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After hanging up Zhou Tao's call, Su Qinghuan's nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed completely.

The coolness on her fingertips faded slowly as the receiver was hung up, replaced by a sense of peace that welled up from the bottom of her heart—the worries that had lingered in her mind were finally swept away one by one.

Now, she can finally focus wholeheartedly on the upcoming live stream that is destined to cause a sensation across the entire internet.

Su Qinghuan followed Wu You silently through a winding, narrow bluestone corridor.

The bluestone slabs have been polished smooth and shiny by the years, with specks of moss embedded in the cracks. They feel soft and slightly damp when you step on them.

The corridor is flanked by dense bamboo groves. The bamboo grows tall and slender, and the leaves are trimmed neatly. When the wind blows through the grove, it makes a soft rustling sound, like someone whispering in your ear. The restless heart that was just a little agitated instantly calms down.

At the end of the corridor, a quaint courtyard stands quietly.

Without the glass curtain walls and modern lighting of Tingyuxuan, or those luxurious and dazzling decorations, this courtyard is a pure brick and wood structure with gray tiles, white walls, and upturned eaves, exuding a solemnity and dignity that has been accumulated over the years.

Above the gate of the courtyard hangs a black plaque with gold lettering on a black background. The three large, powerful characters in clerical script read: "Council Hall."

Without anyone else saying a word, Su Qinghuan could guess that this must be the core place where Wu Family Village handles clan affairs and discusses important decisions.

Wu Jing stepped forward and pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

The door hinges creaked loudly, and a scent mixed with the aroma of aged tea and a faint smell of ink wafted out from the crack in the door.

The fragrance was neither strong nor overpowering, but rather carried a gentle, soothing quality that made one unconsciously slow their pace.

The interior of the council chamber is an astonishingly spacious hall.

In the very center stood a huge long table made from a single piece of rosewood, its wood grain clearly visible, gleaming with a warm luster in the dim light.

On both sides of the long table, there are a dozen or so armchairs made of the same material, with simple cloud patterns carved on the armrests and backrests. There are no complicated decorations, but they exude understated luxury.

On the walls of the hall hang several magnificent landscape paintings, depicting towering mountains and swirling clouds, each stroke exuding a powerful spirit.

Next to the painting, there are also several calligraphy works hanging, with vigorous strokes and strong, powerful lines, showing the profound skill of the calligraphers.

The entire hall is decorated in a simple yet grand style, without a single superfluous decoration, yet it exudes an undeniable aura of authority, inspiring awe in those who stand within it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu You walked straight to the head seat at the very top of the long table and sat down.

That large armchair was far too big for an eight-year-old child.

After he sat down, he sank almost halfway into the chair, looking somewhat disproportionate.

Yet, he sat there upright, his back straight, his eyes calm and unwavering, exuding an aura that seemed perfectly natural and belonging to the master.

It was as if this position was born to be his.

Wu Jingzhi stood behind him like a loyal steward, his posture upright and his expression respectful.

"Miss Su, please have a seat." Wu Jingzhi turned around and gestured for Su Qinghuan to sit down.

Su Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the armchairs on either side of the long table.

Each of those chairs exuded an air of authority, and she was somewhat hesitant to sit down.

In the end, she walked to the very end of the long table and carefully sat down, only daring to sit on a third of the chair, her back ramrod straight.

Old Wang and Little Li were even more sensible. They stood on either side of Su Qinghuan behind her, their hands hanging at their sides, not daring to even breathe loudly, let alone sit down.

"The main reason I invited Miss Su here today is to let you know in advance the specific procedures of our Wu Family Village Ancestor Worship Ceremony," Wu Jingzhi said slowly, his tone still gentle. "This way, you can be prepared when you broadcast it live, and you won't be flustered and lose your manners."

"Thank you for your trouble, Elder Jing." Su Qinghuan quickly bowed and said politely.

She could understand the deeper meaning behind Wu Jingzhi's words: the ancestral worship ceremony was of utmost importance and could not tolerate the slightest mistake.

Wu Jingzhi nodded, turned and walked to the bookshelf on one side of the hall. The bookshelf was also made of solid wood, and some thread-bound ancient books were neatly arranged on it.

He took out a thick booklet from the top shelf of the bookshelf. The booklet was wrapped in blue silk with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on it, and it was clearly not an ordinary booklet.

He carried the booklet and walked back steadily, placing it respectfully on the table in front of Su Qinghuan.

"Miss Su, please take a look."

