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In the restaurant of the hotel, a rather private gathering was in full swing.
Wen Yi spoke with a sour tone, disparaging Ding Qingya, “That bastard Fang Lin Kong is now riding high, surrounded by countless beautiful girls, completely lost in his own success!”
Ding Qingya ignored Wen Yi's slander, her eyes filled with affection as she gazed at Fang Lin Kong, who was being besieged by a group of Super Girls not far away.
Ever since Fang Lin Kong had plagiarized ancient musical achievements to support Cen Xiaoying, these Super Girls had shown an unusual enthusiasm. Everyone knew that although these girls were currently being celebrated by the media like superstars, they were merely covering others' famous works. No one was writing lyrics or composing music for them. With just one original song of their own, they could instantly become a nationwide sensation. Many singers had risen to fame with just one hit.
Cen Xiaoying had already taken the lyrics and music that Fang Lin Kong had stolen as her main single. Even before the album hit the market, it had already been streamed and downloaded over a hundred million times online.
However, even if Voidbreaker had long since ascended, he probably wouldn’t come back to Earth to sue Fang Lin Kong over copyright issues. Fang Lin Kong didn’t care about taking advantage of the situation after having already claimed Voidbreaker's Pure Yang Golden Elixir and all his lifelong treasures.
Cen Xiaoying and Wen Yi were quite familiar with each other, and their conversations were filled with laughter and joy. Although Fang Lin Kong was unable to escape, Ding Qingya wasn’t upset at all. After all, having her boyfriend praised was also a source of pride for her.
This gathering was organized by Ice King. As an ancient being who had lived for a millennium, he understood the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry well. Therefore, he didn’t take center stage but allowed Ding Qingya and her friends to invite those they were closer to. If certain fans knew that this group of girls was gathered here, they would probably scream in excitement. Almost all of the top twenty Super Girls were present.
After much effort and empty promises, Fang Lin Kong finally managed to extricate himself from the situation. These girls couldn’t be scolded or ignored; he had to keep smiling and appeasing them, which made it quite difficult for someone as straightforward as Fang Lin Kong. Meanwhile, Ding Qingya watched with a smile, showing no intention of helping him out.
Fang Lin Kong cursed inwardly, “That brat is actually enjoying watching me make a fool of myself! Just wait until we get home; I’ll show you!” At that moment, he regretted his actions; he felt that stealing from others was morally wrong. So even though he was pressured by the beautiful girls, he only offered perfunctory responses and refused to engage further.
Finally returning to Ding Qingya’s side, Fang Lin Kong plopped down and gulped down a drink. He had long been parched and exhausted. His current state was worse than after battling several powerful monsters. He looked at Wen Yi, who wore a sly smile, and snapped irritably, “With so many beauties around you, why are you just sitting here? If any of them took a liking to you, you wouldn’t have to shout about being single or having no girlfriend or wife anymore.”
Wen Yi felt embarrassed at his words; this kind of awkwardness exposed in public made even his thick skin blush slightly. Just as he was about to retort, a clear voice rang out like a silver bell beside him.
“Fang Lin Kong! You just made so many unrealistic wishes! I don’t care about others; for my song lyrics and music, you must produce them within a limited time. Otherwise… hmph! You’ll regret it!”
At that moment, it was Zhou Liangying who came over to speak.
She had gotten to know Fang Lin Kong a bit better, and after that awkward incident, they were more familiar with each other. Therefore, their conversation became less formal, and Fang Lin Kong found himself dodging questions just as he had done with others earlier.
After all, having someone create custom lyrics and music for these girls was a significant advantage. Although they might eventually sign with entertainment companies to become singers or performers, the gap between first-tier and second-tier stars, between famous and obscure figures, was vast. If they could seize this opportunity, their future achievements could be limitless; otherwise, they might have to endure tenfold or even a hundredfold hardships without guaranteed success.
