As the High Priest of the Su Clan, Su Weisheng’s awakened bloodline talent allowed him to communicate between the realms of the living and the dead. However, before his slumber, most of his spiritual power had already dispersed into several personal artifacts, leaving him with less than thirty percent of his cultivation within his body.
He tested his ability to communicate between yin and yang, only to find the results unexpectedly amusing. Before the night was even over, his great-grandson’s room had become as lively as a gambling den.
Su Weisheng casually chose a chair and sat down. The modern long pants made him slightly uncomfortable, so he adjusted his posture, crossing his legs and leaning comfortably against the backrest. He was about to call his son over for a chat when his gaze swept across the room—three elderly men were kneeling neatly on the floor, looking even older than he was.
“…”
Unlucky. He couldn’t even tell which one was his son.
His raised hand paused in midair before he nonchalantly waved it instead, calling out, “Laijin, come here.”
One of the elderly men, with silver hair, a white beard, and an air of immortal grace, slowly got up. He stepped forward, greeted Su Weisheng, and then firmly declared, “Father, rest assured, we have already taught Su Ran a lesson. That brat will definitely pay off all his debts and won’t bring you any trouble!”
There existed a kind of fear known as bloodline suppression—especially in the Su family, where the High Priest’s authority was deeply ingrained across generations.
Su Laijin had personally experienced his father’s “rule by force” approach to education. He was well aware of how much Su Weisheng cherished his collection when he was alive. Meanwhile, Su Yinian and Su Cheng had grown up listening to terrifying tales about their ancestor. Even in the afterlife, they still feared Su Weisheng like a tiger.
After all, their ancestor had the ability to communicate between yin and yang. He could easily drag their souls back to the living realm—making him scarier than any ghost.
So, just moments ago, the three had been coming down hard on Su Ran with iron fists. But now, in front of their ancestor, they were nothing but meek and obedient. Seeing Su Laijin express his stance so quickly, the other ghosts hurriedly echoed, “Yes, yes! Ancestor, don’t worry! He will definitely pay!”
Su Ran’s face darkened as he blurted out, “Impossible! I’d rather die than pay! My money is for fulfilling my dreams—you can forget about getting a single cent from me!”
As soon as he said this, the temperature in the room plummeted.
Su Laijin and Su Yinian both turned to glare coldly at the youngest of the three ghosts, Su Cheng. Without disappointing them, Su Cheng slowly rose, his feet leaving the ground as he drifted eerily toward Su Ran, exuding an ominous aura. “Son, since you’re so unfilial, why don’t I just take you with me right now…”
The vengeful ghost floated closer and closer until he was right in front of Su Ran.
“Wait a minute!” Su Ran bellowed, his earlier confidence vanishing. Clutching his blanket, he turned to Su Weisheng and pleaded, “Great-Great-Grandfather! I’ve thought it through! Since I’ve enjoyed the wealth brought by your burial treasures, it’s only right that I take responsibility for repaying the debts! Just make my dad and the others leave—I’ll write you an IOU right now! I guarantee that I’ll buy you mountains and cars. I’ll even renovate your tomb in the shortest time possible!”
Using the loudest voice to say the most cowardly words.
Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you want to save your money to fulfill your dreams?”
Su Ran forced a laugh. “Since childhood, my father has taught me to be filial and responsible. Of course, repaying debts comes first—there will always be time to chase my dreams later.”
Being surrounded by a group of ghosts staring him down was far from pleasant. Even though one of them was his own father, Su Ran’s survival instincts kicked in like never before. Taking advantage of the moment when the other ghosts hadn’t reacted, he scrambled off the bed, rolling and crawling, grabbed a sheet of paper from his desk, and hurriedly scribbled down the IOU without a second of hesitation.
Click. The light turned on.
Su Ran froze and looked up. The brightly lit room was silent. There was nothing there. The world was peaceful once more.
Su Weisheng calmly took the IOU from his hand and, before his great-great-grandson could fully process what had happened, casually dropped a bombshell: “In your terms, I basically exploited a glitch back then to forcibly extend the Su bloodline. However, certain events later forced me into a deep slumber. Before that, I placed a restriction—one that would only fully awaken me when the Su bloodline was on the verge of extinction.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Su Ran.
