Chapter 121: 118 The Wind Comes

All Baixiaosheng employees arrived in Shen Cheng, and company operations were about to resume after the holiday; Series A funding would be wired on the 10th, but website user numbers had already shown clear growth after February began.

This was the effect of Fen Zhong Media’s advertising.

After the Spring Festival holiday in Shen Cheng, user growth was very rapid.

Or rather, after a brief pause, the user growth rates in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen were all very high.

Baixiaosheng and Fen Zhong Media had reached an agreement.

“Some people are alive, yet already dead; some are dead, yet still alive…” Liang Shan couldn’t help reciting it. This was what the old dean had taught him; he hadn’t understood its meaning before, but now he did.

With the aid of these pure immortal spiritual energies, Qin Feng was confident he could break through to Ancient God Fifth Realm within ten years.

Huang Di, still seething, muttered curses at the two retreating backs, then dragged Xi Men Jing into the kitchen to help prepare the chickens, ducks, and live fish.

“Don’t panic—life is all about this kind of passion,” Old Chen said carelessly.

As if responding to his provocation, Gu Yanfeng’s gaze sharpened, and he raised his hand to attack.

But when he looked up and saw our group, his expression changed drastically—he recognized us.

It was true this place was where he fled and feared, but under these circumstances, he found the courage to rally himself—only because he cared for Tong. He thought she must be his destined savior, someone who could help him overcome time and again the things he once believed he’d flee from for life.

Xi Men Jing’s slap wasn’t random—he infused a trace of spiritual power into his palm, striking precisely at Gao Liang’s Dazhui point. The Dazhui point is a crucial acupoint on the Governor Vessel; pressing it calms the mind and soothes the spirit.

What no one saw was that the King of Amei and Prince Ke Ya both flashed a hint of delight in their eyes—the initiative for tonight was now firmly in their hands.

“No, the doctor said you must drink this now—it’s nutritious and easy to digest. Just drink this. I’ll feed you,” Yan Jingxi sat beside me and said.

Zhao Bi sat below, while Zhao Yong continued studying the governance strategies Zhao Bi had brought over, but some of these ideas Zhao Bi himself considered too advanced—implementation had to align with the nation’s current reality, after all, these weren’t things Zhao Bi himself would do.

Qin Keqing walked through the garden with Rui Zhu, while Ping Er followed Wang Xifeng; it was spring, and flowers were blooming with vibrant petals, especially the peonies and tree peonies, most brilliant of all.

“Excellent, excellent,” Arss said, gazing at the nearly completed church with satisfaction.

“Alright.” Feng Xinglie, upon hearing this, reluctantly set the person down, stood up, and moved aside to make room.

Lin Feng frowned to himself—he had only seen a corner on the right before, but now he could fully survey every direction around him.

Yes, the Big Camp Five: Zhang Shaohan, Wolf Brother Wang Banbi, and a host of veteran rockers drank straight through till dawn.

“I’ll be live-streaming soon—come over and hang out,” Wu Wei signaled Meng Jinxin not to worry, telling her to go home first, change clothes, and freshen up, then come over herself; her fingerprint data had already been registered on the door lock, so she could come anytime.

“Xinxin can’t come, but you can,” Wang Sizhen remembered the lovely Huang Xiaolan from yesterday’s dinner table.

Huang Dan instinctively checked the vegetables she was carrying—could there be something in them that dogs liked?

Because of this auction, the hidden currents no longer lurked beneath the surface—they erupted all at once. Now that Bùyè City was in chaos, the next to fall into turmoil would be the capital, then the imperial palace.

Environment and atmosphere truly subconsciously shape one’s mindset; Wu Yunlin watched Wei Xu leading the way. In his original world, someone who had killed as Wei Xu had would never be as calm as he was now—and the same went for himself: someone born and raised in peace naturally feared killing.