The lyrics and music that Fang Lin Kong created for Cen Xiaoying had spread across the country in just a few days. In fact, the situation at that time had repeatedly made headlines in major entertainment newspapers. The promotional effect was simply outstanding.
Ding Qingya had a very good relationship with Zhou Liangying. As she hurriedly chimed in, Fang Lin Kong felt that he had been quite awkward last time and was naturally willing to make amends when given the chance. However, he decided to avoid the issue of plagiarizing Voidbreaker's music rights. Fang Lin Kong agreed on the spot but planned to have Ice King find a few world-renowned lyricists and composers to create something tailored for Zhou Liangying. As for Ding Qingya, Fang Lin Kong had no intention of letting his girlfriend enter this industry.
While the group was engaged in lively discussion, a sudden commotion of footsteps interrupted as a group burst into the restaurant.
When Fang Lin Kong saw the leading man, it was none other than Wu Young Master, the one he had previously beaten up. He didn't even have the interest to look at him again. However, beside Wu Young Master stood a stout man with a face like a toad—an innocent man whom Fang Lin Kong had also beaten up twice. It was unclear why he would come to the capital to embarrass himself.
As soon as these people entered, the previously lively atmosphere instantly turned cold. Fang Lin Kong glanced at Ding Qingya, who looked somewhat pale, and gently asked, "What are those two doing here?"
Ding Qingya whispered back, "Fang Lin Kong! Don't cause trouble; those two have powerful backgrounds. I don't know what they're here for, but they're not good people. They often look for opportunities to invite these sisters out for meals. Most of us don't dare offend them and usually decline their invitations, but it's quite bothersome."
The Toad-Faced Man immediately burned with anger upon seeing Fang Lin Kong and was about to stride over when Fang Lin Kong shot him a glare that made him shrink back. Fang Lin Kong's fists were sharp and ruthless; being kicked out in public was not something anyone would take pride in. Wu Young Master also changed his expression upon seeing Fang Lin Kong; his previous experience made him somewhat fearful. Such a person would rather suffer in silence than lose face publicly. Since Fang Lin Kong was someone who wouldn't be easily intimidated or swayed, it was unlikely they could ignore him.
Seeing the awkwardness in the air, Ice King stepped forward with a smile and greeted them, "What brings you two here? Such refined taste!"
Wu Young Master chuckled dryly and replied, "I heard there's a gathering here. How could I not come to support it? After all, I'm also a fan of Super Girl!"
Ice King smiled lightly and said, "It's unfortunate! This gathering isn't hosted by me. It seems the host doesn't recognize Wu Young Master either; hence you weren't notified—please don't take offense!"
Ice King's entertainment company wasn't well-known, and Australia wasn't exactly a hub for the entertainment industry. Therefore, Wu Young Master didn't regard Ice King highly; upon hearing about the Super Girl gathering, he rushed over without considering whether he would be welcomed by the host. Just as he was about to ask who was hosting the event, Ice King pointed at Fang Lin Kong and casually stepped aside.
Seeing Fang Lin Kong comfortably seated on the sofa while Ding Qingya fed him oranges made Wu Young Master hesitate to approach him. He could only chuckle awkwardly and say, "I have other matters to attend to; I must leave now."
The crowd around him completely ignored his presence, making his attempts at attention seem overly self-important.
Under normal circumstances, he would have barked loudly for everyone to notice him. However, both Wu Young Master and the Toad-Faced Man's subordinates had suffered losses at Fang Lin Kong's hands. Seeing this fierce young man, who seemed oblivious to their presence, they all shrank back, too afraid to make a scene.
Ice King watched the unexpected guest with a smile, quietly retreating from the scene. He couldn't help but admire Fang Lin Kong's intimidating presence. At his age, he had long lost the urge to fight physically; although he possessed more ruthless methods, he looked down on using them against such spoiled brats. Moreover, as a monster, he had his own concerns—after all, China was the birthplace of Eastern Mysticism, filled with hidden talents and experts. He didn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble.