Having just sent off a group of ghostly ancestors, Su Ran barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before his expression froze once again. “Bloodline extinction? What does that mean?”
Su Weisheng watched his great-great-grandson’s breakdown with great interest and ruthlessly delivered another blow: “My direct bloodline—at this moment, you are the only one still alive.” Based on his senses, there were still many Su clan descendants scattered across the world, but none of them mattered.
As expected, Su Ran’s face twisted into an expression of pure constipation.
Su Weisheng took great amusement in tormenting his great-great-grandson. He lounged in his chair, lips curling in a smirk, leisurely waiting for Su Ran to digest the information. Only when he saw the growing suspicion in his eyes did he slowly add, “Of course, you can think of it as me scaring you. No pressure. Either way, judging by your fate, the prophecy of the bloodline’s end is set to come true this very year. Before that happens, you’ll experience very clear signs.”
This was the truth. He was absolutely certain that the Su bloodline would end with Su Ran. With his status and abilities, he had no need to make up such things to scare a child.
Su Ran hesitated for a long time, clearly coming to the same realization. He clutched his head in despair, mumbling in disbelief, “I’m going to die this year? But I haven’t even won the Best Actor award yet! I haven’t proven my acting skills to the world! No one has called me ‘Film Emperor Su’ yet, and I’m just going to die?”
At these words, even Su Weisheng fell silent.
Though he had only recently awakened, he had quickly caught up on the world’s basics, especially the fame and fortune of the entertainment industry.
He truly hadn’t expected his great-great-grandson’s dream to be so grand. And so unrealistic.
Film Emperor Su?
What a dreamer. But then again, he was a Su. Having dreams was a commendable trait.
Just as he was marveling at this, he saw Su Ran eagerly scooting over, his rebellious attitude completely gone. Instead, he shamelessly massaged Su Weisheng’s shoulders and poured him water, all the while pledging loyalty: “Great-Grandfather[mfn]Let’s just stick to great-grandfather if it’s a conversation. [/mfn], I was wrong before! Please don’t hold it against me—after all, I’m your only living descendant…”
Su Weisheng smirked and bluntly asked, “Want to extend your life?”
Su Ran nodded vigorously. “I can’t die before achieving my dream!—No, I mean, I haven’t even paid off my debts yet! Great-Grandfather, you must spare my life and let me work hard to earn money for your tomb renovations!”
Su Weisheng replied indifferently, “I don’t have enough spiritual power right now. Even if I wanted to alter your fate, I couldn’t.”
Su Ran’s face instantly darkened.
That was it. He was doomed. Even his great-great-grandfather was powerless—was he really about to die?
Su Weisheng paused for a moment before adding, “However, if you can retrieve my personal artifact—the Jade Bone Fan—and restore 60% of my power, I might be able to give it a try.”
A sudden turn of events!
Su Ran noticed the playful smirk at the corner of his great-great-grandfather’s lips and immediately realized he was being toyed with. But with his life on the line, no matter how arrogant or reckless he usually was, he could only swallow his anger and force a smile. “Great-Grandfather, where should I go to find the Jade Bone Fan…?”
Before he could finish speaking, Su Weisheng had already walked out of the room.
Su Ran hurriedly followed.
Su Weisheng pointed at the television in the living room. The screen was paused on the prize showcase of the latest season of «Another Side of Family Life». And right there, as one of the rewards, was none other than the Jade Bone Fan—which his father had sold off.
Su Ran: “…”
Damn it. He was waiting for me to see this, wasn’t he?
Now, he had two choices: Join the variety show and win the prize or gather enough money to buy back the fan.
Su Weisheng patted his head with a lazy smile. “Great-grandson—oh no, I mean, future Film Emperor Su—take your time thinking it over.” With that, he strolled leisurely into the guest room, ready to rest.
His great-great-grandfather left at ease. This time, it was Su Ran’s turn to lose sleep.
By the time Su Weisheng woke up, it was already noon the next day. He got up and changed into the clothes Bai Songyin had prepared for him. They seemed to be his great-grandson’s size and fit a little loosely.
There was still cola in the fridge. He opened one and took a sip but immediately frowned. It tasted slightly bitter, different from what he had last night. Still, he drank it all without hesitation.
The drink hadn’t changed—his body had. This was the cost of using his spiritual power the night before.
