Divine Level Witch Doctor

"What an incredible magic trick! I never imagined Zhao Yuan had this kind of talent!" Ma Guotao was thrilled, applauding vigorously. At the same time, he was a little puzzled. 'This bronze statue... it looks awfully familiar, though.'

He wasn't the only one who thought the bronze statue looked familiar. Many of the teachers and students at West Hua Medical University had the same thought.

A sharp-eyed student suddenly shouted in excitement, "That's the Li Shizhen's Bronze Statue from the main lawn! It has to be! I even carved a heart on it a few days ago. Look, on its stomach—isn't that the heart I carved?!"

Everyone's gaze fell upon the statue's stomach, and sure enough, they saw a fist-sized heart!

The crowd, both in the auditorium and online, erupted in an uproar.

The Li Shizhen's Bronze Statue on the lawn was solid metal and incredibly heavy. How on earth did Zhao Yuan get it into the grand auditorium, let alone make it appear on stage?

The crowd's shock and confusion was even greater than before.

Immediately, many students and teachers—both in the auditorium and watching the livestream in their dorms—rushed out, making a beeline for the lawn to see for themselves. They soon reported back: the Li Shizhen's Bronze Statue was really gone! And the most incredible part? The surrounding grass was completely untouched, with not a single trace of digging!

How did Zhao Yuan even get the statue out of the ground? And how did he transport it into the grand auditorium?

Keep in mind, Zhao Yuan's performance was a last-minute act to save the show!

It was simply too magical, too unbelievable!

Amid the shock, Ma Guotao suddenly remembered something. He stood up, turned around, and boomed, "Who was it just now that said they carved a heart on the statue? Report to the Dean's Office tomorrow for your punishment!"

"Huh?" That sharp-eyed student was instantly dumbfounded, while the other teachers and students erupted in jeering laughter, delighting in his misfortune.

Just then, on stage, Zhao Yuan again raised the red cloth in his hand and covered the bronze statue.

The laughter and chatter in the grand auditorium ceased instantly. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide, unwilling to miss a single second. They wondered excitedly, 'What new thing will Zhao Yuan conjure up next?'

Any other magician would have used some form of misdirection to draw the audience's attention, giving them an opportunity for sleight of hand or to activate a hidden mechanism. But Zhao Yuan made no such move.

His performance was, in truth, very amateurish.

But Han Ping and his group didn't dare make that comment again.

They had just called Zhao Yuan an amateur and were immediately proven wrong in the most humiliating way. The metaphorical slap still stung.

In fact, many of them were starting to think that Zhao Yuan wasn't being amateurish at all—he was just supremely confident! 'He must believe no one can see through his mechanism, so there's no need for any distracting antics!'

Under the watchful eyes of the entire audience, Zhao Yuan abruptly yanked the red cloth away, simultaneously activating his Storage Ring and drawing the bronze statue into the Storage Ring Space.

WHOOSH!

Zhao Yuan whipped the red cloth away.

The bronze statue that had been standing on the stage had vanished without a trace.

On the stage, there was nothing but Zhao Yuan and the red cloth in his hand!

"It vanished?!"

Han Ping and his friends shot to their feet in shock. Each of them had their mouths wide open, wanting to scream but finding their throats too dry to make a sound.

They weren't the only ones who had leaped to their feet in shock. Everyone in the grand auditorium was on their feet, wearing the same dumbstruck expression, mouths agape and unable to utter a sound.

For a magic trick, making something appear isn't the hard part. The real difficulty lies in making that same object vanish again!

And this was a life-sized, incredibly heavy bronze statue, vanishing in the blink of an eye!

'Is this really a magic trick? Or is it some kind of spatial Magic?'

This suspicion flashed through many people's minds.

And believe it or not, their guess was remarkably close to the truth. It was a pity, then, that the thought merely flickered through their minds before being dismissed. No one took it seriously.

After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted.

People were clapping and screaming wildly, cheering for the most spectacular performance they had ever seen. Even world-class musicians and dancers like Huang Shijia and Zhang Liping were no exception.

A musician who had previously expressed his doubts clapped as he said to them, "This must be that astounding act you were talking about, right? It truly is spectacular! I shouldn't have doubted you. I apologize..."

Before he could finish, Huang Shijia cut him off. "This act is certainly spectacular, and one could even call it astounding, but it's not the one we were talking about."

The musician's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What? Is there really another act that could be as spectacular as this one?"

"Even more spectacular!" Huang Shijia said excitedly.

'If Zhao Yuan's magic show is this amazing,' he thought, 'then how could the 'Cloud Flying Immortal' performance possibly be anything less?'

His anticipation grew even more intense!

In the back rows, the students of the visiting musicians and dancers all started clamoring at Han Ping.

"Old Han, hurry up and tell us! How did he make the statue appear and then vanish like that?"

"Yeah, yeah, Old Han! You said it was an inflatable prop, but that's obviously not true. Come on, give us the real explanation!"

"That magic show was insane! I doubt even famous master magicians could pull that off. Han Ping, didn't you just say you could easily figure out any trick? What are you spacing out for? Get on with it and tell us how he did it!"

Han Ping's face turned a sickly green.

'Whose side are you people on? Why are you helping Zhao Yuan humiliate me? If I knew the secret to a trick like that, why the hell would I be studying dance? I would've switched careers and become a magician long ago! Even with no other skills, just this one trick would be enough to make a name for myself and live comfortably, you know!'

After taking a deep breath, Han Ping said, "Uh, let's talk about this later. I need to use the restroom first!"

He immediately fought his way through the crowd and bolted in the direction of the restrooms.

At this point, what other choice did he have but to make a tactical retreat to the bathroom?

How sad, how lamentable, how pathetic...

'If I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn't have been such a know-it-all...' Han Ping was filled with regret, but alas, there's no medicine for regret in this world.

On stage, after stowing the Li Shizhen's Bronze Statue in his Storage Ring, Zhao Yuan prepared to leave the stage.

He was, after all, in a hurry to return the Li Shizhen's Bronze Statue.

But seeing him about to leave, the crowd wasn't having it.

"Encore!"

No one knew who started it, but suddenly a voice yelled out at the top of its lungs.

Ma Guotao's expression changed.

'What do you think this is, a comedy club?' he thought. 'Demanding an encore?'

He stood up, shot a glare in the direction of the shout, and then bellowed along with them, "Encore!"

The faces of several vice-principals turned green.

'You're the damn principal, for crying out loud! Why are you joining in on the heckling? Have you no sense of dignity?!'

Then, hearts full of silent judgment, they too stood up and yelled, "Encore!"

Seeing the principal and vice-principals take the lead, the entire auditorium erupted. Over a thousand teachers and students began chanting "Encore!" in unison, their voices loud enough to nearly blow the roof off.

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