Fang Lin Kong's eyes fell upon these annoying figures once more, and a sudden thought crossed his mind. With a flick of his fingers, two small golden lights shot into the ground as he released two Wutu Zhenluo that had been transformed into Seeking Demon Bugs to track this group.
In theory, any insect could be trained into a Seeking Demon Bug, but Fang Lin Kong's Wutu Zhenluo were ancient and fierce creatures of the earth element. They not only fed on human essence and blood but also possessed the ability to move through walls and underground. For these Wutu Zhenluo, no man-made structure could hinder their passage.
Aside from the restaurant, the Toad-Faced Man hurriedly took his leave while the man named Wu headed straight for the top floor; he had actually booked a room in this hotel.
Through the Seeking Demon Bug, Fang Lin Kong could see everything clearly through Wutu Zhenluo's eyes.
Inside Wu's room were two or three dozen men who looked extremely fierce. Each of them wielded various clubs and knives, and among the leaders were several who had bulging waistbands that concealed firearms. Gun control in China is strict; unlike in America where civilians can legally own guns, anyone carrying firearms here was likely a dangerous criminal.
At this point, Fang Lin Kong lost interest in what these people had to say. With a mental command, one Wutu Zhenluo suddenly burst from the ground and silently flew towards Wu Young Master’s back. It gently circled around to his ear before swiftly burrowing inside.
Wu Young Master was in the midst of reprimanding this group of Desperados and harbored deep hatred for Fang Lin Kong. Throughout his life, he had relied on his family background to roam freely in China. Whatever he wanted was always within reach without any effort; things would simply come to him. After losing face so dramatically this time, he vowed to saw off Fang Lin Kong's limbs and feed him to the fish in Kunming Lake.
As the Wutu Zhenluo invaded his mind, it immediately began to brainwash him and replace Wu Young Master's consciousness.
To the eyes of these Desperados, they only saw their temporary leader shudder as his expression turned vacant. In an instant, an overwhelming force radiated throughout the hotel room.
Having been nurtured and refined through Liexiezi for thousands of years, the Wutu Zhenluo had developed considerable intelligence—its IQ even surpassing that of ordinary humans—and its demonic aura was stronger than that of typical monsters. The aura index of a single Wutu Zhenluo could reach hundreds or even thousands.
Receiving its master's instructions to occupy the body of this young human male, the Wutu Zhenluo greedily absorbed Wu Young Master's memories and life experiences. Yuan Shen rapidly grew stronger within its new host.
The Desperados initially looked down on this young master, but the power of money was undeniably strong. However, the Wu Young Master, who had been speaking confidently, suddenly paused and then became strange, causing unease among the group. The once seemingly weak Wu Young Master exuded an aura that was truly bizarre. The terrifying sensation of confronting a ferocious beast in the wilderness made even these black market fighters, notorious criminals accustomed to killing, feel a deep sense of fear.
Fang Lin Kong withdrew his thoughts, secretly astonished. As a citizen of a state-run media country, the information available to the public was always limited. Although rumors circulated wildly online, most were false, with only a fraction containing any truth. While it was said that the number of wealthy individuals was increasing, Fang Lin Kong had no real concept of it in his mind. He himself was part of the rapidly rising wealthy class, with all his income being gray-area money. Yet, the wealth of this Wu Young Master left him speechless.
Fang Lin Kong could also browse through the experiences absorbed by Wutu Zhenluo. There was no need to mention Wu Young Master's real name; he was the behind-the-scenes boss of the largest supermarket chain in the country. In major provincial capitals and municipalities like Shanghai, Beijing, Hangzhou, Suzhou, Nanjing, Chongqing, Chengdu, Harbin, and Shenyang, he owned numerous businesses. Additionally, he had real estate holdings, engaged in international trade, owned film companies, and many other enterprises, with assets reaching hundreds of billions. Every year, there were also substantial undisclosed assets flowing into his accounts. If such a person's information were to be made public, he would certainly have a place on Forbes.
