343: Chapter 343 Outrageous! Suppressing an evil god like this?

Chen You was half-buried in a pile of rocks, the cold wind whipping snow against his face.

He looked at the dense crowd of fifty thousand players before him, then at the glaring "song of the heroes" on the system panel, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"God You?" Super Meng cautiously approached, rubbing his rough, large hands on his beast-skin skirt.

"You just said... to borrow some Yang energy?"

"Not that kind of Yang energy." Chen You quickly interrupted the Orc Berserker's dangerous thoughts.

He adjusted his breathing, making his voice sound more weak and weary, filled with a tragic sense of having seen through the world.

"The Evil God's power is too strong; my origin is damaged."

Chen You tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the crowd to look at the gray sky.

"Now, I need to activate an ancient grand array to suppress the filth here."

"To start the array, I need your resonance."

"How do we resonate? Bloodletting or killing mobs? Just say the word, God You, and I won't even blink!" A Knight player in the crowd shouted, raising his shield.

"No bloodletting needed." Chen You lowered his eyes. "I need you to follow me in reciting a lost ancient secret incantation for subduing demons."

"Secret incantation?" Super Meng was stunned, his face immediately turning solemn.

"Understood! It's that kind of Word Spirit spell that requires high mental concentration, right? Teach us, God You!"

The fifty thousand players instantly fell silent, holding their breath in concentration.

Many even used special items to record, preparing to document this historically significant moment.

An ancient secret incantation personally taught by God You—perhaps they could even comprehend some mythological-grade skills!

Chen You closed his eyes and cursed the system's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

"This secret incantation is called the 'Great Hero Prison-Suppressing Demon-Subduing True Art'." Chen You's voice echoed deeply.

"When reciting it, you must sink your Qi into your Dantian, your voice must be like a great bell, and your heart must be filled with the intent of charging forward without looking back."

"'Great Hero Prison-Suppressing Demon-Subduing True Art'..." Super Meng muttered to himself. "Just the name sounds domineering!"

"Listen well to the first line." Chen You gritted his teeth, going all in.

He snapped his eyes open, his gaze like lightning, and roared in a tone bordering on grief and indignation:

"The great river flows to the east!"

The cold wind howled.

The bottom of the moat was dead silent.

Fifty thousand players stared at each other.

Super Meng scratched his bald head and asked cautiously, "God You... these words, why do they sound a bit off?"

"This is 'Great Truths are Simple'!" Chen You's face remained unchanged as he coldly swept a glance at Super Meng.

"The 'great river' represents the long river of time; 'flowing east' is the irreversible law of heaven and earth."

"This line is borrowing power from the Heavenly Dao, do you understand?!"

Swept by Chen You's sharp gaze, Super Meng shuddered and immediately stood up straight. "Understood! God You's insight is profound!"

"Next line." Chen You continued to bluff. "The stars in the sky join the Big Dipper!"

"I understand this one!" A Mage player in the crowd excitedly raised his staff. "This is the profound meaning of Star Magic! Drawing the astral power of the Big Dipper!"

"Good comprehension." Chen You nodded slightly, giving his affirmation.

The players suddenly became as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

It turned out these seemingly common lyrics actually contained such profound truths of cultivation and magic!

"Follow me, sing together... no, recite together!" Chen You raised his hand and waved it forcefully.

"The great river flows to the east! The stars in the sky join the Big Dipper!"

The chorus of fifty thousand people exploded across the wasteland outside Cangxing City.

The sound waves rolled, shaking the surrounding snow so that it fell in rustling clumps.

Chen You stared intently at the system panel.

[Current Yang Energy Extraction Progress: 0.5%]

[Emotional Matching Degree: 12%]

The progress bar was practically dead, not moving at all.

Chen You couldn't help but furrow his brows.

He listened intently and instantly discovered the problem.

Among these fifty thousand people, some were howling at the top of their lungs, some were acting cute with pinched voices, and some were deliberately dragging out their tones to be funny.

Even worse, more than half were completely out of tune, turning a grand "song of the heroes" into a "night parade of a hundred ghosts."

"Stop!" Chen You shouted.

The sound waves came to an abrupt halt.

The players looked at each other, not knowing what they had done wrong.

"The resonance of the grand array requires absolute purity!" Chen You said with a cold face. "Just now, some people were insincere, causing the mana fluctuations to be extremely chaotic."

He raised his hand and pointed accurately at a female Priest in the crowd wearing pink robes.

"You, come out."

The female Priest was stunned, pointing at her own nose. "God You, are you calling me?"

"Yes, you." Chen You's tone was flat.

"When reciting 'join the Big Dipper' just now, why did you use vocal runs? Why did you add a vibrato? Do you think this is a singing competition? We are suppressing an Evil God!"

The female Priest blushed and stammered an explanation, "I... our race is like this. I habitually used dolphin vocal techniques, wanting to give the secret incantation a bit more penetration..."

"The Evil God doesn't need penetration, and the grand array doesn't need dolphin vocal techniques." Chen You pointed to the outskirts. "You, step out. The grand array doesn't need you."

The female Priest wanted to say more, but several fanatical Warrior players next to her were already fed up.

"Didn't you hear God You tell you to get out!"

"Exactly! Because of you alone, we almost wasted all our previous efforts!"

"Leave quickly, don't delay God You from suppressing the Evil God!"

Several big men directly grabbed the female Priest's arms and dragged her out, tossing her aside.

The female Priest was so aggrieved she started crying, but she didn't resist.

Chen You watched this scene expressionlessly, his heart untroubled, even feeling a bit like laughing.

"Continue." Chen You waved his hand again.

"When it's time to go, we go! You have it, I have it, we all have it!"

Fifty thousand people roared in unison again.

[Emotional Matching Degree: 25%]

Still not enough.

Chen You's gaze sharpened, and he called for a stop again.

He pointed at an Assassin player on the left, completely covered in black robes. "You, come out."

The Assassin player was startled. "God You, I didn't use vocal runs! I recited exactly according to the original tune!"

"You didn't use vocal runs, but you have no emotion." Chen You pointed out coldly.

"When you recited 'we all have it,' your eyes were shifty and your breath was weak."

"Were you thinking about those few pieces of trash equipment in your backpack? With such a mindset of worrying about gains and losses, how can you trigger the noble spirit of heaven and earth?"

Having his thoughts exposed in public, the Assassin player's face turned beet red.

"God You is right! You selfish fellow, you don't deserve to participate in an epic quest!"

Super Meng was furious and kicked the Assassin in the butt, sending him flying out of the crowd.

Chen You's gaze continued to scan.

"That Archer, what on earth were you reciting? This is a masculine incantation, and you're reciting it so timidly? Get out!"

"That Goblin Engineer, what are you chewing? Eating garlic while reciting an incantation? Are you performing a biochemical attack on the Evil God? Get out!"

"And you, the one with the greatsword! Why did you laugh just now? Suppressing an Evil God is a very serious matter. Is this your attitude? Take him away!"

Chen You transformed into the strictest talent show mentor, his finger pointing repeatedly.

Every time he pointed someone out, the surrounding players would swarm them, quickly clearing the "moles" from the field.

Those named were overwhelmed with shame, while those not named were trembling with fear.

They were afraid that because of a single wrong pitch or an inadequate expression, they would be stripped of the qualification to participate in 'saving the world'."