Ghost Catching System

The entire venue inexplicably erupted with excitement due to one person’s arrival. Many in the business world didn’t know much about Chu Hao. However, after hearing others speak of him, they realized he was shrouded in mystery. They made mental notes to try and connect with him later.

Zhao Ziqing spoke in a low voice, ”He’s here.”

Yue Qinghong’s eyes emitted a strange light, as if a blaze was burning fiercely within them, but he quickly regained his composure.

Finally, at the entrance of the venue, a person walked in. All eyes tensed; the legendary Chu Hao, this remarkable figure, was finally going to appear.

However, when Chu Hao appeared, the people at the venue couldn’t help but freeze, frowning in unison. Chu Hao was dressed very casually in a pair of leisure shorts and flip-flops, with a short-sleeved shirt. Was this guy too casual?

Many were speechless, not expecting Chu Hao to appear in such a loser fashion; it was quite a disappointment indeed. Zhao Ziqing and the others sneered repeatedly—the kid had finally arrived.

The gazes of over ninety percent of the people in the venue were fixed on Chu Hao. Li Yin, standing beside him, grew nervous. What’s with these people? Why are they all staring at us?

Chu Hao glanced around and immediately noticed the disciples from Longhu Mountain, a mocking smile curving his lips.

He was also looking for another person: the silver-haired young man sitting on the sofa beside Cao Shanhe. That was Yan Chen.

Chu Hao lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, his movements unhurried. With his left hand in his pocket, he had a somewhat rakish, devil-may-care air. Yet, there was a mocking amusement in his demeanor, as if no one present was worthy of his Dharma Eye. His arrogance was off the charts.

”Scumbags, your grandpa is here,” Chu Hao announced.

”Ding... Host has successfully shown off, earning 600 Pretentiousness Points.”

Li Yin was startled. He said he was coming to show off, but I didn’t expect him to start immediately upon arrival! Isn’t he afraid of being beaten to death?

As expected, the disciples from Longhu Mountain were furious, as were those from Mao Mountain, itching to take action immediately and teach Chu Hao a lesson.

Zhao Ziqing said angrily, ”Chu Hao, you really have the gall to show up.”

Chu Hao tilted his head. ”Don’t you think that’s a funny thing to say? Brother Hao is here now. Are you going to come at me one by one, or all together? I, Chu Ritian, am ready to take you all on.”

”Ding... Host has doubled down on showing off, earning 700 Pretentiousness Points.”

At the venue, everyone’s mouth twitched. Even Su Muyue was left speechless—he was too good at showing off.

Yan Chen sipped his red wine, a smile creeping onto his face as he watched Chu Hao.

However, Chu Hao’s first verbal spear was aimed at him. He said coldly, ”What are you laughing at? Don’t think Brother Hao doesn’t know who you are. Yan Chen, right? With that non-mainstream hair, do you think you’re part of some emo funeral family? Daring to mess with me, even.”

Yan Chen’s smile instantly vanished, his expression turning cold. He hadn’t expected Chu Hao to recognize him at a glance. With a sudden POP!, he crushed the wine glass in his hand.

”You’re so arrogant. Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to descend to the Underworld after death?” Yan Chen said coldly.

Chu Hao walked straight over. His outfit might have been lacking, but he exuded a strong presence, as if the very air around him was compressing.

Yan Chen sneered and stood up, his eyes coldly fixed on Chu Hao, his body also emitting a powerful aura.

The auras of their Inner Strength clashed invisibly, like water and fire colliding. The surrounding air grew thick, making it difficult for many to breathe. The two instantly became the focus of the entire venue.

Zhao Ziqing was enraged. Chu Hao had actually ignored them and was walking towards the silver-haired youth, not taking them seriously at all. Zhao Ziqing stepped forward, blocking the way. ”Chu Hao, do you think we don’t exist?”

Chu Hao raised a hand. Before Zhao Ziqing could react, a slap connected with his face. Zhao Ziqing was sent flying as if hit by a car, tumbling four or five meters away.

Chu Hao frowned and said, ”Where did that fly come from?”

”Ding... Host’s pretentiousness was successful, gaining 600 Pretentiousness Points.”

Everyone: ”...”

Shocking!

What the hell, is he even human? A casual slap sent someone flying five meters away—is that the Iron Sand Palm?

The unfortunate Zhao Ziqing was indeed like a swatted fly. He had managed to cultivate some Inner Strength, but how could he be Chu Hao’s match? He didn’t even possess eighty percent of Jiang Yuran’s power, yet he dared to block Chu Hao’s path. Wasn’t that just courting death? Zhao Ziqing was in so much pain he could barely stand it, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with several teeth.

Zhao Ziqing almost passed out. Pointing at Chu Hao with an expression of horror, he stammered, ”You!!”

Chu Hao coldly said, ”Does any Tom, Dick, or Harry dare to block my way?”

Those words struck Zhao Ziqing’s heart like a critical hit, dealing immense damage. Only now did he realize his foolishness. He couldn’t even withstand a single slap, yet he had paraded around boasting about being a Longhu Mountain disciple and spreading rumors that Chu Hao was trash. Chu Hao’s piercing gaze, full of utter contempt, made Zhao Ziqing’s heart tremble, and he turned to Yue Qinghong for help.

Yue Qinghong said coldly, ”I’ve never seen someone as arrogant as you.”

Chu Hao sneered, ”Arrogant? I don’t think so. Am I supposed to just stand here and let you insult me?”

Yue Qinghong clenched his fists, preparing to strike at any moment.

Yan Chen became amused. He was in no rush to deal with Chu Hao and was quite interested to see Longhu Mountain and Chu Hao duke it out. All along, he had been incredibly arrogant, so conceited that he treated this as a mere game.

Chu Hao turned around and said coldly, ”Hey, Non-mainstream, what are you laughing at? Is it hilarious? Believe it or not, I’ll beat the piss and shit out of you!”

Yan Chen: ”...”

Even someone as composed as Yan Chen couldn’t help but feel the urge to explode.

”Are you looking for death?”

Yan Chen waved his hand, and a ball of fire appeared in his right palm, burning fiercely at an extremely high temperature.

”Flaming Heart Palm?” He Yiming’s face changed dramatically, and he exclaimed as he looked at Yan Chen.

Everyone present was dumbfounded. Who could conjure a flame in their hand out of thin air? Was this even a human capability? He Yiming took a deep breath and stared at Yan Chen. ”Yan Chen, what exactly happened during the three years you were deep in the Kunlun Mountains?”

Yan Chen, a trump card of the Yan Family, was rumored to have vanished into the Kunlun Mountains years ago, disappearing for three whole years. When he reappeared, he was formidable, overpowering all his rivals. Although He Yiming was considered the premier youth of the He Family, compared to Yan Chen, he was not even in the same league.

Were these three really about to fight it out right here?

Chen Fenglei came over and said, ”Gentlemen, please hold off. Give me some face.”

Yue Qinghong took a deep breath, equally shocked by the Flaming Heart Palm Yan Chen had produced, and said, ”Brother Feng Lei, show us your oddity. We’ll settle this matter later.” It seemed that Yue Qinghong was quite polite to Chen Fenglei.

Chen Fenglei might not be famous across Huaxia, but his master is Zhou Taiyi; who wouldn’t give him a little respect? Yan Chen clenched his fist, and the Flaming Heart Palm disappeared. He sat back down, regaining his relaxed demeanor, and slowly sipped his red wine, completely unconcerned about the recent altercation.

Chen Fenglei looked at Chu Hao and smiled. ”Brother Chu, I’ve long admired your reputation.”