Among these amassed fortunes lay countless unspeakable dealings that Fang Lin Kong preferred not to know about.
"Damn it! I just wanted to get rid of a nuisance and ended up bringing disaster to the Chinese people!"
Fang Lin Kong cursed inwardly as he allowed Wutu Zhenluo, possessing Wu Young Master’s body, to deal with those underworld figures.
Originally planning to leave Beijing the next day, Fang Lin Kong and his companions found themselves unable to return for the time being. While Fang Lin Kong didn’t care much about his studies anymore, Wen Yi and the others did; although they themselves felt that continuing school was pointless, their parents would never agree.
Thus, the four discussed and decided that the least concerned Chen Mingbin would go back first to ask for leave. Wen Yi and Ma Jingjie would stay a few more days.
Once the excitement had been stirred up, those who benefited from it would not want it to cool down quickly. Therefore, more activities awaited these new young idols.
Although Fang Lin Kong could enjoy some freedom for now, he ultimately could not stay by Ding Qingya's side forever. He had challenges he needed to face as well. Just when Fang Lin Kong was unsure of what to do next, an unusual phone call brought him unexpected news.
It was already deep winter; those living in the south might never experience snowfall in their lifetime or realize how low temperatures could drop. Fang Lin Kong was born in a city in Northeast China; for him, this country’s coldest place might just be where he came from. Perhaps temperatures on the Tibetan Plateau could be harsher, but its permanent population was far too small.
As he strolled slowly through the area at nightfall, Fang Lin Kong felt a slight thrill inside.
At this moment, it was already quite late—around two in the morning—making it nearly impossible to legally visit this sacred place at such an hour. Fang Lin Kong had come here purely by chance after receiving a call from someone he wasn’t very familiar with but who held significant importance in his life.
The person who called him was not only a beautiful woman but also someone very difficult to deal with.
Elder Green Brow of the Zao Ge Sect, the leader of the Yinshan Sect, had unexpectedly found his way to Fang Lin Kong. What urgent matter could he possibly have?
Recently, things had calmed down a bit, allowing Fang Lin Kong some time to browse the internet. He often visited websites established by the youkai themselves, such as the International Yokai Blog Alliance, China Non-Human Network, and Silent Night Demon Book. These were his primary sources for news about the youkai world. Recently, international news regarding the youkai community had been buzzing, particularly about the Blood Clan's Hundred Years' War. After his battle with Zhang Bailun, Fang Lin Kong had become a well-known figure in the Dark World, his reputation soaring to rival that of Kyo Kusanagi. The ongoing division within the International Yokai Alliance remained a hot topic, with discussions about Yuan Qian Kun's whereabouts generating significant clicks. Originally, the International Yokai Alliance was just a loose coalition, but Zhou Qingzhe and Zhang Rongying's attempts to unify these disparate members faced ever-increasing opposition.
However, none of this news could compare to the sensational challenge issued by Liexiezi against Arlen Xuding Si. In this information age, within just a few days, all available data on Liexiezi had been uploaded online. The shocking news of a millennia-old Taoist breaking through to challenge Allen spread like wildfire. Would it be Heavenly Demon Slayer or Holy Light Breaks the Demon? Speculations ran rampant.
Domestically, news focused on three major highlights. Kunlun had summoned its nine legendary celestial weapons in an attempt to reorganize the Golden Light Phosphor Demon Sword Formation, causing quite a stir. Recently, Kunlun's recruitment numbers had more than tripled compared to previous years, attracting many with ulterior motives.
Another highlight was Wen Zhongda's return. This genius Taoist was said to be China's most promising candidate for reaching Divine Extremity and reportedly had unanimous support from Kunlun's ranks while secretly cultivating a mysterious technique from Kunlun Celestial Path. According to online claims, once Wen Zhongda emerged from seclusion, he would be nearly invincible.