"This is the ritual record of our Wu Family Village Ancestor Worship Ceremony, which has been passed down for hundreds of years."

Su Qinghuan's heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

She reached out her slightly trembling hand, lifted the layer of blue silk, and gently turned the pages of the booklet.

The booklet was bound with fine Xuan paper, which was slightly yellowed and bore the marks of time.

Each character above was handwritten in neat small regular script with a brush, the handwriting is elegant and graceful, yet powerful and vigorous, with a dignified and awe-inspiring style.

The booklet itself is a rare work of art.

When Su Qinghuan saw the contents of the booklet, her breath hitched, and her pupils contracted slightly.

On the first page of the booklet, four large characters were written in vermilion ink, the strokes powerful and conveying a sense of solemnity: "Offer sacrifices to Heaven and report to ancestors."

Below the four large characters are rows of densely packed small characters, detailing every step of the ancestral worship ceremony.

"On New Year's Eve, at exactly 6:00 AM, the grand ceremony begins."

"First item: Fire cannons and play music."

"Light 99,999 thunderous gongs, play the music of 'Guofeng·Ya Song' to welcome the young master into the arena."

Upon seeing this, Su Qinghuan's eyelids twitched violently, and her fingers gripping the booklet tightened slightly.

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine firecrackers? This spectacle is a hundred times grander than the Lunar New Year celebrations; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it earth-shattering.

Just imagining that scene sent chills down her spine.

She composed herself and continued reading.

"Second step: Cleanse yourself and change your clothes."

"The young master entered the 'Hall of Fasting and Abstinence,' bathed with snow water from the Tianshan Mountains, and changed into sacrificial robes."

Tianshan snowmelt?

Su Qinghuan's heart trembled violently once again.

These words sound extraordinary and prestigious, something that ordinary people could not possibly possess.

The third item: offering three kinds of sacrificial animals and five kinds of grains to our ancestors.

"Nine respected elders from the village carried three sacrificial animals—a black ox, a sacred tortoise, and a phoenix rooster—along with ninety-nine kinds of grains and fruits, and offered them respectfully to the ancestral altar."

"Fourth item: Young master, offer the first incense."

"The young master personally lit three sticks of 'ambergris incense' to worship heaven and earth and to pay homage to the nine ancestors of the Wu family."

Ambergris? That's a treasure more valuable than gold, something ordinary people can't even see, yet here they're using three sticks at once.

Su Qinghuan felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, making it difficult to even breathe.

Fifth item: Reading the memorial address.

"The head steward, Wu Jingzhi, faced the entire clan and read aloud the ancestral worship prayer written by the young master himself."

"Sixth item: The entire clan prostrates in worship."

"The young master stood before the ancestral hall and received the grand ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows from the entire clan."

Seeing this, Su Qinghuan finally couldn't help but raise her head and look at the eight-year-old child in the main seat.

He remained seated there, his expression indifferent, as if this grand ceremony of kneeling and kowtowing was simply a matter of course for him.

An indescribable wave of emotion surged within Su Qinghuan's heart.

"Seventh item: Distribute auspicious meat and distribute New Year's money."

"After the sacrificial ceremony, the sacrificial meat was distributed to every household in the village."

"Eighth item: Hold a grand clan banquet."

"A banquet for a thousand people will be held in the ancestral hall square, and the whole village will celebrate together and look forward to the New Year."

Su Qinghuan flipped through the pages one by one, and the more she read, the stronger the shock became.

Her fingers gently brushed over the last item, "Grand Clan Banquet," but her gaze was drawn to a line of inconspicuous small print next to it.

That's the banquet menu.

Main courses: Steamed Australian king crab, grilled Kobe A5 Wagyu beef, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall (ingredients: 50-year-old fish maw, 100-year-old Liaoning sea cucumber, top-grade abalone...)

"Liquor: Special edition for the young master's ninth birthday, 'Supreme' Moutai."

Seeing this, Su Qinghuan finally became completely numb. King crab, Kobe beef, fifty-year-old fish maw, century-old Liaoning sea cucumber, and even that specially supplied Moutai liquor…

She closed the booklet and let out a long breath of stale air.

I feel that the impact I've experienced today is greater than all of the past twenty years combined.

She raised her head and looked again at the calm-looking eight-year-old child in the main seat.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on his face and revealing a composure and dignity beyond his years.

Su Qinghuan looked at him, her eyes filled with endless complexity, curiosity, awe, and a hint of inexplicable inquiry.

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