I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Brothers, did I hear wrong, or did Zhang actually say he's going to prove the existence of the soul!"

"Damn, a live ghost-catching show? I've never seen such a scene before?"

"Is this really something that can be broadcast? Does it conform to socialist core values?"

"If souls are really brought out, it'll be another huge battle between idealism and materialism!"

No one expected a press conference to escalate to such a situation.

"Haha, how ridiculous, the existence of the soul?" A group of older scholars who believed greatly in science all revealed a look of mockery.

"You're the ignorant ones," Zhang Menglong retorted unabashedly, "Have you seen a person's soul? If not, then shut up, it will make you look foolish, calling yourselves scientists. Haven't you learned to regard everything with a scientific perspective despite your age?"

"Alright then, we would be grateful if Mr. Zhang could demonstrate the existence of the soul for us ignorant people."

Those harboring ulterior motives wore the look of spectators to a show, firmly believing proving the existence of the soul was downright impossible!

"Miss, may I use the bell charm on your ankle?" Zhang Menglong approached one of the staff members and pointed at an accessory on her ankle,

"Of course," the girl took off the bell charm and handed it to Zhang Menglong.

"Next is the moment to witness a miracle!"

While everyone looked on with confusion and disbelief, Zhang Menglong began to shake the bell charm he held, which emitted a sound at a fixed and special frequency.

"What's he doing?"

"I don't know, why do I feel so creeped out?"

"A Nobel Prize in Physics laureate is actually declaring he'll prove the existence of the soul to the whole world; it's just too outrageous."

"Zhang looks like some fortune-teller!"

Suddenly, the bodies of those scholars who had doubted Zhang Menglong seemed to freeze in place. Their pupils dilated several times over in an instant, and then their rigid bodies began to tremble slightly.

"Ah!"

"Don't come over! Don't come near me!"

"Help! What is this thing!"

Their eyes turned bloodshot, and they began retreating in panic, flailing their arms as if some terrifying entity was attacking them.

But to the people around, it looked as though they were suddenly suffering from Parkinson's disease.

"What's wrong with these people? They haven't seen ghosts, have they?"

"How is that possible? Is this really science?"

"If the soul of a person truly exists, then it is necessarily composed of a material, just one that might be beyond our understanding."

At this moment, the whole world was plunged into shock.

Some suspected Zhang Menglong had rigged something, but this challenge was raised on the spot, leaving no time for Zhang Menglong to prepare. As for those scholars, they truly held great animosity towards him, so they couldn't be shills.

Could Zhang Menglong really have used some method to make them witness the existence of the soul?

In fact, before he arrived at the Super God Academy, Zhang Menglong did not believe in any supernatural beings, but the existence of Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian convinced him that souls do exist.

A human's soul is an energy entity, invisible and intangible. However, when these energy particles vibrate at a very special frequency, once they resonate with the human body, they can be seen.

Of course, this kind of energy is an unconscious entity and poses no threat to humans. After a period of time, it will transform into other forms of energy in nature.

Only under some very special circumstances do these energy entities carry some of the instincts they had in human life.

Zhang Menglong rang the bell specifically to modulate the frequency of the soul energy to match that of those scholars.

Each individual's fixed frequency is different, so only they could see it; of course, such manipulation is impossible for ordinary people and instruments. Zhang Menglong also used some of his own abilities to a certain extent.

Therefore, the scholars showed expressions of panic because they saw souls surrounding them, roaming aimlessly like individuals stripped of consciousness, and once their frequencies aligned, those souls with special instincts would detect their presence and might launch extreme attacks.

More importantly, the human soul retains certain characteristics from the time of death. Those deaths caused by car accidents, falls, or fires made the appearance of these souls quite terrifying.

That was precisely what had just happened.

Zhang Menglong stopped shaking the bell, and the souls that had appeared before those five or six scholars vanished all at once. They suddenly seemed drained of all strength and collapsed to the ground.

And the look they gave Zhang Menglong was filled with fear!

Because they did not understand the nature of the soul, humans often harbor fear towards the unknown.

"Gentlemen, were you satisfied with my demonstration just now?" Zhang Menglong lifted the bell in his hand, "If any of you think I'm an academic fraud, I can let you have another look. You could also find some instruments to study the physical composition of these souls; maybe the next Nobel Prize will be yours!"

"No, no, no!"

The expressions of several people instantly turned to sheer panic again. They did not want to witness such a scene ever again; that few seconds of terror might take a lifetime to heal.

"What is that smell? Why does it stink so much?"

"Damn, look at the ground—they've pissed themselves!"

"Hahaha, they got scared *piss*less, huh?"

"Right, who were they again? From the Royal Physical Laboratory of Europe?" Someone deliberately said their origins aloud.

"Staff, please escort the professors to change their underwear. Put the cost of the underwear on my tab," Zhang Menglong laughed, "Make sure to buy a good pair, lest others say that we Huaxia people not only lack in scientific research capabilities but are also stingy."

"Hahaha!"

"That was a murderously incisive remark!"

"I really want to know what they actually saw."

"No, you don't!"

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"Mr. Zhang, what did you just do?" Sa Xining asked bravely.

"Didn't they want me to prove the existence of the soul? I simply let them see for themselves."

"Sorry for giving everyone a scare," Zhang Menglong spoke to the camera, "Actually, the soul does indeed exist. If any scholars are interested, they could study it from the perspectives of energy and physics. The key lies in frequency. If we can improve the precision of our highest-accuracy frequency measurement instruments by an order of magnitude, proving this conclusion should be quite easy."

Zhang Menglong returned the bell to the staff member and went back to the interview area, "So, does anyone have any more questions?"

The scene was silent. Although they had only seen the reactions of the scholars from the Royal Physical Laboratory, regardless of whether there was any trickery involved, Zhang Menglong seemed to possess much knowledge unknown to them.

"If not, then I ask you to shut your mouths from now on and stop doubting the capabilities of the Huaxia people. We are the country with the longest history in the world, and our wisdom is not something you people can question."

"Indeed, we went through a period of decline, but now, Huaxia is no weaker than any other country."

Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "By the way, if there are still doubts about Huaxia, our National Day is in half a month. As usual, we'll hold a grand military parade and warrior demonstration, and I hope you will do us the honor of watching!"

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