Though he could live forever, his basic bodily functions required spiritual energy to sustain. The less power he had, the quicker his five senses would deteriorate. If he completely lost his spiritual power, he wouldn’t die but would become something else entirely.
That kind of existence was widely known as a “god”, but Su Weisheng preferred to call it an immortal, emotionless monster.
Lounging on the sofa, he casually turned on the television. The chaotic noise of melodramatic soap operas filled the air. Though the stories were absurd and illogical, they still brought a satisfied glint to his eyes.
He enjoyed the liveliness of the mortal world. He had no intention of becoming a monster.
So, he needed to retrieve his artifact as soon as possible. And in this era of depleted spiritual energy, he had to figure out a way to cultivate again.
Just then, a soft ding sounded as the front door opened. A small head peeked in.
Su Weisheng turned to look. Bai Songyin flinched instinctively and pulled his head back. But he quickly reappeared, this time carrying breakfast.
“Great-Grandfather, I bought soup dumplings and soy milk for you and Brother Ran… Huh? Where’s Brother Ran?” Bai Songyin opened the bedroom door—only to find it completely empty.
Su Weisheng was unsurprised. Propping his chin with one hand, he smirked lazily. “Obviously, he ran away.”
“Eh?” Bai Songyin was even more confused by his calm, unbothered expression.
Su Weisheng was well aware that after he had dropped such a bombshell yesterday, his great-great-grandson must have been scared out of his wits. But a whole night was enough time for Su Ran to think things through—question the truth of his words, seek advice from other so-called “authorities”, and so on.
But Su Weisheng wasn’t in a hurry at all.
He had inherited the position of High Priest when he came of age. The Su clan was full of unruly juniors and cunning elders, none of whom were easy to deal with. Yet, despite his youthful face, he had managed to bring them all to heel—so much so that they willingly knelt before him, addressing him as High Priest.
At that time, the world was in chaos, with various factions vying for dominance, all eyeing the Su clan like hungry wolves. And yet, Su Weisheng remained unfazed, navigating the turbulent waters with ease, turning the battlefield into utter turmoil as he pleased.
Now, handling a descendant from two hundred years later—would that require much effort?
Compared to Su Ran, who was desperately trying to resist fate, this little assistant was actually quite surprising to Su Weisheng. He asked, “Your boss already ran away, yet you still came to me voluntarily?”
Bai Songyin scratched his head shyly. “After learning that you’re not a ghost, I wasn’t as scared anymore. Besides…” He thickened his skin and sat across from Su Weisheng, his eyes sparkling. “You might not know this, but history books have records about you! Not to mention, Brother Ran even personally starred in a biographical film about you! Meeting a historical figure in person—I feel like I’ve made it!”
Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow. “And what do the books say about me?”
“They say that after the fall of the Youguo two hundred years ago, the world was plunged into war and suffering. The Su clan, under the leadership of the High Priest Su Tiao, emerged to aid the people, especially in the southern regions from Lianpozhou onward. Countless people benefited from the Su clan’s help!”
Su Tiao, Su Weisheng. But few people ever knew his given name. Official records only ever referred to him as Su Tiao.
Su Weisheng nodded, motioning for him to continue.
Bai Songyin eagerly went on, “Later, the High Priest chose a wise ruler to support, helping to quell the wars and unify most of the land, establishing the last feudal dynasty in the old calendar. Thanks to him, the people enjoyed twenty years of peace!”
“Only twenty years?”
“That’s already a lot!” Bai Songyin said excitedly. “Without those twenty years of stability and exposure to new ideas, it wouldn’t have been so easy to carry out multiple reforms over the next 150 years, abolish the monarchy, and establish a democratic system!”
Su Weisheng studied him thoughtfully. The little assistant might seem a bit simple, but he was certainly a capable and sensible young man. Someone like that… could be useful.
“I’ve just woken up, and I don’t know much about this world. If you’re willing, I’d like to hire you to take care of my daily needs,” he proposed.
Bai Songyin replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “I’m already Brother Ran’s assistant. Taking care of his great-great-grandfather is just part of the job.”
Su Weisheng nodded. “Then it’s settled. Find some time to buy me a new phone. Have the company reimburse you. Oh, and make sure they double your salary.”
