Infinite Professions from a Pearl Collector

Tie Dan, Chunyan, and the others turned pale and subconsciously shuffled closer to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye’s expression was grave, his eyes locked on the stage. He could sense formless waves of Energy gathering from all directions as the opera continued, surging toward the depths of the City God Temple.

Finally, the ghost play came to an end.

The very instant the final note faded...

"DONG!"

A muffled boom, like the beat of a giant drum, suddenly resounded from the rear hall of the City God Temple.

It was followed by an incredibly terrifying surge of Yin Qi, which erupted like a bursting dam!

Chen Ye froze. He felt his very Divine Spirit tremble. The venomous resentment and violence contained within this Yin Qi were unlike anything he had ever encountered!

But the Yin Qi vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

In a mere instant, it was gone without a trace, as if forcibly erased by some greater power.

Just then, a brilliant firework exploded in the night sky. It was followed by hundreds, then thousands more, lighting up the entire City God Temple as if it were broad daylight.

The crowd, thoroughly spooked by the ghost play, was stunned for a moment before erupting into thunderous cheers. The strange atmosphere from before was instantly washed away. Everyone assumed it was a special surprise arranged by the temple.

Only Chen Ye stared up at the fireworks filling the sky, his expression heavy.

’He understood now.’

’The Mingfeng Troupe had performed for three days. The first two were to draw a crowd, all for the sake of this final act.’

’This performance wasn’t for the living at all.’

’This was... a true Ghost God Play!’

「Meanwhile, atop a small building behind the City God Temple.」

Ge Kun watched the fireworks bloom against the night sky and let out a long sigh of relief. He turned and bowed respectfully to an old, white-haired Daoist standing behind him.

"Master, we’ve succeeded."

The white-haired Daoist nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction gracing his calm expression.

"Well done. It seems the power of opera was indeed necessary. Without it, we could not have pacified this century-old Ghost King so peacefully. You have performed a great service this time."

As it turned out, a century-old Fierce Ghost was suppressed within the City God Temple. It had been personally sealed by the previous abbot and was exceedingly ferocious.

But now, with the passage of time, the seal had begun to weaken, threatening to break at any moment.

This put the people of the City God Temple in a bind. Forcibly destroying the ghost would cause a massive disturbance and could even harm innocent people.

Resealing it was no longer an option.

Thus, their only option was to invite an Opera Troupe to pacify it. However, a troupe capable of pacifying a century-old Ghost King was a rare sight, and even if they found one, the price would likely be astronomical.

Left with no other choice, Ge Kun had devised this plan.

First, hold public performances to gather a large crowd, then use the immense Yang energy from the masses as a catalyst to perform Kaiyin Mountain, borrowing the divine power within the play to pacify the spirit.

Now it seemed that while it had been a desperate gamble, it had produced a miraculous result.

Of course, Chen Ye, watching from a distance, knew nothing of this.

He simply stared at the firework-lit City God Temple, his heart unable to find peace for a long time.

It was the first time he had witnessed the power of opera to channel the divine, and the experience was deeply shocking. At the same time, it sparked a flicker of anticipation within him.

’If I continue my Cultivation along this path, could I also master such power?’

"Chen Ye, are you okay?" Chunyan asked quietly, growing uneasy as she watched his expression shift.

"I’m fine." Chen Ye let out a slow breath.

"Let’s go. It’s time to head back."