The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Hao looked towards Building A and said calmly, "No rush. Although that old man has some skill, the appearance of the Soul Gathering Banner means he can't handle it anymore. Let's wait and see."

Chen Siyao paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Yang Wanqing pulled her back a few steps and whispered, "Listen to your brother."

Seeing them retreat, He Zhongwei snorted smugly, turned around and walked back to Qian Hong's side, leaning close and whispering, "President Qian, a few internet celebrities trying to ride the wave of popularity tried to sneak into the live stream, but I stopped them."

Qian Hong was staring at the entrance of Building A, absentmindedly grunting "hmm," completely ignoring what was going on.

Chen Siyao stood outside the police line, feeling a surge of anger. She took out her phone, opened Douyin (TikTok), hesitated for a moment, and then started a live stream.

As soon as the live stream started, millions of people flooded in.

[I am Ying Zheng: Yao Yao! You're live! How's the situation in Building A?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: Where is the God? Did the God go inside?]

[Dongmen Chuixue: I heard someone went in? Was it a high god?]

Chen Siyao pointed the camera at the entrance of Building A and said in a low voice, "Family members, I'm downstairs in Building A right now. My brother wanted to go in, but the property management stopped him. They said they invited Zhang Dechang, a feng shui master from Longhu Mountain, to handle the situation, and they won't let us in."

[TV series: A Feng Shui master from Longhu Mountain? That must be pretty amazing, right?]

[A valuable piece of junk: Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism, and the feng shui masters there are indeed highly skilled.]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: But the High God is even more powerful! The High God can even slay the Gu Diao, what are a few ghosts compared to that?]

[I am Ying Zheng: Is the property management company insane? They're stopping a god from offering help?]

Chen Siyao turned the camera towards Chen Hao. Chen Hao stood beside her, looking calmly towards Building A.

[Dongmen Chuixue: Why isn't the High God coming in?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: The High God was stopped outside? That's outrageous!]

Chen Siyao whispered, "My brother said that the feng shui master can't solve it, and told us to wait."

[Youyou: The High God said it can't be solved? Then it definitely can't be solved.]

[Xiao Ke: That master is doomed; going in was a waste of time.]

People started explaining Zhang Dechang's background in the comments:

[Young Taoist priest from Qingfeng Temple: Zhang Dechang? I know him. He's a disciple of a collateral branch of Longhu Mountain, and he's indeed skilled in feng shui and numerology. He was the one who dealt with the mass grave at Baotian City back then. He's quite a figure in the circle.]

[Netizen 1: Can he resolve the issue in Building A?]

[The young Taoist priest at Qingfeng Temple: It's hard to say. If it were just a regular ghost story, he'd be fine. But this thing in Building A... didn't you see the residents' reports last night? That's no ordinary ghost story.]

Passerby A: Can a god solve this?

[A young Taoist priest from Qingfeng Temple: High God… to be honest, I don’t understand your capabilities. He can slay the Gu Diao, cure cancer with incantations, and restore a silk scroll from two thousand years ago. Any one of these things is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. If he says he can solve a problem, then he can.]

The comments section started flooded with "The Supreme God is awesome!" and "Anything the Supreme God does is a masterpiece." Chen Siyao felt a little better after reading the comments.

The live stream's popularity continues to rise. The haunting of Building A was already a hot topic online, and Chen Siyao's live stream only added fuel to the fire.

[New User 001: Just arrived at the live stream, what's going on? Is the God being kept out?]

[New User 002: The property management hired a master from Longhu Mountain to prevent the deity from entering.]

[New User 003: Can that master really do it? I doubt it.]

[New User 004: Don't underestimate Longhu Mountain; it's the ancestral home of Taoism, and it has real power.]

[New User 005: So what if he's capable? The Supreme God has even slain the Gu Eagle, so what has the Master slain?]

[New User 006: Everyone has their own expertise. The deity is powerful, but when it comes to exorcising ghosts, a master might be more professional.]

[New User 007: Have you ever seen a god do something unprofessional? Everything a god does is done with utmost professionalism.]

[New User 008: I know Master Zhang Xuanqing! He was the one who helped us relocate our family graves back then. He's incredibly skilled; he's a senior Taoist priest from a branch of the Longhu Mountain lineage, and he definitely has real abilities!]

[New User 009: The person upstairs has been reading too many novels, hasn't they? There's no such thing as a ghost story in real life. I think this guy is just trying to ride the wave of popularity and grab attention!]

The comments section was divided into two camps, arguing fiercely. One camp strongly supported Chen Hao, feeling that Zhang Dechang was no match for him; the other camp felt that Longhu Mountain, after all, had a thousand-year-old tradition, and that exorcising ghosts should be done by professionals.

Chen Siyao did not participate in the argument; she simply pointed the camera at the entrance of Building A and waited quietly.

Time passed by, second by second.

At 11:45, a startled shout suddenly rang out from Building A. The voice was old but strong; it was Zhang Dechang's voice. Immediately following was a series of cracking and popping sounds, like something being smashed, mixed with dull thuds and the sound of something breaking.

People downstairs looked up, staring nervously at the windows of Building A.

Qian Hong's expression changed. He took two steps forward, then stopped, wringing his hands anxiously. The men in suits beside him also began whispering amongst themselves, their voices low, but their expressions were grim. He Zhongwei stood behind, his face pale, his lips trembling slightly.

Another loud crash came from inside the building, even louder than before. This time it was clearer—it was the sound of wood snapping, like something breaking. Then came a muffled groan, as if someone had been slammed to the ground.

Studio:

[I am Ying Zheng: What's that sound? Is something wrong inside?]

[Qingfeng No. 1: That master seems to be injured!]

[Buying two pounds of cucumbers: Did you hear that? Something's broken! Could it be a peach wood sword?]

[Old Boy: The God said that the master couldn't solve it, and sure enough, he couldn't.]

[Hang in there: God, hurry up and go in! If you don't go soon, that master will be in trouble!]

Chen Siyao also tensed up, tugging at Chen Hao's sleeve: "Brother, has something happened inside?"

Chen Hao looked at the entrance of Building A, his gaze calm: "He hasn't come out yet."

A few minutes later, the glass door of Building A was pushed open. Zhang Dechang staggered out, his face as pale as paper, bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and his Taoist robe stained red.

He still held the peach wood sword in his left hand, but the blade was broken in two, with only half remaining in his grasp. The Bagua compass in his right hand was cracked open, splitting from the middle to the edge, almost shattering in two. He swayed with every step, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Everyone around was stunned. He Zhongwei's eyes widened in disbelief as he muttered, "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... Elder Zhang is a master from Longhu Mountain, how could this happen..."

"Old Zhang!" Qian Hong rushed over to support him. "How are you? What's the situation inside?"

Zhang Dechang leaned against Qian Hong, catching his breath several times before saying haltingly, "Mr. Qian... the situation inside... is much more serious than I thought."

Qian Hong became anxious: "Much more serious? What do you mean?"

Zhang Dechang leaned against Qian Hong, panting heavily. After a long while, he finally managed to open his eyes, his gaze filled with lingering fear and helplessness. His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, as he said, word by word, "It's over... completely over... something terrible has happened inside..."