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Outside the quiet room was a long passageway paved with white marble.

At the end of the passageway stands the heavy and imposing vermilion main gate of the Wu Clan Ancestral Hall.

Wu Jingzhi, along with the nine most senior clan elders of Wujia Village, had already changed into dark blue sacrificial robes, the same style as those worn by the villagers, but with more exquisite materials and embroidery. They stood respectfully on both sides of the passageway.

The moment Wu You's small figure, dressed in ancestral worship attire, stepped out of the quiet room.

Wu Jingzhi and the nine elders all shuddered.

Their faces, etched with the marks of time, instantly radiated an expression of immense excitement and reverence.

It was as if they were seeing an eight-year-old child.

Rather, it is the embodiment of the bloodline and glory that Wujia Village has inherited for thousands of years.

"Welcome, young master!"

Led by Wu Jingzhi, the ten elderly men bowed deeply to Wu You in unison.

Their voices trembled slightly with excitement.

Wu You's steps did not falter.

He walked slowly through the group of elders who were bowing in respect.

His delicate face was expressionless, his eyes calm as still water.

It was as if all of this was perfectly natural to him.

He had been familiar with the ancestral worship ceremony since he was old enough to understand, and he knew all the procedures by heart.

He walked up to the tightly closed vermilion door and stopped.

He didn't turn around.

Just standing there quietly.

He is waiting.

Waiting for his moment.

Wu Jingzhi straightened up, quickly walked behind Wu You, and respectfully reminded him in a low voice again, "Young Master, it's almost Mao Shi (5-7 AM)."

Wu You nodded slightly, but still didn't say anything.

Looking at the young master's thin yet incredibly upright back, Wu Jingzhi was filled with emotion.

He recalled the moment earlier when the young master asked about South Korea's application for UNESCO World Heritage status in the bathhouse, his cold tone and domineering air.

"I want them to jump; the higher they jump, the harder they'll fall."

That sentence still echoes in his mind.

He knew that the reason why the young master wanted to make this ancestral worship ceremony so public today was because of this.

Behind it lies a shocking conspiracy that will leave everyone in awe.

In recent years, South Korea has gone further and further down the path of "cultural appropriation".

From the Dragon Boat Festival to movable type printing, and various traditional costumes...

They are like a group of greedy thieves, trying to seize all the brilliant cultural treasures belonging to China for themselves.

Recently, they have turned their greedy gaze to "ancestor worship," one of the most important traditional customs in China that has been passed down for thousands of years.

They submitted a so-called "intangible cultural heritage application for ancestor worship" to UNESCO.

Furthermore, they have been promoting themselves internationally as the true origin and orthodox source of sacrificial culture.

This shameless behavior has long aroused the boundless anger of countless Chinese people.

But anger alone is useless.

You need to produce more orthodox, older, and more convincing evidence than they do to thoroughly refute their claims.

The ancestral worship ceremony in Wujia Village, which has been passed down for more than 600 years, strictly follows ancient rites and is full of supreme solemnity and ritual.

Undoubtedly, it was the best and most resounding slap in the face!

The arrogance of the invincible is confidence.

They, the Chinese, are not afraid of any country.

The young master intends to use this global live broadcast to clearly and explicitly declare to the world—

Who is truly the land of etiquette?

Who, in the end, truly represents the orthodox culture?

He wanted to expose the clumsy and ridiculous so-called "sacrifices" of South Korea in front of the true "rites of the Son of Heaven" in Wujia Village, making them look like a clown's farcical performance with nowhere to hide!

This is no longer a simple family ritual.

This is a cultural war about honor!

And the young master was the commander-in-chief of this war.

What he laid out was a scheme that all enemies could see clearly, yet could not crack at all!

Having figured this out, Wu Jingzhi looked at Wu You's retreating figure, his eyes filled with even more admiration.

Strategizing within the command tent, securing victory a thousand miles away.

Just then, outside the ancestral hall, that long and desolate horn sounded again!

"Waaah—"

This is the second bugle call.

It indicates that there are only 15 minutes left until 5 AM.

Wu Jingzhi took a deep breath, knowing that it was time for him to fulfill his duties.

He bowed deeply once again to Wu You's retreating figure.

"Young Master, Jingzhi will go and make the arrangements first."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the side gate of the ancestral hall.

Once again, Wu You was the only one left in the entire passageway.

He remained silent, standing before that door, like an unchanging sculpture.

He was waiting for the third bugle call.

That bugle call will usher in a brand new era for him.

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Inside the main control room.

When the second bugle call sounded, Su Qinghuan's heart jumped.

"Attention all units!"

Her voice, transmitted through the microphone, reverberated throughout the entire control room.

"There's only a quarter of an hour left until 5 AM!"

"All cameras, enter final standby mode!"

The live stream feed showed a close-up of the band playing in the square!

At her command, the live stream instantly switched to one side of the square, showing the massive ceremonial band of over a hundred people.

They were all dressed in the same dark blue sacrificial robes as the villagers.

She held various ancient musical instruments in her hands, the names of which Su Qinghuan couldn't even recall before.

There are enormous, war drum-like drums.

There are rows of chime bells and chime stones of different sizes.

There are also various styles of xun, xiao, qin, se...

Each of them had a solemn expression, staring straight ahead, as if awaiting a sacred command.

"My God! What kind of band is this? They're so professional!"

"Those instruments... I think I've only ever seen them in museums! They can actually be played?"

"The 'Airs of the States' and 'Odes'! I looked it up, and that's court music! They actually knew it?"

"I'm numb! I feel like I'm not watching a live stream today, I'm attending an immersive history lesson!"

The viewers in the live broadcast room were once again deeply impressed by the profound cultural heritage of Wujia Village.

Su Qinghuan watched the comments section and felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

She knew this was just the appetizer.

The real spectacle is yet to come.

Time passed, second by second.

When the clock on the wall finally pointed to 5:59:59.

The third bugle call finally resounded through the sky!

"Ugh—!"

This bugle call was more magnificent and louder than ever before!

It's as if it wants to awaken the sleeping sun from below the horizon!

It's Mao Shi (5-7 AM)!

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(Two chapters for now, my darlings. The upcoming plot is absolutely explosive and incredibly exciting, so it needs some polishing. I hope you understand. I'll try my best to continue with four chapters tomorrow! Please urge me to write more, leave reviews, and send small gifts. Please, please~~~~)