116: Chapter 116 The Ancestor's "Miracle" Becomes a Live Broadcast of a Large-Scale Illegal Construction Site

Xiao Aotian lay on the ground, coughing as if he were about to cough up his lungs. His originally elegant, ethereal white robe had not only turned into a rag, but it had also ripped open in several places, revealing the red underpants printed with "SpongeBob SquarePants" underneath.

These were his lucky red underpants that he had bought for ten yuan for three pairs at a street stall before his Transmigration. He hadn't expected them to still be stubbornly guarding his bottom line in this cultivation world.

"Chen Xiaobei, is the camera setup ready?"

Gu Changan stood upwind, rinsed his mouth with a bottle of mineral water, and then waved at Chen Xiaobei, who was not far away.

"Team Leader, everything is OK! It's being livestreamed simultaneously across all platforms. I've already come up with the title: 'Live from the Qinling Illegal Construction Demolition: Is There Still Anyone Daring Enough to Build an Unfinished Building on a Dragon Vein These Days?'"

Chen Xiaobei was carrying a professional-grade 4K camera, the red light on the lens flickering with a hair-raising glow.

"Very good." Gu Changan adjusted his collar and flashed a standard civil servant smile at the camera.

"Hello everyone online, I am Gu Changan from the National Bureau of Abnormal Affairs. Today, we are deep in the Qinling Mountains carrying out a special illegal construction demolition mission."

Gu Changan pointed at the smoking ruins behind him, his tone as relaxed as if he were introducing a tourist attraction.

"The ruins you see now are the so-called 'Aotian Sect'. The person involved, a certain Xiao, without obtaining any approval procedures, illegally occupied national first-class protected forest land and privately built multiple illegal structures, including the main hall, the plaza, and the Scripture Pavilion."

The popularity of the livestream exploded instantly.

The comments flooded the screen:

[Holy crap! This background is too realistic, right? That really collapsed!]

[Who is this guy? So hardcore? Daring to demolish the Aotian Sect?]

[Is the person above living under a rock? This is that Director Gu who specializes in dealing with Transmigration individuals! I've long found this Aotian Sect an eyesore. Every day they post things online like 'Those who enter my Sect shall attain eternal life,' making it look like a pyramid scheme.]

[Hahahahaha! Look at the one lying on the ground, is that the so-called 'Tyrant of Qinling,' Xiao Aotian? Why does he look like he just crawled out of a coal mine?]

Gu Changan didn't look at the comments, but walked over to Xiao Aotian and shoved the camera into his face.

"Mr. Xiao, say hello to the vast number of netizens. This can be considered your last chance to earn prestige points for the Sect."

Xiao Aotian was currently in the most confused state of his life. The System was gone, his home was gone, and now he was about to lose his face too.

He looked at that pitch-black lens and suddenly remembered the grand ambition he had once declared—to make the name of the Aotian Sect resound throughout the universe.

At this moment, the name did indeed resound, but only in this way.

"Gu Changan! You have gone too far!"

Xiao Aotian suddenly sprang up from the ground. Even with his face covered in mud and ash, he had to maintain his final dignity as the Sect Leader.

"Mortal! Do you think you can humiliate this Seat by relying on these petty tricks?"

Xiao Aotian glared at the camera with wide eyes and struck a pose standing on one leg—his opening move that he had practiced for many years.

"Although this Seat is a tiger fallen on flat ground today, how could you possibly imagine the methods of an Immortal? I will let you witness what a true Divine Ability is!"

He needed to turn the tables. Although the "Law Enforcement Domain" suppressed his spiritual power, he still had the last bit of his life-origin true essence hidden in his Dantian.

That was his trump card prepared for breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage, but now it could only be used to show off.

As long as he could shock these Mortals in the livestream and harvest a wave of shock points, perhaps the System could reboot!

"Watch closely! This move of mine is called 'Spitting a Golden Lotus'!"

