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"Welcome back to the village, young master!"

The sound waves roared through the valley, making people's eardrums buzz.

The sound wasn't amplified; it was the collective shout of hundreds of people, embodying heartfelt reverence and excitement.

The sound waves crashed against the surrounding mountain walls and reflected back, creating a long-lasting echo, as if the entire world was repeating those eight words.

Su Qinghuan stood there, completely dumbfounded.

She felt the square beneath her feet shaking, her heart gripped by an invisible hand, pounding wildly as if it would burst from her chest.

She tried to say something, but found her throat so dry that she couldn't utter a single word.

The cameraman Lao Wang next to her, a man who could carry a camera weighing dozens of kilograms without changing his expression at all kinds of breaking news scenes, was now having his arms trembling uncontrollably.

The footage became shaky as a result, but this shaky footage actually conveyed the shock of the scene more effectively than any stable footage.

Assistant Xiao Li was even more exaggerated; his legs went weak, and if he hadn't grabbed the equipment box next to him in time, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.

His face was paler than paper, his lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with extreme fear and confusion.

They're no strangers to big events. As the flagship production team of Strawberry TV, they've interviewed celebrities, followed politicians, and even gone deep into disaster areas.

But what they saw before them completely shattered all the understanding they had built up over the past few decades.

In a village, hundreds of people, from centenarians to toddlers, performed such a grand ceremony for an eight-year-old child.

This is not a welcome, this is a pilgrimage.

A form of the highest form of etiquette that subjects showed to their monarch, which only occurred when ancient emperors toured their territories.

At the same time, after a deathly silence of more than ten seconds, Su Qinghuan's live stream went completely crazy.

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At first, the screen was filled with ellipses. Everyone was so shocked by this sudden scene that they lost their ability to speak and could only express their inner emptiness in this most primitive way.

Immediately afterward, when people's brains were able to process the information at hand, the barrage of comments erupted like a volcano that had been accumulating for millions of years.

"Holy shit! What the hell am I seeing?! A hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"

"Is this a movie shoot? Which production team has such a large budget? They must have hired hundreds of extras, right? The acting is superb! Especially that old man with the white beard!"

"Are you blind, upstairs?! Look at the streamer's expression! Look how much the cameraman is shaking! This is a live broadcast! It's really happening!"

"I'm numb. I feel like my worldview is being repeatedly rubbed into the ground. Seeing him is like seeing an ancestor... It's really true! It's not just an adjective!"

"I cried. I'm a grown man, and seeing this scene, I don't know why, but tears just started flowing. What is this child carrying..."

"Stop calling him 'kid'! You don't deserve it! Neither do I! From today onwards, please call him—Young Master!"

At that moment, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed at an alarming rate.

Thirty million!

Thirty-five million!

Forty million!

The numbers were changing so fast it was dizzying.

In the back-end monitoring room of Strawberry TV headquarters, alarms blared incessantly, and technicians frantically shouted themselves hoarse, desperately trying to increase the bandwidth of the server.

"Hold on! Hold on! If the server crashes today, we're all fired!" The program's director, Zhou Tao, gripped the walkie-talkie, his expression a mix of excitement and terror.

In the square of Wujia Village, Wu You, the eye of the storm, remained as calm as an unchanging ancient reef.

He stood there alone, letting the deafening roar wash over him.

He wasn't frightened like a normal child, nor did he show any pride or discomfort.

His delicate face held only a solemnity and tranquility beyond his years.

The grand scene of hundreds of people bowing before him seemed to him nothing more than eating and drinking, an ordinary daily routine.

He stood there quietly until the echoing sound in the valley gradually subsided.

The entire square fell into complete silence once again.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

It's a very simple movement, without any unnecessary frills.

As he raised his hand, the hundreds of people who were originally bent over trembled slightly.

Wu You's gaze swept across the dark mass of people in front of him, finally settling on the white-haired old man at the very front.

His lips parted slightly, and his cool voice rang out in the silent square. It wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Get up, everyone."

Just four words, plain and natural, yet they seem to possess an undeniable magic.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jingzhi was the first to slowly straighten up.

Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of villagers from Wujia Village behind him stood up straight, like waves of wheat swaying in the wind, in neat rows and layers.

Throughout the entire process, the only sound was the rustling of the clothes rubbing together; there wasn't a single other noise.

After they straightened up, they did not immediately raise their heads, but maintained a humble and respectful posture.

Wu Jingzhi raised his head and looked at Wu You.

His weathered eyes were brimming with tears—tears of excitement, relief, and profound reverence.

He took a step forward, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Young Master, you... must have had a long journey."

Wu You looked at him and nodded gently.

Then, he did something that surprised everyone.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing precisely on Old Wang, who was a hundred meters away, carrying a camera and trembling like a leaf.

More precisely, it landed on the cold lens of the camera that was facing him.

Even from a distance of a hundred meters, Su Qinghuan could almost feel Wu You's gaze piercing through the camera lens, through the network, and reaching the tens of millions of viewers in the live stream.

Then, his cold voice rang out again, this time addressed to Su Qinghuan and the others.

"Guests from afar are welcome; there's no need to stand on ceremony."

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