Chapter 38: Pointer (5)
38 – Pointer (5)
The staff’s call came quickly, and Lin Xun inwardly praised Galaxy’s efficiency.
Galaxy’s efficiency was indeed high, but his situation was truly difficult to explain.
On the other end was a friendly and gentle female customer service representative.
“Hello, may I ask if this is Mr. Lin Xun?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Lin, the system shows that your vehicle has lost contact, and we’ve also collected error information. May I ask if there was an accident?”
Lin Xun replied without changing his expression: “It’s like this, my friend and I got into a fight in the car and accidentally smashed it.”
The voice on the other end clearly hesitated: “Sir, are you sure? Do you need our assistance?”
“No need, we’ve already made up,” Lin Xun said.
“Alright, we will send you an information record form next…”
Lin Xun: “Okay, I’ll fill it out.”
“Then we won’t disturb you any further,” the other end said. “Please don’t forget to contact after-sales service promptly to reinstall the motherboard.”
“Alright, I will.”
Lin Xun hung up the phone, quickly got out of the car, locked the door behind him, and rushed to the entrance of the stadium at top speed.
The iron door was open—good, it seemed Brother Chang Ji had already arrived.
Lin Xun entered, pushed open the glass door, and was immediately blinded by a dazzling golden light.
After his vision returned to normal, his heart was struck by the surreal scene before him.
In the center of the stage, Chang Ji sat cross-legged, with a massive golden lotus blooming beside him. He was positioned within the lotus, resembling a posture often seen in religious paintings.
A vast golden light radiated outward in layers from the lotus, enveloping…
Enveloping three-quarters of the area.
At the edges, where the light couldn’t reach, people controlled by the demon seeds were surging outward.
Qi Yun said: “Monk, are you even capable?”
Chang Ji frowned: “What are you doing again?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to help you,” Qi Yun lazily leaned on his sword, “but if I help just because you ask, wouldn’t I lose face?”
Lin Xun landed on the stage: “Haven’t you already lost all your face?”
Qi Yun reflexively hugged his sword, then looked up at him, a resentful expression appearing on his face: “You still know how to come back?”
Lin Xun tapped the keyboard a few times: “Brother, I’m here to help you.”
Chang Ji: “Thank you.”
At that moment, Qi Yun shouted: “Stop.”
Lin Xun: “”
“You didn’t come during the fiercest part of the fight, but now you show up. You really know how to pick your timing,” Qi Yun sneered sarcastically.
Lin Xun raised an eyebrow. He thought he already understood Qi Yun’s logic.
He said: “I thought you’d be at least somewhat useful, but it turns out Brother is still dealing with the demons alone.”
Qi Yun’s face twisted.
“You don’t believe your father, you dog?” He raised his sword.
Lin Xun saw Chang Ji frown.
He looked back at Qi Yun.
Today, this person was wearing stage makeup—glittery eyeshadow and strange clothes. It wasn’t exactly unattractive, but he looked like a street ruffian.
Qi Yun sneered: “Today, your father will teach you one thing.”
Lin Xun: “Go ahead.”
Qi Yun raised the tip of his sword, lifting it slightly with each word he spoke.
He said, word by word: “First came the sword cultivators… then came the heavens!”
The moment the word “heavens” fell, he abruptly twisted his wrist and thrust the sword tip into the stage floor!
A surge of Qi erupted from where the sword tip met the floor!
Sword Qi whistled as it rose from all around the arena, forcing all the demon seeds into the illuminated range of the golden Buddha lotus.
The Buddha-eye stone on Chang Ji’s Zen staff suddenly blazed with intense light. He murmured scriptures that Lin Xun couldn’t understand, and the light rippled throughout the arena, growing increasingly vast yet gentle.
Lin Xun felt a deep sense of reverence—this time it wasn’t physical transcendence, but genuine chemical transcendence.
But… he watched as the demon seeds gradually closed their eyes, then collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.
Chang Ji opened his eyes, and the golden light retracted, returning to his body.
“Tsk,” Qi Yun said, “The bald donkey really has some skill.”
—Chang Ji frowned again.
But Qi Yun’s mouth seemed unable to stop: “Does my precious son know how awesome his dad is now?”
Lin Xun stared at him, silent, then slowly lowered his gaze: “Can your sword still be pulled out?”
Qi Yun: “Fuck.”
He gripped the hilt with both hands and strained to pull it upward.
—It really wouldn’t budge. A quarter of the sword was embedded in the solid stage floor.
