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

[Preserved Meat Rice: Mr. Qian has really gone all out.]

[Qin Jiaxiaoyu: It's not a huge loss, it's a last resort. If Building A is sealed off, his loss won't be just 100 million, it will be tens or hundreds of billions.]

[Young Taoist priest from Qingfeng Temple: One hundred million... I've never heard of such a price since I started learning my craft.]

[I am Ying Zheng: Because you lack the ability to become a god.]

Chen Hao looked at Qian Hong and then nodded slightly.

Qian Hong nearly lost his footing. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from trembling: "Okay, it's a deal. Mr. Chen, thank you for your help."

Zhang Dechang watched this scene from the sidelines, his expression complex. His voice was hoarse and filled with resentment, disdain, and mockery: "Mr. Qian, I'll say something I shouldn't. That place is a den of demons, even our Longhu Mountain's headmaster can't handle it. You're offering a hundred million to hire a young man in his twenties to go in... This isn't about money, it's about life."

Qian Hong turned to look at him, his tone cold: "Elder Zhang, when you went in just now, you said there would be no problem. And what happened? You came out with a broken sword, a shattered plate, and coughing up blood. Now you're telling me that even the Celestial Master can't solve this, and you want me to seal the building for ten years. Ten years, Elder Zhang, do you know what ten years means to Baotian City?"

Zhang Dechang looked embarrassed, his pale face flushed slightly, and he was speechless.

Qian Hong's voice grew even colder: "Old Zhang, I don't mean to disrespect you. But just because you can't solve something doesn't mean others can't. This person—"

Zhang Dechang's face flushed crimson, but he couldn't utter a single word. He certainly remembered how he looked when he came out—broken sword, shattered plate, spitting blood, barely able to stand. What could he say? He couldn't say anything at all.

He lowered his head and stopped talking.

Qian Hong ignored him and turned to Chen Hao, his tone becoming much more respectful: "Master Chen, what preparations do you need? Is there anything you wish to bring up?"

Chen Hao shook his head: "No need."

"When will you go in?"

Chen Hao looked up at the sun: "Now."

The live stream chat exploded with comments after hearing this:

[I'm a terrible student: Yao Yao, Yao Yao, hurry up and let Chen Shangshen take you in]

[Not to be a beast of burden: Yes, let us see it for ourselves!]

[I am Ying Zheng: Yao Yao, don't you want to see ghosts?]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: What the hell? God Chen Hao said it was a soul form then, a soul form]

Chen Hao walked towards the entrance of Building A. Chen Siyao, holding her phone, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took two steps after him: "Brother!"

Chen Hao stopped and turned to look at her.

Chen Siyao bit her lip, her heart pounding like a cat. She wanted to go in, she really wanted to go in. That place was a ghost realm, something a normal person would never see in their entire life.

If you go in with your brother, you can see those spirits, those black mists, and those things that only exist in legends.

With 20 million viewers watching her live stream—there must be many incredible things happening inside. As the streamer, being able to broadcast those moments live in real time is absolutely unprecedented.

Her eyes would sparkle with curiosity, like a kitten seeing a new toy, it was eager to explore; then her brows would furrow slightly, her little face showing fear, her ears seemed to droop, as if two little people were fighting inside her, one shouting for her to go in, and the other shouting for danger, she was so conflicted.

But she was also afraid. When Zhang Dechang came out, he was covered in blood, and his peach wood sword was broken. That master had studied for forty years, and he was injured like that after only twenty minutes inside. Could she go in and do it? What if something happened to her? Her brother would have to take care of her.

Like a curious cat, she asked softly, "Brother..." "Can I come in with you?"

Yang Wanqing gasped, tugging at her sleeve. "Yaoyao, are you crazy? It's a ghost town inside!"

Chen Siyao ignored her and just looked at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao looked at her, a mixture of desire and fear on her face, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Yaoyao, the world is vast, you can go anywhere. Just stick close to me, this is a small problem."

The words were casual, like saying, "The weather's nice today." But upon hearing them, the cat in Chen Siyao's heart suddenly stopped scratching. She nodded vigorously, turned to Yang Wanqing, and said, "Qingqing, wait for me outside."

Yang Wanqing exclaimed anxiously, "I want to go too!"

"Are you sure? Qingqing, you're the most timid person." Chen Siyao shook her head.

Yang Wanqing nodded: "With Brother Hao here, I'm not afraid, and I'll share both the joys and sorrows with you."

Chen Siyao, holding Yang Wanqing's hand, said, "Let's hurry up and catch up with Chen Hao, who was waiting for them ahead."

Old Zhang watched the three figures disappear into the distance, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his lips. He secretly mocked them, thinking to himself: "You ignorant brat, once you're inside, you'll have your day. Let's see how you get out of this mess!"

Chen Siyao held up her phone, took a deep breath, and ran to Chen Hao's side. In the live stream, twenty million viewers watched the shaky camera feed, and the chat went completely wild:

[Youyou: Yaoyao wants to go in? Into the Ghost Realm?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: Yaoyao, are you crazy! It's dangerous inside!]

[Dongmen Chuixue]: If the High God says it's a minor problem, then it's a minor problem. When has the High God ever made a mistake?

[Sending flowers: But that's a ghost realm! Even the master who went in got injured!]

[King's Story: That's because that master was incompetent. The God said it's alright, it'll definitely be alright.]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: Yao Yao, don't be afraid, just follow the God. The God will ensure your safety.]

[The young Taoist priest at Qingfeng Temple: ...I dare not speak now. If the High God says it's a minor problem, then it's a minor problem.]

Chen Siyao glanced at the comments section and felt a warmth in her heart. She looked up at Chen Hao: "Brother, I'm ready."

Chen Hao nodded and pushed open the door to Building A.

Behind the door was the lobby on the first floor. Sunlight streamed in through the glass doors, illuminating the white tiled floor. The reception area was empty, with a few wilted potted plants whose leaves drooped. There was a faint musty smell in the air, as if the room hadn't been ventilated in a long time.

"The elevator is out of service," Chen Hao said. "Take the stairs."

He walked to the fire escape and pushed open the door. The stairwell was dark, with only the emergency lights emitting a stark white glow. Chen Siyao followed behind Chen Hao, able to hear her own footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell, and the sound of her own heartbeat, thump-thump-thump, as fast as a drum.

"Afraid?" Chen Hao's voice rang out from ahead.

"A little," Chen Siyao honestly admitted, "but it's okay."

"Follow me, don't look back." Chen Hao's tone was calm. "No matter what you hear, don't look back."

Chen Siyao nodded, then, remembering that her brother couldn't see, quickly said, "I understand."

They started to climb up.