Ghost Catching System

Chu Hao was filled with doubts and asked, ”System, what’s going on here? I can’t make heads or tails of the current pretentiousness routine.”

The System replied, ”This is the essence of the Pretentious Little Prince; Host still has a long way to go.”

How difficult could the essence of pretentiousness be? Chu Hao frowned.

It’s a pity for this kid, having become the subject of my pretentiousness study.

Damn!

Zhang Xianfeng was about to break down. ”You’re slapping my face again! Can’t you hit somewhere else?”

”You! You!” Zhang Xianfeng was completely terrified, his legs trembling.

Chu Hao looked down, his gaze cold, and said, ”Can’t you young people speak properly? I have nothing to do with Ji Qingqing, and I don’t want to have anything to do with her.”

Zhang Xianfeng said in pain, ”Then why did you hit me again?”

Chu Hao showed a troubled expression and said, ”Sorry, I couldn’t hold back just now.”

Zhang Xianfeng: ”...”

Zhang Xianfeng directly knelt on the ground, crying out in agony, ”Brother, I was wrong! Please let me off!”

Chu Hao waved his hand and said, ”Okay, you can go.”

Zhang Xianfeng couldn’t believe it and asked, ”So, I can leave now?”

Looking at him, Chu Hao found it somewhat amusing. Could this be psychological pressure pretentiousness?

The System had once revealed that the essence of the Pretentious Little Prince lies in psychological pretentiousness.

It must be right. I didn’t receive Pretentiousness Points earlier because there was no psychological pressure on the other party. But just now, helping him up and then slapping him—the poor guy couldn’t figure out my routine. Naturally, he felt enormous psychological pressure.

Could this be the essence of the Pretentious Little Prince?

Chu Hao was excited. I’ve finally grasped a clue; I really have to thank this young man.

Pleased, Chu Hao waved his hand, saying, ”You can go.”

Zhang Xianfeng’s mouth twitched; this man was too abnormal. He hadn’t even taken a step when he heard Chu Hao say, ”Wait!”

Zhang Xianfeng was so frightened he dropped to his knees with a PLOP, crying, ”Brother, I was wrong! I truly realize my mistake now!”

Chu Hao maintained a stern face and said, ”Get up. I’m not your dad. What’s the point of kneeling before me? If someone sees us, they might get the wrong idea.”

I feel like vomiting blood! It’s as if he’s saying it would be embarrassing to have me as a son. Zhang Xianfeng thought. No, why am I thinking this way?

”DING... The Host has successfully shown off, gaining 2,000 Pretentious Points.”

Chu Hao smiled. Indeed, it was psychological pressure pretentiousness. This was the true essence of the Pretentious Little Prince.

Indeed, the world is vast, and pretentiousness is profound. Brother Hao still has a long journey ahead. To become the true King of Show-offs, it’s not just about words but action.

Chu Hao patted his shoulder and said, ”No worries. Do you have a car? Give me a ride back.”

”Yes.” Zhang Xianfeng dared not say no, now extremely wary of Chu Hao.

On the road, Zhang Xianfeng was as aggrieved as a little wife. He tentatively asked, ”Brother, is there really nothing between you and Ji Qingqing?”

Chu Hao frowned, giving him an icy stare.

Zhang Xianfeng said fearfully, ”I-I was just asking casually. Brother, you’re so powerful; the way you dealt with those bodyguards was like child’s play. Ji Qingqing would be well matched with you.”

This kid was now completely wary of Chu Hao.

Chu Hao said indifferently, ”I have nothing to do with her. However, that little girl seems to like me, although I don’t like her.”

Hearing this, Zhang Xianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking bitterly, Brother, you’re so skilled. Can-can you teach me? Don’t worry, I’ll pay for lessons.

Chu Hao listened and sized up Zhang Xianfeng. This kid is quite interesting, actually wanting to learn martial skills from me.

”Depends on my mood,” Chu Hao said.

Zhang Xianfeng’s heart leaped with joy, and he said to the bodyguards, ”Did you hear that? From now on, seeing my brother is the same as seeing me!”

The bodyguards dared not disagree; they too were thoroughly impressed by Chu Hao’s fighting prowess, something not just anyone could possess.

Once home, with Zhang Xianfeng seeing him off with a look of utmost respect, Chu Hao went back to sleep.

...

The next morning, he was woken by his cell phone. It was Ji Qingqing’s number.

Ji Qingqing spoke anxiously, ”Chu Hao, are you all right? I heard Zhang Xianfeng went to cause trouble for you. He’s my brother; he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

”I’m fine,” Chu Hao replied.

Ji Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and said, ”That’s good. Have-have you eaten? I’d like to invite you for a meal.”

”I still have things to do,” Chu Hao replied.

Ji Qingqing said disappointedly, ”All right, then.”

After hanging up, Chu Hao called Ma Bozhen to ask about the progress of collecting the medicinal ingredients. It was already the third day.

Ma Bozhen said most of the ingredients were almost ready. However, two kinds would need some more time. One of them was even in Tibet and was hard to procure, despite attempts to communicate for purchase.

There’s no help for it; some things can’t be obtained even with money.

At this moment, someone ran up. Wang Meng said, ”Ah-Hao, someone is looking for you.”

Chu Hao went downstairs and saw a young man in a Zhongshan suit. He appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six. While not particularly handsome, one could say he had the perfect face for a commercial star. Who else could it be but Su Huansheng?

Su Huansheng smiled and said, ”Young friend Chu, we can set off now.”

Chu Hao frowned and asked, ”We’re leaving now?”

Su Huansheng nodded and said, ”The Southern Ghost King has obtained the Ghost Sutras and will do everything possible to enhance his powers. If we go late, it will be too late.”

”Okay,” Chu Hao responded.

Chu Hao went upstairs to get the Greenwood Flame Fan. He wrapped it in white cloth, not wanting people to see the Inscription on the fan.

Su Huansheng had come by car; of course, he wasn’t driving. There was another driver.

Chu Hao didn’t wait for the Six-tailed Demon Fox to contact him and set off with Su Huansheng instead. It’s always better to travel with people than with demons.

...

The Southern Ghost King emerged at the border of Yunnan and Guizhou in the Southern Region of Huaxia. He was also known by another name: the Black Water Ghost King.

Ever since the Black Water Ghost King obtained the Ghost Sutras, he had hidden himself away. This time, they were heading to the Ghost King’s lair.

To go to Yunnan, they needed to take a plane. Su Huansheng smiled and said, ”There will be others joining us for the trip.”

These other people are likely to be experts. Arriving at the airport, Chu Hao saw several people who had clearly been waiting for quite some time.

”Senior Su, you’ve arrived,” a Taoist priest, who appeared to be around thirty years of age, said.

Su Huansheng introduced him, ”Young friend Chu, this is Taoist Yang Cheng from Mao Mountain.”

Chu Hao was quite familiar with Mao Mountain. Taoist Yang Cheng looks young. But I know that cultivators on famous mountains can temporarily preserve their youthful appearance, so his real age is probably more than thirty.

Taoist Yang Cheng looked at Chu Hao with curiosity.

Chu Hao’s reputation in the Yin and Yang Realm was modestly known; after all, he had once scared away the Three Great Ghost Demon Kings.

Moreover, with the Emperor’s Yellow Seal and the True Word Brush in his possession, it was impossible for people not to pay attention to him.

Taoist Yang Cheng smiled and said, ”So, this is Young friend Chu Hao. Truly young and promising.”

”You flatter me,” Chu Hao replied.