My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

Jin Zhicheng felt his blood freeze in that instant.

His face, which had become somewhat greasy from his smugness, was now completely drained of color, leaving only a deathly pale complexion.

He stared intently at the screen at the eight-year-old child, dressed in elaborate and ornate sacrificial robes, standing alone on the altar.

He looked at the Wu Clan Ancestral Hall, which was a hundred times more magnificent than their Gyeongbokgung Palace.

He looked at the thousands of villagers in the square, dressed in uniform, standing silently and with impeccable discipline.

He listened to the eulogy, which was filled with the spirit of war and the essence of Chinese civilization.

He felt like a frog in a well who had just been showing off the little puddle in his yard, but was suddenly kicked to the seashore and saw the boundless, magnificent ocean!

That was a dimensional reduction attack powerful enough to shatter his very soul!

"No...it's impossible..."

He was distraught, muttering to himself, and his body slumped uncontrollably backward into his chair.

"This...this is fake! This must be fake!"

"I need to have my license checked!"

He jumped up from his chair, pointed at the screen like a gambler who had lost all his chips, and roared hysterically, "This is a movie! It's a movie with special effects made by you Chinese! Yes! It must be!"

"Damn it, this is AI! What on earth did you say to AI?!"

"In reality, how could... how could such a place exist! How could such people exist!"

His voice became sharp and distorted due to extreme shock and fear.

However, no one in the conference room paid any attention to his roar.

The UNESCO review experts were all frozen in place, staring blankly at the screen, their faces filled with indescribable shock and fascination.

They are top experts in the study of world cultural heritage. They have seen more ancient sites and read more historical documents than the average person has eaten a meal.

But they had never seen a sacred, solemn, grand, and “living” ancestral worship ceremony like the one on screen!

This is no longer a simple matter of cultural inheritance.

This is a living history!

The ever-smiling Yuichi Watanabe from Japan had long since lost his smile.

His narrowed eyes were filled with solemnity and horror.

He knew they had lost.

They lost badly, utterly and completely.

Wang Wenyi, the Vice Minister of China who emerged victorious, remained as calm and collected as ever.

He even had the leisure to pick up the teacup in front of him and gently blow on it.

Only when Jin Zhicheng was roaring and somewhat out of breath did he slowly put down his teacup.

"Minister Kim, are you saying this is movie special effects?"

Wang Wenyi's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Then I really have to thank you for your compliment."

He smiled, a smile full of undisguised, cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"For someone as knowledgeable as yours, the Minister of Culture, to think it's movie special effects, it seems that China's film and television production level has reached a new level."

"You!" Jin Zhicheng was so choked by his words that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"However, I regret to inform you that..." Wang Wenyi's smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold, condescending scrutiny.

"This is not a movie."

"This is a real ancestral worship ceremony that was witnessed by more than 100 million people through online live streaming this morning."

"People in your country are watching too."

One hundred million people!

This number struck Jin Zhicheng's heart like a heavy hammer!

He swayed violently and almost lost his balance.

"And..." Wang Wenyi's gaze fell on the video on the screen of Jin Zhicheng's proud so-called "ancestral temple ceremony".

A smirk, laced with endless mockery, curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Minister Kim, I'll say something you might not like to hear."

"Your so-called 'ancestral worship ceremony' is nothing compared to the ancestral worship in our small mountain village..."

Wang Wenyi paused, then uttered, word by word, the words that were enough to completely break Jin Zhicheng.

"...like a joke."

"puff--"

Jin Zhicheng could no longer hold back and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

His vision went black, and his body fell straight backward!

"Minister! Minister!"

His assistants and entourage immediately panicked and rushed forward in a flurry.

The entire video conference room instantly descended into chaos.

Wang Wenyi watched this scene and simply shook his head coldly.

Their mental fortitude is terrible.

You can't even handle this?

He hasn't even started to exert his strength yet.

He cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

"Dear experts and colleagues."

His voice was steady, powerful, and full of unquestionable confidence.

"Since Minister Kim is not feeling well, I will take the time to give everyone a proper lesson."

He pushed his laptop forward again.

"The name of this class is..."

He looked at Wu You's exquisite face on the screen, which was filled with supreme majesty, and slowly, word by word, spoke.

"What?! That's what ancestor worship really means!"

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