Chapter 1149: Spontaneous Gratitude from an Enthusiastic Crowd!

The Ascend God seed is indeed the decision‑maker.

But the Fourth Stage may not achieve dictatorship.

Lin Yang's analysis hit the point.

Now the big guys are basically teams of about ten.

But the team size will increase rapidly later.

When it reaches a few hundred, management easily runs into problems.

Faith Value is equivalent to wealth.

At least no one is willing to share wealth with strangers.

Especially children who have no achievements and only suck blood.

Before doing anything, one must consider many aspects.

Lin Yang's words seem to lack humanity.

Yet they strike directly at human nature.

Qin Weiyang's Spleen temper instantly flared, "If you were given a chance to live, what would you do?"

Lin Yang replied as a matter of course, "Of course I'd live; I'm not scared at all."

Qin Weiyang already knew he would utter such Double Standard words.

He snorted disdainfully.

"Frankly, I'm considering from different people's perspectives."

"Su Yang is the team leader; we must consider from his position."

"If my leader were someone else, I wouldn't have so many reservations."

"Anyone who disagrees, come and duel me one‑on‑one," Lin Yang said with a roguish grin.

Qin Weiyang rolled a white eye in irritation.

Su Yang Laugh said, "If you truly have such a chance, I wouldn't mind you seeing it through."

"As for the so‑called discordant voices, I will suppress them all and give you ample space."

Lin Yang's eyes flashed, "Really?"

Su Yang hooked his Shoulder, nodded, "Given our relationship, what does this Faith Value amount to?"

"Moreover, in the Fourth Stage we will have Nobility status; just from taxes we can obtain plenty of Faith Value."

"Raising children, what's that to the wealthy? There's plenty of money!"

Upon saying that, excitement surged in Lin Yang's heart.

Nobility—

Sounds really badass.

Wearing this status, bullying the weak should be no problem, right?

Just as he was daydreaming, a sudden clamor erupted behind him.

"What thing is making all this noise?"

Lin Yang suddenly turned, his Pupil instantly hardened.

He saw the area a kilometer behind filled with people.

The massive Brain heads clogged the road, making it impassable.

"Is this... Monster?!" Lin Yang's complexion changed, and he immediately went on guard.

Yue Lan glanced over, eyes flickering.

Then she pressed her palm down, signaling, "Don't panic, that's not a Monster."

Huh?

Lin Yang fixed his gaze, vaguely spotting several faces.

Then, puzzled, he asked, "Where did so many people come from?"

Su Yang vaguely guessed, his expression calm.

In a short while, a massive crowd rushed up, their eyes blazing as they stared at everyone.

Naturally, the leader was Cai Xu.

He was holding a girl in a small dress in his arms.

His other hand held a boy whose eyes were full of curiosity.

"Mr. Demon, the crowd is too enthusiastic, we can't handle it," Cai Xu chuckled.

"I guessed it was you," Su Yang smiled.

"They heard I know you, and the refugee camp is not far from here, so we drove a bus over."

Saying that, Cai Xu pointed a Finger.

Following his gesture, he saw a kilometer away a line of buses parked.

At that moment, an elderly old man stepped out, his murky eyes flashing with scorching Radiance.

He tightly grasped Su Yang's hand, his voice trembling, "Child, thank you."

"You are our benefactor, our White Bear City benefactor!"

"Thank you for purging this sinful city."

Saying so, the surrounding people bowed together toward Su Yang and the others.

Su Yang, seeing this, his eyes softened, hurriedly helped the old man up, "This is within my duties; no need for such grand gestures."

The old man persisted in bowing, Tears faintly glimmering in his eyes.

He spoke sincerely, his voice hoarse and weighty, "We are all from Lower City District, and cannot offer a great gift."

"This sentiment, please be sure to accept it!"

Saying so, he reached into his chest and took out a Cloth Bag.

He forcefully thrust it into Su Yang's hand.

Looking down, he saw the packaging was exquisite, still bearing a trace of fingertip warmth.

Su Yang opened the Cloth Bag and saw inside several bear‑head‑shaped cakes.

The old man took the opportunity to introduce, "This is a specialty of White Bear City, called Bear Cake."

"Inside is red‑bean paste, the crust has been fried several times; I, the old man, made it myself."

"Much of White Bear City's culture has long been forgotten; these surrounding skyscrapers have risen, yet people have forgotten their roots."

"Life is getting better, but the simplest wishes hidden in the hearts of ordinary folk are gradually being discarded."

"I have achieved nothing great in my life, but I hope future generations can pass on White Bear City's spirit and culture."

"And you, not only saved us, but also revived our culture."

"Such a great favor will never be forgotten!"

Seeing the sincere gazes of those around, Su Yang felt deeply honored.

What he has always wanted is Faith.

His deeds are also aimed at profiting from it.

He never expected that shattering the rigid class divide would elicit such a strong reaction from them.

He also did not anticipate how much hope his actions would bring them.

The word "hope" is spoken lightly.

Yet in some people's hearts it feels unbearably heavy.

"Thank you, I will savor it properly."

Saying that, Su Yang picked up a piece and placed it in his mouth.

He took a bite; the sweetness pierced his tongue, and the aroma was abundant.

The crisp, firm crust added extra flavor and texture.

"Very tasty," Su Yang remarked.

"Let me try!"

Lin Yang reached out, took a piece, and also handed one to Qin Weiyang.

The two bit simultaneously, and surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Not bad at all, Fire just right." Lin Yang devoured it in three bites.

He then asked eagerly, "Grandpa, could you teach me how to make this cake? I'd like to make it for them back home."

The old man heard this, broke into a delighted smile, showing a slightly missing tooth, "Alright, alright!"

Lin Yang's words truly struck a chord with him.

Traditional culture fears nothing more than having no successors.

Seeing his earnestness made the old man happier than sending out dozens of Bear Cakes.

It is not merely recognition, but also a transmission.

Just as Lin Yang was earnestly inquiring,

Cai Xu suddenly waved his hand and shouted, "Fellow villagers, let 'Demon' sir truly feel our enthusiasm!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd cheered and surged forward.

Qin Weiyang was surrounded by a dozen women, who suddenly lifted her up.

Zhang Tiancheng and the others were not spared; they were all seized and prevented from leaving.

Su Yang became a 'Key Care Target'.

Countless hands surged forward, nearly breaching the defense.

"Hey, wait a moment!"

But the enthusiastic villagers gave him no chance to react.

They tossed Su Yang high and caught him, with cheers nonstop.

"Wuhu!"

Su Yang rose and fell again, his face beaming with joy.

Gaining the crowd's approval, it was not a wasted trip.

But as they kept tossing him, Su Yang began to feel something was off.

His complexion changed instantly, and he shouted:

"Who's pinching my butt?!"

"What a tonic!!"