. If you keep pestering me, I won’t entertain it.”

Without leaving room for the talisman bearer to respond, Yang Xuan walked away. The latter looked puzzled, then touched his chin and muttered softly, “Interesting.”

The talisman bearer didn’t linger at the opera troupe, but Yang Xuan headed straight to the canteen. The villagers no longer provided meals. After the matter with the Southern Mountain Ghost King was resolved, the village chief’s family faced the risk of losing their position because of their worship of the ghost king.

However, none of that concerned him. The opera in the village had completely ended. Uncle Kun was settling accounts with the patron and helping others pack their luggage.

Yang Xuan absentmindedly stared at his phone. The two live broadcasts had caused the fanbase of two internet celebrities to multiply several times. The replays, with clear editing, vividly revealed the strange behavior of some spectators in the audience. These streamers had a good eye for the focal points—the sudden appearance and disappearance of those ghosts, made all the more terrifying and unusual through their edits.

Night had fallen deep, and the green eyes in the forest were no longer visible. Yang Xuan, now free from possession, had spent several nights cautiously observing the surroundings but saw no ghosts like those during the performance.

Then what about this video?

What was really going on?

Just as Yang Xuan stood there in a daze, Chubby approached with Yu Mengjia and Qiao Qiao.

“Hey brother, you’re amazing! You even gave the ghost opera special effects, especially that red Hare horse under you!”

Yang Xuan felt indifferent toward Chubby. Although he’d calmed down from his initial aggressive and reckless demeanor, it was the two streamers from Yaya Live that made Yang Xuan admire their courage—they’d do anything for traffic. He then earnestly advised them, “I know you want more attention, but I advise you not to do things like this anymore.”

Hearing Yang Xuan speak, the two internet celebrities remained silent, but Chubby was displeased.

It was just a ghost opera singer—how dare he talk like that to their goddess?

Probably embarrassed before, Chubby straightened his back, eager to redeem his image in front of the goddess.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Did you hear me? A ghost opera singer acting so high and mighty?”

Yang Xuan glanced coldly, his voice sharp.

“Putting personal manners aside, just for me to come here and perform ghost opera, the whole village should treat me as an honored guest. Do you even know the rules?”

Yang Xuan was right. In the past, ghost opera performers were revered—before and after the performance, they received the village’s and patron’s full respect, often in the form of kowtowing.

Hearing this, Chubby immediately stiffened, glaring and rolling up his sleeves, ready to fight, but Yu Mengjia stopped him.

“Cowardly cat, don’t be rude! Those are our customs!”

With Yu Mengjia’s words, Chubby swallowed his anger once more, standing dumbfounded, unsure what to say.

At this moment, Yu Mengjia’s phone was low on battery and the live broadcast was off, but Qiao Qiao’s stream was still on.

All the viewers from Yu Mengjia’s room immediately switched to Qiao Qiao’s.

After hearing Cowardly Cat’s remarks, the viewers began to question.

“Super Invincible Tyrannosaurus: Can someone who knows explain if ghost opera performers really have that kind of status? Are these customs true?”

“Most Handsome Second-Generation Rich Kid: Yes, those customs are real. In some rural areas of the country, they are still practiced as tradition.”

“Super Invincible Tyrannosaurus: Damn, if that’s the case, that guy really doesn’t know the rules. Does anyone know him?”

...

The live chat quickly became a heated debate, with viewers ballooning from a few dozen to tens of thousands—and still growing.

“I’m going to rest now if there’s nothing else,” Yang Xuan said, intending to leave, but Qiao Qiao grabbed his arm.

“Hey, don’t go! Mengmeng wants to discuss something with you.”

Yu Mengjia rolled her eyes at Qiao Qiao. They had agreed beforehand that they’d follow this ghost opera troupe to livestream, but now it sounded like she had a matter to discuss personally. Could she be more unreliable?

“Oh? What is it?”

“Well, we were wondering if we could follow your troupe to livestream in the future?”

“My final word: do as you please. I have no obligation to protect your safety.”

With that, Yang Xuan plunged into the backstage to rest, leaving the two girls and one guy standing there stunned.

“Damn, this guy dares to reject Mengmeng’s face? So many want close contact with her, and he actually disrespects her!”

At this moment, Cowardly Cat acted like a reckless man, trying to show his masculine charm before the two girls, forgetting how terrified he’d been during the ghost opera.

“I have an idea!” Qiao Qiao, who’d been silent, suddenly said with a mischievous gleam, glancing toward the opera troupe.

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“The troupe leader didn’t agree, but it’s not illegal for us to just follow them to livestream, right?”

Yu Mengjia considered Qiao Qiao’s words and asked,

“You mean shamelessly following them?”

“Aww, don’t say it like that!”

Backstage.

Yang Xuan leaned back in a recliner and opened the Ghost Opera Performer System.

He entered the auction interface.

At first glance, Yang Xuan rubbed his eyes, thinking he was mistaken.

The Southern Mountain Ghost King battle armor had already been bid up to 7,000 Merit Points.

And it wasn’t over yet—there was even an upward trend.

Each increment made Yang Xuan feel unprecedented excitement.

After all, every point of bidding increment would eventually be his.

[Ding dong ~ Auction ended. Final result: 7,500 Merit Points.]

“Made it!”

7,500 Merit Points, plus his original 3,000 Merit Points, totaled a full 10,500.

Delightful!

[Shortly, the Merit Points will be credited to the employer's account.]

[Ding, 7,500 Merit Points successfully credited. Current employer Merit Points: 10,500.]

[Detecting employer Merit Points over 10,000, unlocking the prize for guessing attributes.]

The screen shifted, showing three tokens glowing blue, flipping alternately.

[Please select one of the tokens.]

Looking at the three identical tokens with no discernible difference, Yang Xuan casually chose the one in the middle.