60: Chapter 60 Samadhi True Fire? That's just white phosphorus spontaneous combustion!

Su Yun looked at the two smug individuals on the screen, his expression not changing a bit.

He even felt a little like laughing.

He picked up the mineral water on the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip to moisten his throat.

“Samadhi True Fire?”

Su Yun set down the water bottle and sighed, his eyes carrying a look of concern one might give to someone mentally challenged.

“I say, before you guys go out to scam people, can you at least do some homework first?”

“Even though nine years of compulsory education is free, you shouldn't waste it like this.”

Daoist Qingfeng's expression changed. “What do you mean? You want to back out of the bet?”

Su Yun ignored him and spoke to the camera instead.

“Students, especially those still in school, take out your chemistry textbooks.”

“Or open Baidu and search for the term 'White Phosphorus.'”

“White Phosphorus is a white or light yellow translucent solid with very active chemical properties.”

As Su Yun spoke, he gestured with his fingers.

“This stuff has a characteristic: its ignition point is extremely low, only about 40 degrees Celsius.”

“However, if you dissolve it in a Carbon Disulfide solution and apply it to paper...”

“Carbon Disulfide is highly volatile. Once it evaporates, the White Phosphorus particles are directly exposed to the air and undergo a violent oxidation reaction with oxygen.”

“And then...”

Su Yun clapped his hands once.

“Whoosh! It catches fire.”

“This is your so-called 'Heavenly Fire.'”

The atmosphere in the livestream room instantly froze.

The bullet chats that were just spamming 'awesome' suddenly stopped.

Immediately after, the screen was flooded with 'Hahaha' and 'Holy crap!'

“Chemistry teachers are rejoicing!”

“What the hell Samadhi True Fire? It turns out to be White Phosphorus spontaneous combustion!”

“I remember now! We did this experiment in eighth-grade chemistry!”

“Is this Daoist bullying us because he thinks we didn't go to school?”

“I'm dying of laughter. After thirty years of bitter cultivation, he cultivated a chemical reaction?”

Daoist Qingfeng's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He pointed at Su Yun, his finger trembling. “You... You're talking nonsense! This is slander! This is my Dharmic power!”

“Dharmic power, is it?”

A cold sneer curled at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

“Refusing to give up until you face the grim reality.”

His fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times.

“System, check his shopping history.”

[Ding! Query successful!]

Su Yun looked at the information displayed on the screen and read it out directly.

“Taobao Order Number...”

“Order Time: Three days ago.”

“Product Name: High-purity White Phosphorus solution experiment set, comes with Carbon Disulfide solvent.”

“Store Name: Chemical Raw Materials Wholesale Department.”

“Recipient: Wang Tiezhu.”

“Shipping Address: Room 301, Unit 2, Building 4, Huaguoshan Community, Jiangcheng City.”

After Su Yun finished reading, he looked up and watched Daoist Qingfeng with a half-smile.

“Daoist Wang Tiezhu, do I need to read out your phone number too? The last four digits are 7438, right?”

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Daoist Qingfeng looked as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place without moving.

His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were nearly bulging out.

This... How was this possible?

How could he know so clearly?

He even knew the order number?

This was like performing a magic trick on stage, only for an audience member to call out the color of your underwear.

How could he keep playing?

The livestream room completely boiled over.

“Wang Tiezhu? Hahahaha, this name is so down-to-earth!”

“Last digits 7438? Doesn't that sound like 'Are you an idiot'?”

“Confirmed! Even his Taobao records were dug up!”

“This isn't just a slap in the face; it's tearing the skin off his face and stomping on it!”

“Master Su is awesome! This counter-kill was so cool!”

Celestial Master Zhang, who was nearby, also started to panic.

Looking at Daoist Qingfeng's ghostly expression, his heart skipped a beat.

This Su Yun... is truly a bit eerie.

Su Yun didn't give them a chance to catch their breath.

He looked at the camera, his gaze gradually turning cold.

“Using simple chemical principles to play God and deceive the public.”

“Is this your so-called orthodoxy?”

“Is this your so-called acting on behalf of Heaven?”

Su Yun's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

“Wang Tiezhu, you used these methods during this time to defraud seven victims of a total of 485,000 yuan under the guise of exorcisms and rituals.”

“One of them was an old lady who gave you all her pension money to save her sick grandson.”

“How do you plan to settle this debt?”

Daoist Qingfeng... no, Wang Tiezhu's face instantly turned deathly pale.

His legs went weak, and he actually slid right off his chair.

The horsetail whisk he used for posturing fell to the floor.

Because the quality was so poor, the white hairs fell out all over the floor, leaving only a bare stick.

...

The atmosphere in the livestream room was so awkward that one could curl their toes and dig out a three-bedroom apartment.

Wang Tiezhu, the previously overbearing 'Daoist Qingfeng,' was now slumped in his chair.

The bare whisk handle rolled on the floor with a crisp sound, sounding like a harsh slap to his face.

After a brief moment of panic, Wang Tiezhu suddenly straightened his back.

His eyes darted around quickly.

“Nonsense! Pure nonsense!”

Wang Tiezhu roared at the camera, saliva flying everywhere.

“Su Yun, this is malicious slander! I did that to show the believers the wonders of Daoist arts; it was a convenient teaching method. How can you call it a scam?”

“Since you don't believe in my magic, today I'll let you see what true 'bringing the dead back to life' looks like!”

Saying this, Wang Tiezhu waved his hand and shouted to someone off-camera.

“Bring the person up!”

The more than 800,000 viewers in the livestream were all stunned.

Why was the plot moving like a roller coaster?

Wasn't the fraud just confirmed? What other tricks is this guy going to pull?

Two young disciples in Daoist robes were seen huffing and puffing as they pushed a wheelchair into the frame.

A middle-aged man was slumped in the wheelchair.

This man looked truly miserable.

His head was tilted to one side, drool was leaking from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were crossed, and one hand was curled against his chest like a chicken claw, his whole body twitching occasionally.

One could feel the pain of hemiplegia even through the screen.

Wang Tiezhu walked to the side of the wheelchair with an expression of great compassion.

“Believers, this is a follower of mine. Because he was possessed by an evil spirit, he has been paralyzed for three years!”

“All the major hospitals were helpless, and the doctors told him to go home and prepare for his funeral.”

“Today, I will perform a divine technique in front of the entire internet to drive out the evil spirit and let him stand up again!”

The bullet chat instantly exploded.

“Holy crap! He's going this far?”

“Curing three years of paralysis? If this is real, the Nobel Prize in Medicine should be awarded to you!”

“He doesn't look like an actor to me. Look at that drool; it's too realistic.”

“Master Su, what do you say to this?”

Su Yun sat on his end of the screen, twirling his folding fan, that signature playful smile hanging on his lips.

He didn't speak, just quietly watched Wang Tiezhu's performance.

Seeing Su Yun remain silent, Wang Tiezhu thought he was scared and suddenly felt energized.

“Set up the altar!”

He shouted, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from the table, and threw it forcefully at the paralyzed man.

“Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, demons and ghosts, show yourselves!”

While chanting, Wang Tiezhu danced around the wheelchair like a shaman.

His dance moves, well...

He looked like an electrocuted toad, or perhaps a drunk leader of a folk dance troupe.