Then there was the internal division within Zao Ge Sect. All related Taoist sects, youkai, businesses, and groups were drawn into this turmoil. Even Fang Lin Kong knew that Green Brow was a strong contender for leadership within Zao Ge Sect.
"But what does this have to do with me? She wouldn't ask me for help, would she?"
Fang Lin Kong genuinely wondered about this. He couldn't decide whether it would be better to agree to help Green Brow or to refuse her request. Although he was already dealing with enough trouble as it was, he remained quite curious about this sect that practiced Ghost Path.
Fang Lin Kong was no longer who he used to be; his spiritual awareness now covered most of Yanjing City. As soon as Green Brow's presence appeared, he locked onto it immediately. However, what surprised him was that there was another faint aura nearby—one he would not have noticed if he hadn't been paying close attention.
"What’s going on? Is she trying to set me up with a girlfriend?"
Fang Lin Kong fell into contemplation. He wasn't worried about any schemes Green Brow might have against him.
Green Brow's hiding place was rather remote. However, once she took to the sky, her speed increased dramatically. Within just over ten minutes of waiting, Fang Lin Kong saw her figure enveloped in a light green mist. Yet he did not see the source of that elusive ghostly aura.
Upon seeing Fang Lin Kong, Green Brow seemed relieved and smiled brightly as she said, "Fang Lin Kong, you really are trustworthy! I was worried you wouldn’t come!"
Fang Lin Kong spread his fingers wide as a Battle Barrier formed around him. In an instant, all grand buildings vanished. On the vast expanse of land stood a massive stone forest scattered across it. Green Brow floated in mid-air with a frown and asked, "Fang Lin Kong, what do you want? Are you looking to fight your big sister?"
Fang Lin Kong comfortably stretched out his limbs, lying in mid-air, and casually remarked, "My Battle Barrier is unlike anyone else's! Not only does it provide an almost perfect combat space, but it also has its own rules. No matter what kind of existence it is, nothing can be detected from the outside. To infiltrate my Battle Barrier, at least one must be on the level of Kyo Kusanagi; otherwise, it's just not possible!"
Green Brow chuckled lightly, ready to speak, but then noticed the slightly sarcastic smile in Fang Lin Kong's eyes. Startled, she swallowed her words.
At that moment, a lazy yet charming voice interjected from a third party: "Little brother Fang Lin Kong truly lives up to the reputation of the newly risen Blood Clan Grand Duke, the most promising star of the new generation aiming for Divine Extremity! My presence has been well concealed, yet it seems I couldn't escape your Spiritual Awareness, little brother Fang. Just based on this skill alone, I should be honest with you!"
As the voice faded, a faint white smoke began to rise beside Green Brow.
The smoke coalesced into form, revealing an elderly man dressed in ancient robes with a high crown. If it weren't for the eerie aura he had just displayed, this old man could indeed be described as having an ethereal presence.
"I am Xu Huan of Beiming Mountain! One of the three leaders of the Yinshan Sect alongside Miss Green Brow."
Fang Lin Kong was no longer the rookie he once was; the name Xu Huan resonated in his heart like thunder.
If one were to ask who the most formidable old ghost in this world was, there would be no need for deliberation. Ghost Ancestor Xu Huan was the only one deserving of that title. Cultivating the path of ghost immortals was far more perilous and bizarre than that of celestial immortals. Although Ghost Ancestor Xu Huan was not one of Kyo Kusanagi's ilk, he could certainly be considered one of the top figures on this planet. The ability he had just displayed—turning nothing into something—indicated that his power was at least on par with that of the Ice King.
Such an old master could be counted on one's fingers in this world. Fang Lin Kong had encountered two in just a few days; it truly was extraordinary.
Faced with this venerable figure from the cultivation world, Fang Lin Kong did not dare to be disrespectful. He slightly bowed in mid-air and said, "Senior Ghost Ancestor, you must have at least eight thousand years of cultivation. Even my master is your junior. I was unaware of your arrival today; I apologize for not welcoming you properly!"
(To be continued)
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