1 AM.

Right now, on the Martial Artist Forum—Jiang City District.

"High schooler beats up martial artist" is already ranked fifth on the daily chart, just two spots behind third place, "Ye Qiu's Refinement of the Thorny Demon Dragon."

Because of this post, Ya Ge—Lin Feng's ex-girlfriend—her own thread as "Jiang City's Most Beautiful Demon Spirit Master" had an insane jump from thirteenth to ninth place on the daily chart.

Especially since their couple status has triggered tons of curiosity and discussion among netizens.

A teenage boy who failed on Awakening Day, but has outrageous combat talent.

A girl with average talent, but refined Eighth Grade Enchanting Butterfly on Awakening Day, signed to Ju Xing Club, and was drop-dead gorgeous.

Childhood sweethearts, Shore District, breakup…

So much drama, the gossip elements are off the charts, they even dragged in modern social issues about relationships and values.

This is exactly why the post managed to rocket to fifth place overnight.

Even though it's late, there are still lots of night owls hanging out online.

That "High schooler beats up martial artist" post keeps getting dozens of new comments every ten seconds.

Dozens of comments every ten seconds, hundreds per minute—might sound insane, but compared to the earlier comment tsunami, it's nothing.

There may be fewer comments now, but the hype remains. Netizens are deep in heated debate.

Yang Fan casually scrolled through some comments, and whenever he saw something twisting the facts, he'd jump in to angrily clap back at them.

Ding-dong!

Just then, a soft notification sounded—Yang Fan clicked the mouse and opened his chat group.

The group's called: Jianghu News Agency.

Yang Fan was the group owner—67 total members, with 57 online.

Little Mushroom: "Brother Fan, you there? The story is done. Just sent it. Check?"

Savage Bro: "It's about time—if we wait longer, it won't have impact."

Winter Melon: "About to die of sleepiness, any later and I'm out."

Call Me Beauty: "Hurry up, my big blade can't wait any longer."

Zhang Xiaokai: "Sleep my ass, tomorrow this post might just outblast Ye Qiu, just thinking about it gets me hyped."

…

Reading all the lively chatter, Yang Fan couldn't help but smirk.

This group has existed two years, but for ages there were just four members.

Those four were the core squad of Jianghu News Agency, himself included. To avoid hassles, their other informants never joined.

But now, with the plan to create the Jianghu Martial Arts Club, Yang Fan had no reason to hold back. He added every informant he'd nurtured at school over the past three years.

Yang Fan moved his mouse and downloaded Little Mushroom's file.

The file title: "Love Story."

It's a love story running over a thousand words.

The story tells of a couple growing up childhood sweethearts in Shore District, but in the end, their romance falls apart.

The plot is so dramatic and over the top, even Yang Fan—who knows the real story—is speechless.

Right then, another notification chimes.

Little Mushroom: "Brother Fan, how's the writing?"

Yang Fan: "Writing's good, but does the plot gotta be this outrageous?"

Little Mushroom: "Didn't you say the core of gossip is: as long as you don't twist the facts, the more dramatic the better? Not my problem, I spent three hours writing this, fix it yourself if you want changes."

Yang Fan: "Fine, I'll tweak the title and post it right up."

While chatting, Yang Fan starts editing the comment. After eight years hustling on the Martial Artist Forum, Yang Fan knows how crucial titles are.

Netizens only click on the title, only care about the headlines.

If the first glance doesn't hook them, second glance? Forget about it.

After some edits, Yang Fan changes the comment to: "There's a kind of love called Lin Feng! This is honestly the wildest, most dramatic love tragedy I've ever heard." Then he copy-pastes the story and posts it up on the Martial Artist Forum.

After posting, Yang Fan replies in the group: "All done. Nice hustle tonight, everyone get some sleep. Tomorrow, we watch the fireworks."

He finishes, skips all small talk, and logs off.

Tonight's forum post had been Lin Feng's request for him.

Those photos were all supplied by Lin Feng too.

The goal was simple: make everyone recognize Lin Feng as a next-level genius.

How to do that? Lin Feng didn't say, just told him to sort it out himself.

So his plan is: one sensational love story post. Once it's out there, it's beyond his control.

Still, Yang Fan's confident—the real explosion is about to drop.

...

Shore District.

Just like Yang Fan, even though it's way past midnight, Lin Feng isn't asleep.

Hidden under his blanket, lying sideways, scrolling on his phone—browsing the Martial Artist Forum.

Lin Feng wants to attract sponsors, which means he needs popularity.

Posting on the Martial Artist Forum is just another way to cook up some clout.

Aside from TV news, where else can you blow up your reputation faster than the Martial Artist Forum?

That place's got 300 million registered users. Just in Jiang City, there are ten million browsing every day.

With fame, sponsors notice—then his ad placements get valuable.

But Lin Feng's well aware—even though his combat talent's nuts, even if he can solo a martial artist, without refining a demon spirit, he can only hit Body Cultivator Seventh Rank. Not enough to grab everyone's attention.

So, Lin Feng needs everyone in Jiang City—even the whole country—to know he's a prodigy. Someone who skips grades, can refine Earth Chart demon spirits, and has epic martial arts talent.

He wants his name right up there with Ye Qiu's.

By then, he'll get the Glory Professional Alliance watching him. If luck's on his side, he might even break into the Glory Rookie Chart.

As long as he gets on the Glory Rookie Chart and bags the [Blue Moon Guardian], then in Jiang City—under Blue Moon's protection—no one will dare mess with him.

Lin Feng gave Yang Fan the deadline: get the post into Jiang City district's daily top ten in three days. Tonight, Yang Fan did way beyond that.

That means, Lin Feng's name is now known by millions—maybe tens of millions.

They might not be his fans yet, but at least they know Lin Feng exists—and that's enough.

"Nobody's sleeping?"

Lin Feng's ear twitches slightly—seems like someone bumped into the table or chairs in the living room; there's a creaking sound.

The apartment's soundproofing sucks—in the dead of night, any little noise is super loud.

Maybe today's news was too shocking, too exciting—even his exhausted family seems wide awake, with water-pouring and random bumps echoing from the living room every now and then.

"Definitely time for a new apartment," Lin Feng thinks.

Once those ads sell, he'll move out. His family will finally get to live happy for real.

Living in Shore District's a hassle—life's inconvenient, and with his fame rising, it'll only get worse.

Lin Feng slowly leaves his bed, turns on his bedside lamp, and dims it as low as possible.

He crouches down, leans all the way under the bed, and stays there a moment, hesitating. But finally, from the deepest spot, he pulls out a black iron box.

The box is rusty all over.

It's got a lid, and on the lid are hundreds of tiny holes. Staring at this seemingly ordinary toolbox, even Lin Feng's eyes flash with a trace of fear.

It's like there's some man-eating monster in there!

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