The sword-pulling activity lasted ten minutes, until the three of them walked out of the stadium.
Lin Xun carried his keyboard, Chang Ji held his Zen staff, and Qi Yun had empty hands.
Qi Yun: “Lin Suan, I remember you. This is the third sword I’ve ruined this month.”
Lin Xun: “Where do you get so many swords?”
Qi Yun: “Dad naturally has his own channels.”
Chang Ji: “Foul language.”
Lin Xun laughed out loud.
Qi Yun: “…”
Lin Xun called Butterfly Madam: “Madam, I got attacked.”
“Yes, the show is called I’m a Big Star… The entire stadium turned into demon seeds. I’ll bring the infection source back.”
“No, I’m not injured. But I don’t know how to handle this place. There are many people in the arena, all unconscious now, and I also smashed the school’s broadcasting room.”
“Alright, thank you, Madam. Madam, you’re so kind.”
“Goodbye, Madam. I’ll return soon.”
Hanging up the phone, he saw Qi Yun and Chang Ji both looking at him.
“It’s settled,” he said. “Madam said her team will handle the situation here and told us to return to the sect without worry.”
Qi Yun: “What about my show?”
Lin Xun: “No idea.”
Qi Yun: “I was about to blow up, and you caused a mess that interrupted the show?”
Lin Xun: “When demons come, even I can’t stop them.”
Qi Yun: “You have to explain this clearly to Dad today.”
Lin Xun: “Get lost. If you love being a dad, go raise a dog yourself.”
Qi Yun: “You dog son—”
He suddenly fell silent.
Lin Xun turned and saw Chang Ji’s hand resting on Qi Yun’s shoulder, full of threat.
Qi Yun’s eyes rolled angrily a few times before he picked up his phone instead: “You have to buy me a trending spot.”
Lin Xun suddenly saw his eyes widen.
“Holy shit,” Qi Yun said. “I’m already trending.”
Lin Xun looked.
On the trending list, around the tenth position, a topic hung prominently.
#QiYunHolyShit#
The discussions under the topic were extremely lively, with a surprising number of fans spontaneously controlling the comments.
“Shocking, why did the young idol suddenly lose control in front of everyone?”
“The demonic rhythm of ‘Sealing the Blade, Hanging the Sword.’ I think he could start his own genre called ‘Xianxia Punk.’”
“The shouting was cringey as hell, but the freestyle afterward was pretty good. Suddenly getting it.”
“Qi Yun, please follow your heart and give us a rap titled ‘Holy Shit,’ okay?”
“Did you notice? When Qi Yun said ‘holy shit,’ it seemed like he saw something in the audience!”
“There’s a really handsome guy in the front row of the audience! He seems to be smiling! Too bad the video quality is blurry! But he’s still so good-looking!”
Qi Yun appeared to selectively ignore the latter two comments: “I’m going viral!”
Lin Xun: “Yes, you’re going viral.”
—Qi Yun, a swordsman who debuted in the entertainment industry with a “holy shit,” left Lin Xun momentarily uncertain whether this was a misfortune for the entertainment world or a tragedy for the swordsman faction.
Following this trending topic were: #I Am a Big Star Live Stream Interrupted# #I Am a Big Star Cringe Audition#
—It turned out that the live stream interruption had sparked widespread searches and attention, and Qi Yun, with his shocking outburst, caught even more people’s notice, successfully landing on… the trending list, even surpassing the original topics—with his position steadily climbing.
As for the live stream incident and the bizarre events on-site, it would be up to Butterfly Madam’s seasoned PR team to spin the story. Lin Xun only needed to handle the surveillance footage properly.
Following Madam’s instructions, they drove home, with the primary task of bringing back Xiao Xiao, who was suspected of being possessed by a high-level demon.
Qi Yun got into the car, clutching his phone and scrolling incessantly, a joyful smile spreading across his face.
He maintained this blissful state as he followed Lin Xun out of the car, arrived at Chaoyang Community, and climbed up to the fourth floor.
It wasn’t until the door on the fourth floor swung open that he seemed to snap out of his daze: “Where is this?”
“Congratulations, you’ve been arrested.” Lin Xun said: “Mr. Qi Yun, this is the headquarters of the Immortal Sect.”
Qi Yun jolted upright as if from a deathbed, spun around, and attempted to flee using his movement technique, only to be grabbed by the back of his neck by Chang Ji and unceremoniously shoved inside.
Qi Yun: “You set me up?”