Xiao Aotian took a deep breath, focusing his Qi into his Dantian, his cheeks puffing out like a toad. He frantically visualized the image of a golden lotus blooming in his mind. Come out!

"Pfft—!" A loud farting sound. There was no brilliant golden light, no blooming lotus flowers.

Xiao Aotian opened his mouth, and a red object spat out, landing lightly on the ground.

The whole scene was dead silent. The camera zoomed in.

That was not a golden lotus. It was a crumpled little plastic red flower, with the words "Outstanding Young Pioneer" written on it.

This was a leftover item from when he was in elementary school, which he had kept in his System inventory and couldn't bear to throw away. How could it have been spat out by this breath?

The livestream chat completely exploded.

[Hahahahaha! I can't take it! I laughed so hard my appendicitis flared up!]

[This is an Immortal's method? Spitting out plastic flowers? This is worse than the old man who does magic tricks downstairs!]

[Outstanding Young Pioneer... What the hell, Young Pioneer! Did this Old Ancestor use to be a class monitor?]

[Is this cultivation? This is just performing acrobatics, right?]

Xiao Aotian's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. Even when he was being run over by the excavator just now, he hadn't felt this desperate. Social death was more terrifying than physical annihilation.

[Ding! Detected that the host's prestige points have dropped to a negative value... The System is forcibly unbinding... Unbinding progress 99%...]

That final voice in his mind became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Gu Changan looked at the plastic little red flower on the ground, remaining expressionless. He took a small notebook out of his pocket, tore off a ticket, and stuck it on Xiao Aotian's forehead.

"Performing magic tricks illegally in a public place without obtaining the relevant performance license is suspected of disturbing public order."

"Additionally, littering. Fine: fifty."

Xiao Aotian swayed, rolled his eyes back, and fell straight backward. His Dao Heart collapsed. It completely collapsed.

He squatted in the corner, holding his knees with both hands, his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on the ground, muttering, "I am trash... I am trash..."

Gu Changan couldn't be bothered to look at this "protagonist" who had already been ruined, and turned to Chen Xiaobei, saying, "Clear the scene, prepare to withdraw."

"Yes!" Chen Xiaobei was just about to pack up the equipment. Just then, a faint crying sound came from deep within the ruins.

The sound was very thin, as if it were being emitted while covering the mouth; if one didn't listen carefully, it would easily be drowned out by the wind.

"Wuwu... Mommy..."

Gu Changan's movement of adjusting his cuffs stopped abruptly. For the first time, a hair-raising cold glint flashed in his eyes, which had always been calm.

This sound was wrong. It wasn't the crying of an adult. It was a child.

"Vulture Squad, stop!" Gu Changan sternly shouted, stopping the Special Police who were retreating.

He strode toward the collapsed side hall ruins, the sound of his leather shoes crushing the rubble being rapid and heavy.

"Lift this board!"

Two Special Police immediately stepped forward and lifted the heavy beam with great effort. Under the beam was an entrance to a cellar originally used for storing miscellaneous items. At this moment, the wooden board of the entrance was lifted. A musty smell mixed with the stench of urine rushed out.

In that dim cellar, small figures were huddled together. Gu Changan turned on his flashlight. The beam swept across. There were dozens of children.

The oldest was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest looked only five or six.

They were all wearing oversized, ill-fitting Daoist robes, their dusty faces full of terror. Some children were still tightly clutching half a hardened black steamed bun in their hands.

Seeing the light, the children instinctively shrank back, like a flock of frightened little quails, and not one of them dared to cry out loud, only shedding tears silently.

The comments in the livestream stalled for a moment. Immediately after, there was an overwhelming anger like a tsunami.

[Those are... children?!]

[Holy crap! What has this beast done?!]

[This is cultivation? This is a human trafficking den!]

Gu Changan slowly straightened his back. He turned around and looked at Xiao Aotian, who was squatting in the corner drawing circles.