“…I don’t think the company will agree to that,” Bai Songyin hesitated. “Brother Ran owes them a lot of money. They already cut off his credit cards. Until he agrees to record an album, they won’t give him a single cent.”
Su Weisheng calmly said, “They will pay.”
“Huh?”
“If they want Su Ran to give up acting and settle for a regular job, they will pay this amount.” Because the only one who could crush Su Ran’s “bad movie dream” was him. The agent’s cooperative attitude had already spoken volumes—whether it was a last-ditch effort or not, they were going to give it a try.
Bai Songyin was stunned. “Great-Grandfather, Brother Ran has already run away. You still think you can control him?”
“What’s so hard about it?” Su Weisheng raised an eyebrow. Seeing the skepticism on his face, he changed the subject. “Where do you think your Brother Ran is right now?”
Bai Songyin thought for a moment and replied, “He’s probably at the only person who supports his dreams.” He pulled out his phone, opened a search engine, and handed it over.
Jiang Yimian, a male, famous screenwriter, known for The High Priest, collaborated with top idol Su Ran to make a splash, and together they won that year’s Golden Broom Award. There was a photo of him—he looked like a handsome young man, smiling brightly at the camera, looking like a carefree fool.
Bai Songyin said, “Grandfather, this is him, Brother Ran’s soulmate. The two of them made movies together, became notorious, and still think their films are fine; it’s just that the audience has no taste… Recently, they want to collaborate again and prove themselves to the world!”
Su Weisheng stared at the photo for a long time, then set it down, shaking his head and sighing.
Bai Songyin felt a pang of anxiety. If even Great-Great-Grandfather was sighing, could it really be so difficult to handle?
Then Su Weisheng said, “I thought dealing with my great-grandson would at least have some difficulty, but this is really boring. Don’t worry, with Jiang Yimian’s appearance, the two of them will never make a movie together in this lifetime.”
Bai Songyin was stunned. “Why?”
Su Weisheng said meaningfully, “Jiang Yimian has an unlucky fate. July is almost here. For the next month, he’ll be running into ghosts every single day.”
Bai Songyin blinked. “…I remember Brother Ran is terrified of ghosts.”
Su Ran did indeed go to look for his soulmate.
In this world, only Jiang Yimian understood his dreams and shared in his pain.
When he left, he called Jiang Yimian, and they arranged to meet at a cafe. As soon as they sat down, Jiang Yimian handed him a script.
“This is the new script I’ve worked on for a year. Take a look.”
Su Ran flipped through the contents, and the protagonist’s emotional struggles unfolded one by one. First, the protagonist’s parents died, then his brothers, followed by his wife and children—every tragic event was so heartbreaking that it left a profound impact.
Su Ran was captivated and deeply immersed in the story. After finishing the ending, he slammed the table excitedly. “This is amazing! I have to play the lead role!”
Jiang Yimian gave him a thumbs-up. “I knew you’d get it.”
“Of course, with depth and substance, how could I not take on such a project?” Su Ran said, full of enthusiasm. “It doesn’t matter if the company agrees or not; if there’s no money, I’ll find it myself. This script must be made…” He hadn’t finished speaking when the phone rang, interrupting him.
Su Ran furrowed his brows and answered the call. Bai Songyin, on the other end, hesitated and urged him, “Brother Ran, you should come back. Really, don’t meet with Jiang Yimian. I’m doing this for your own good. You and him together will bring disaster, only Great-Grandfather can protect you.”
“Then I’ll just wait for the disaster,” Su Ran coldly hung up the phone.
Jiang Yimian looked at him, puzzled. “What’s going on?”
Su Ran hesitated for a moment, then omitted the more fantastical parts and explained briefly, just saying he owed his grandfather a lot of money and was now burdened with debt.
Jiang Yimian immediately seized on the key point. “How old is your grandfather? How’s his health?”
Su Ran answered, “He’s in great health, he could fight ten of me with no problem.”
Jiang Yimian clapped his hands, excitedly saying, “Well, since your grandfather isn’t going to die anytime soon, of course, our dreams are more important!”
Su Ran blinked. “…That actually makes some sense?”
Mc’s unfilial grandson has teamed up with someone else’s unfilial grandson… it’s a KO!!!
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