The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

The smoke from the explosion swirled around the barrier at the Xichuan City First Gymnasium.

The dust and flying rubble shocked the surrounding neighborhoods.

Although it was already night, the nightlife in big cities is vibrant, and almost no one was asleep at this hour.

On the streets, in shops, and in residential areas, people were all looking towards the stadium, surprised at what had happened.

"The stadium looks like it's been bombed!"

"Who did this? They're incredibly audacious! This is Xichuan City!"

"It must be the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion!"

"My goodness, that's quite possible. The Zuowangdao sect has been in the city for two days without making a move, and now they've finally struck?"

"Did they make a mistake? Shouldn't they have bombed the Special Affairs Bureau? Why bomb the stadium instead?"

"I know! They're the Blackie's! Today is my brother's concert, and they're trying to ruin it, trying to harm him! They're despicable, their intentions are utterly despicable!!"

People were talking about it, and all sorts of speculations were rampant.

The footage from the scene spread rapidly online.

Before long, footage of spectators risking their lives to secretly film the event began to circulate.

The citizens of Xichuan City then realized that it was indeed Zuowangdao who was causing trouble.

"They really are Blackie!"

Driven by curiosity and the human instinct to enjoy a spectacle, many people gathered around the damaged venue, peering through the large holes blasted open to see what was happening inside.

The venue is large, but it has a big screen and high-decibel sound system, so it's not difficult for people outside to hear or see what's inside.

"Buzz—"

On the magnificent concert stage, a lift rises from the center of the stage.

A man was kneeling on it, his hands and feet bound by iron chains.

His temples were white, and he looked quite old. He was dressed in the typical style of a government leader. His mouth was stuffed with a shoe insole, and he could only mumble "woo woo woo" without being able to speak.

The large screen surrounding the entire venue lit up halfway, giving this "guest" a close-up shot.

Some audience members recognized that this person looked exactly like Shi Qian, the mayor of Huiye City.

The Mirror Ghost Brother very considerately removed the insoles from his shoes.

"This guest, would you please introduce yourself to everyone?"

Mirror Ghost Brother held the microphone to Shi Qian's mouth.

Shi Qian looked around, his lips trembling.

"How dare you! How dare you kidnap a government official... no, a federal official!!"

Mirror Ghost Brother kicked him.

"I asked you to introduce yourself, what are you talking about? Is your name 'Audacious' or something?"

Shi Qian looked determined to refuse.

"Damn you, the Dao of Forgetfulness! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!"

Mirror Ghost coughed, covered the microphone, and said in a low voice.

"You said your lines too early; these are lines you were about to say on your deathbed."

Shi Qian's angry expression froze for a moment, then quickly switched to one of fear.

"I...I...I am Shi Qian, the mayor of Huiye City. You...you've brought me here, what do you intend to do to me?"

"Mirror Ghost Brother laughed loudly."

"Can't you tell? This is a grand concert! We invited you as a guest, of course we're going to have you sing!"

"Will they let me off the hook if I sing a song?"

"Yes!"

"You're not lying to me?"

"Our path of meditation and forgetting worldly desires never lies!"

"You're a really nice person... So what should I sing?"

"Look at me!"

The camera focused on Ghost Brother.

All the staff, including the photographers, had long been replaced by people from the Daoist school of meditation.

They didn't stay in the city idle for two days; they were preparing for the performance.

They didn't know how to use some of the professional equipment, such as lighting, photography, sound effects, and screen effects. They even consulted with the original performance team, who are currently locked in a basement.

I have to say, they learn really fast, and they're quite good at it now.

Yesterday, those Daoists who practiced the Sitting Meditation Path were really rehearsing; they weren't lying to Lu Mang.

Lu Mang discovered the anomaly here: they were having too much fun inside and used their skills, which resulted in the abnormal wave spectrum detecting them.

Through close-up shots on the big screen, everyone could clearly see that Mirror Ghost Brother had transformed from the face of a mahjong player into the original protagonist of this concert—the brother with the middle parting!

The older brother grinned.

"Let's sing my hit song!"

The 100,000 fans at the scene then realized that from the very beginning, the brother who sang off-key was an imposter!

"I knew it! My brother practices for 25 hours a day, and when he scrapes his finger, he just goes to the hospital for a simple bandage and comes back to keep practicing. How could his skills be so bad!"

"I just said my brother sings terribly, I'm so sorry!"

"My god! You bunch of brainless fans! Is this the time to worry about these things?? The Zuowangdao sect is full of lunatics! Whether we'll even get out of here alive tonight is a question mark!"

"What are you afraid of? With such a commotion, the law enforcement team must have already arrived."

On stage, Shi Qian nodded humbly, then began to sing with an even more off-key voice.

"Ji Ni is so beautiful~~ Ji, you are just too beautiful~~"

This scene was broadcast live in its entirety.

The entire online audience was stunned.

I've never seen a villain like this before!

Kidnapping a city's mayor, a high-ranking official (G7), to a concert and forcing him to kneel and sing "Ji Ni Tai Mei"?

The ability of Zuowangdao to change his expression has also shocked netizens.

Could it be that every practitioner of the Sitting Meditation Dao possesses this ability?

Those around me...

Could there also be a path of forgetting oneself in meditation?

terrible!

Meanwhile, in the basement of Huiye City, the real Shi Qian was also forced to watch the live stream.

Seeing Zuowangdao transform into his likeness, kneeling there singing, Shi Qian was devastated.

Even if I manage to get back safely, I'll have lost face all over the Pacific Ocean!

I'll definitely be laughed at by my family and colleagues in the future.

Look, it's him! He actually likes the guy with the middle part and can even sing "Ji Ni Tai Mei"!

Tut tut...

"What the hell are you playing at! Is this just to humiliate me?? Despicable! Shameless!"

The group of men with mahjong faces guarding Shi Qian burst into laughter.

"If we want to humiliate you, we have even better ways."

"Keep reading, the main event is yet to come."

"This guy still has the energy to curse at us. We didn't beat him enough just now. Beat him until he's smoking!"

Shi Qian's lips twitched, speechless with emotion.

"No, wait, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just stating the facts, not targeting anyone. Hey, hey, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

After a barrage of punches and kicks.

Shi Qian: "I have already behaved myself, please let me go."

This is Xichuan City.

The initial series of explosions was so loud, coupled with the overwhelming number of trending topics on the internet.

No one needed to call the police; the three major security management agencies—the law enforcement team, the Public Security Bureau, and the Special Affairs Bureau—were already mobilized.

However, no matter how quickly they are dispatched, it still takes time.

At least for now, no one has disturbed the performance of the Daoists.

After Shi Qian finished singing on stage, the mirror image of Ghost Brother, who had transformed into the middle-parted brother, clapped excitedly.

"Great! You sang wonderfully!"

After he finished clapping, he looked at the entire audience.

"What are you all standing there for? Clap!"

Nobody listens.

It's not that everyone is disobedient, but rather that they are confused and can't keep up with the Daoist thought process of sitting in oblivion.

Everything that happened today was so damn abstract!

The large screen went out again, and the black screen reflected light, forming a mirror-like surface.

One by one, mahjong-faced figures crawled out of the meditation hall, landed in the crowd, and began to attack indiscriminately.

"Are you all deaf, clapping?!"