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"Ah, it must be a very special class. I would like to know more about it."
The Ancient Sorcerer said this and, regardless of Zhang Qi's reluctance, pushed the door open and walked inside.
"This..."
Zhang Qi hesitated. He really didn't want to enter this room, but since the Ancient Sorcerer had already gone in, if he didn't follow, it might raise suspicion, which would be troublesome—especially since the things inside were quite strange for an ordinary person, and there was no reasonable explanation for them.
The room was small and somewhat dimly lit, with a thick carpet covering the floor that made no sound when walked on.
"This place... is odd."
As soon as the Ancient Sorcerer stepped inside, he immediately sensed something was off about the room. It was not just intuition; the Luo Tian within his Yintang began to slowly rotate.
Looking up ahead, the Ancient Sorcerer noticed a painting hanging on one wall of the room. The painting depicted a bizarre old man standing two meters tall, with blood-red eyes wide open like copper bells. A string of blood droplets hung from the corners of his eyes. His nose was small and pointed upward, and his mouth was wide open, revealing a black-red tongue. A long horn protruded from his forehead.
He had a small neck and a large belly, with short and thick arms and legs... Overall, he looked less like a human and more like a monster.
The strange old man sat on the ground beside a fire that burned brightly, with a pot placed over it. In his right hand, he held something resembling a human leg bone, stirring whatever was in the pot.
"What is this painting?"
The Ancient Sorcerer's brow furrowed as he noticed that not far from him on the floor knelt about ten people. Each of them was on all fours, crawling without moving even when new people entered the room; they were clearly very devout.
"This is the Supreme Ancestor."
Turning slightly to the side, the Ancient Sorcerer glanced at Zhang Qi and found that his face showed a hint of fanaticism, as if he were a fan seeing his long-cherished idol. The graceful demeanor he had before had completely vanished.
"Eh, could it be that this portrait was not created by Zhang Qi?"
As soon as the Ancient Sorcerer saw the portrait, he understood that Zhang Qi must be a wizard. However, the expression on Zhang Qi's face surprised the Ancient Sorcerer, as it was filled with fervor—if this portrait was merely made by Zhang Qi for the purpose of casting spells, such an expression should not exist; this kind of expression only appears between a master and a servant.
Zhang Qi was likely another person who had been "cursed."
"Supreme Ancestor? So what exactly are these people doing?"
The Ancient Sorcerer feigned confusion and pointed at the people lying on the ground.
"Ah, they are engaged in Spiritual Cultivation."
Zhang Qi paused for a moment, his face showing even more fervent devotion, and then continued, "In the West, Spiritual Cultivation refers to 'meditating on the words of God, which means the words in the Bible.' However, in our country, this is certainly not appropriate. To me, so-called Spiritual Cultivation is the cultivation of the soul. There are many ways to cultivate, but one of the most important methods is to worship the Supreme Ancestor, opening our hearts and minds to him. As long as we open ourselves up, the Supreme Ancestor will see our shortcomings and recognize the darkness within our souls."
"And then? In such a situation, what can the Supreme Ancestor do?"
Zhang Qi's face appeared even more sanctified as he nodded and said, "Of course! The Supreme Ancestor is omnipotent. He has great Diviners who help all beings. As long as you believe in him, he can drive away the darkness within your soul and relieve you of all your troubles."
"This..."
The Ancient Sorcerer felt somewhat speechless; everything sounded strange.
If what Zhang Qi said was true, then wasn't this Supreme Ancestor like a compassionate deity saving those in suffering?
"Mr. Luo, you may not know that this portrait of the Supreme Ancestor has an unparalleled Diviner... to date, over 3,000 people have become his disciples..."
Ancient Sorcerer felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and his brows furrowed tightly. He finally understood where his strange feeling was coming from: this Supreme Ancestor seemed like a cult in every way! The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but he knew he absolutely could not show any signs of abnormality at this moment.
"Wow, there are so many people? It seems that Diviner is indeed quite popular."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qi became pleased and said, "Mr. Luo, if you are also interested, I can be your guide. The Supreme Ancestor and Diviner are so renowned that even incurable diseases can be healed; their powers are truly boundless."
Ancient Sorcerer would never agree to such a thing. He shook his head and said, "I have already learned enough about your situation here. I think we can discuss the main matter now."
"Alright..."
Ancient Sorcerer's brows lightly furrowed as he noticed that since entering this room, Zhang Qi seemed somewhat abnormal. The calm demeanor had vanished, and he appeared to be under some invisible force's control, as if his mind were unclear.
As they walked out of the room, Ancient Sorcerer deliberately lagged a few steps behind to carefully observe Zhang Qi. He became increasingly convinced that he had not been mistaken; Zhang Qi's steps were unsteady, as if he were walking on clouds, and the muscles on his face were evidently stiff—he looked anything but normal.
"Are you alright? You're sweating on your forehead."
"Ah!"
Zhang Qi seemed startled, softly exclaiming as he abruptly turned to look at Ancient Sorcerer. After a while, he appeared to wake up and quickly said, "It's... nothing... It's just hot, that's why I'm sweating."
A hint of a smile appeared on Zhang Qi's face, but it looked more like crying; it was truly an unpleasant sight.
"By the way, Mr. Luo, I’m really sorry. I suddenly remembered there’s something I haven't taken care of, so I might not be able to host you anymore. How about we find another time? Just tell the receptionist at the front desk to schedule another appointment."
Watching the flustered Zhang Qi leave in a hurry, if Ancient Sorcerer still didn't realize that something strange was going on here, he would be a fool!
"This person, this place, seems to be filled with the bizarre."
Today’s visit was merely a simple probe. Since the answer had already been obtained, the Ancient Sorcerer did not linger any longer and turned to leave.
……
Zhang Qi rushed into his office and forcefully slammed the door shut. Then, with a loud thud, he collapsed onto the floor, hugging his head with both hands and curling up his legs, rolling around frantically.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Zhang Qi's body crashed violently against the table legs, chairs, and sofa, making a huge noise, yet he seemed completely unfazed by the pain, continuing to roll and collide like a madman.
After an unknown amount of time, the room finally fell silent.
Slowly stretching out his limbs, Zhang Qi stared blankly at the ceiling, his pale face drenched in sweat, hair soaked through, as if he had been trampled by dozens of strong men.
"Damn it, this monster is becoming increasingly uncontrollable. I'm just one short of gathering a thousand Yuan Yin souls to refine the Thousand Soul Banner. At that point, I won't be afraid of you anymore!"
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