70: I'm Han Li! A fake news anchor!

The moment the sixteen people stepped into the main hall of Qingxia Temple, all their playful expressions froze.

In the center of the main hall, there was no Sanqing, no Jade Emperor.

Instead, there was a statue of a ferocious, three-headed, six-armed monster, completely black, its surface covered with bizarre patterns, each of its six arms holding a different Magical Artifact, and each face carved with extreme pain and malevolence.

An indescribable chill emanated from the statue.

On a futon, an old man in a gray Daoist robe sat cross-legged, with a youthful face and white hair, truly looking like an immortal.

Behind him, seven Disciples in green Daoist robes stood neatly.

“Heh heh, my young friends, you’ve finally arrived.”

The old Daoist opened his eyes, a warm smile on his face, and greeted them proactively.

“This humble Daoist, Daoist name, has been cultivating on this mountain for a hundred years.”

The students exchanged glances, understanding each other implicitly.

Han Li took a step forward, his face instantly filled with an enthusiastic yet slightly naive smile, and cupped his hands towards Daoist name.

“Greetings, Great Master! Oh, it’s good to finally see a living person!”

“We’re a hiking club from a nearby university. We originally planned a wilderness training exercise, but we got lost in the mountains, and our phones had no signal. We were so worried!”

“Thanks to your Qingxia Temple, otherwise we would have been wolf food tonight! Thank you so much!”

Han Li spoke with great emotion, perfectly portraying a naive college student inexperienced in the ways of the world.

Daoist name listened, his smile deepening. He stroked his beard, about to exchange pleasantries.

“Oh, Great Master, please don’t be modest yet!”

Han Li interrupted him directly, giving him no chance to speak, then fumbled in his pocket for his phone and tripod.

“Great Master, let me tell you, I’m actually a small Streamer with millions of followers online!”

He quickly set up his phone and started the live stream, speaking with a sincere expression.

“You’ve taken us in, this is a great kindness! I’m not very capable, so I thought I absolutely must help you promote your Qingxia Temple! Such a wonderful Qingxia Temple shouldn’t be buried in the deep mountains!”

This series of actions was smooth and swift, so fast that Daoist name and his seven Disciples behind him were stunned.

This wasn't how the script was supposed to go, was it?

They looked at each other, unsure how to react for a moment.

Han Li had completely gotten into character, and shouted into the phone camera with an extremely exaggerated tone.

“family members (audience)! family members (audience)! Look at what a Treasure Trove I’ve found!”

“Qingxia Temple! A true ancient Qingxia Temple in the deep mountains, the Great Master has an immortal demeanor, clearly a Master who has attained the Dao!”

As he spoke, he walked around the main hall, holding his phone.

The camera first swept over the chipped tables and chairs, and the broken windows.

“Everyone, look at these antique furnishings, full of the weight of history! This is a true place of cultivation, unlike those gaudy, vulgar places outside that are all commercialized!”

The bullet comments in the live stream exploded instantly.

【??? Streamer, are you crazy? Isn't this a dump?】

【Holy crap, the fraud fighter has switched to mystery exploration? This style is all wrong!】

【This Qingxia Temple is too dilapidated, Streamer, are you sure you didn’t enter some kind of black den?】

Han Li pretended not to see the bullet comments, and suddenly aimed the camera at the ferocious monster statue, giving it a big close-up.

“family members (audience), look at this again! This Dharma image, holy cow, it’s too imposing!”

“Let me tell you, I’ve traveled far and wide for so many years, and I’ve never seen anything so unique! This is definitely a hidden Great Master!”

He turned his head and looked at Daoist name with an eager expression.

“Great Master, if I may be so bold, which deity is this that you worship? It looks so intimidating! My unsophisticated followers are all very curious!”

A young Daoist behind Daoist name’s face darkened, and he took a step forward, seemingly wanting to lash out.

“How dare you…”

“Oh, young Daoist, don’t be angry!”

Han Li immediately put on a startled expression and quickly waved his hands.

“I’m just curious, I absolutely mean no disrespect! We young people are especially interested in this kind of mysterious culture!”

His words blocked the other party, and Daoist name raised his hand to stop the impulsive Disciple, still wearing that inscrutable smile.

“It’s fine, this is a Protector deity secretly passed down in this Qingxia Temple, unknown to outsiders.”

Although Daoist name and his group were displeased, seeing Han Li’s harmless appearance, they couldn’t openly turn hostile on the spot.

Their prey was already in the net.

No rush.

Once the door was closed, wouldn’t they be the ones to decide how to deal with them?

But at this moment, the playful and exaggerated expression on Han Li’s face suddenly vanished completely.

He put away his phone tripod, but the live stream was not off.

He just looked at Daoist name quietly. The enthusiastic and naive college student from before instantly became an extremely calm judge.

“Let me introduce myself.”

Han Li’s tone was flat, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire hall.

“My name is Han Li, and my profession is… an anti-feudal superstition Streamer.”

“Pfft.”

Liu Lian, behind him, couldn’t hold back and almost laughed out loud, quickly covering his mouth with his hand.

The smile on Daoist name’s face froze for the first time.

The expressions of his seven Disciples behind him also instantly became subtle.

The atmosphere in the hall took a sharp turn for the worse at this moment.

Han Li completely ignored the change in their expressions and continued to ask in that emotionless tone.

“Daoist name Great Master, right?”

“I’d like to ask, what is the registration number of your Daoist certificate officially registered with the National Daoist Association?”

“If it’s inconvenient to say, you can take it out and let the millions of viewers in our live stream feast their eyes on it.”

These words were like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake.

The faces of all the Daoists at Qingxia Temple changed in unison.

It was a mixture of shock and gloom, as if their disguise had been instantly torn apart.

The Senior Brother standing behind Daoist name, who was also the culprit who had laid down the Evil Qi on the high-speed train, shot out undisguised killing intent from his eyes.

The pressure of a Qi Condensation Cultivator erupted with a roar.

He stared intently at Han Li, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth.

“What do you mean?”