Making Big News

"Young Master Fu, since the other party didn't apologize, is this cassette tape useless?"

Another follower took out a cassette tape from his sleeve. It was a recording he had secretly put in his desk drawer during the class meeting.

According to Fu Feng's plan, if Si Ming couldn't withstand the pressure and apologized in public, he would release the tape. At that time, Si Ming would be unable to defend himself. No matter what reason he had, whether he accused the country of doing wrong or bowed down and apologized to Nation of Valor, once the news reached Su State, it would be enough to ruin his reputation. However, Si Ming did not fall for the trick.

"It's alright. There are ways to apologize and ways not to apologize. Regardless of his reaction, he fell into the trap the moment he stepped into the classroom."

Even Xin Jia's persuasion of Si Ming to attend class was secretly pushed by Fu Feng. If he had just said a few words of provocation to the two counselors, given Xin Jia's serious personality, she certainly wouldn't have stood idly by.

In fact, according to Fu Feng's plan, it would be best if he didn't show up himself and let others harass Si Ming. That way, given Si Ming's intelligence-gathering abilities in a foreign country, he wouldn't even know who was behind it if he was tricked.

Unfortunately, those who can get into Sun Wu University are not fools. Every disciple of the Military School strategist knows the saying "Warfare is based on deception." They are all shrewd and clever. One of them accepted Fu Feng's request but did not act immediately. Instead, he had someone investigate Si Ming's background. After learning that Si Ming was the disciple of the great hero Yan Jinghong, he turned pale, cursed Fu Feng for being dishonest, and broke off relations with him to his face. Helpless, Fu Feng had no choice but to step in himself.

"Proceed according to plan. Invite the people from the school radio station to dinner and ask them for a favor, but don't reveal that Si Ming is a transfer student. Just say that there's a classmate you don't get along with and you want to mess with him. It's best to get him drunk so he doesn't have a chance to review the recording."

After an unpleasant meeting, Si Ming returned to his life as a recluse, spending all his time cultivating in his dormitory. This time, in addition to cultivating his Internal Cultivation, he also made "Shennong's Three Fists" a daily must-practice Cultivation Method.

It must be said that although this martial art has a rather unappealing and somewhat rustic name, its effects are truly remarkable, with endless wonders. The more one practices it, the more one can feel its profound mysteries. It continuously taps into Si Ming's physical potential, providing comprehensive enhancements. His Qi and Blood, muscles, bones, skin, and even his spirit are all affected. If this were a game character, one would see Si Ming's attributes showing a comprehensive upward trend, including physique, strength, speed, defense, and spirit...

Even more miraculously, Si Ming's terminal illness was alleviated. If the rate of recovery is estimated, he would be fully cured in just six months—although it is meaningless to him now.

Si Ming pondered that the most suitable people to cultivate the "Shennong's Three Fists" were not those with sudden enlightenment talent like him or those who had undergone body tempering, but rather ordinary people who were born weak and frail with mediocre talent. After cultivating this health-preserving fist technique, they could not only cleanse their marrow and transform their tendons and bones, but also strengthen their foundation, eliminate congenital ailments, and improve their body's resistance. Even after being poisoned, they could use this fist technique to expel toxins from their bodies.

In short, the Ziyue, the greater the benefits. For martial artists like Si Ming who have already reached a certain level, the benefits are limited. Of course, compared to other Cultivation Method, the enhancement is still quite significant. The only drawback is that it is easy to learn but difficult to master. To achieve mastery, one needs a very high level of comprehension, and most people can only learn the basics.

Inside the dormitory room, Si Ming swung his arms, the movements seemingly slow, but his hands were like a nimble, leaping fish, condensing his energy into waves, flexibly using these waves to tumble and leap. This caused ripples to spread outwards in circles, forming vortexes. Suddenly, he shook his arms, and the surrounding air seemed like crashing waves, scattering shattered jade across the sky, transforming into unpredictable shimmering light, surging outwards with enough force to collapse the entire floor.

Just as the airflow was about to hit the wall, Si Ming rubbed his hands together in a circular motion and brought them inward. The flood-like airflow was immediately pulled back by an invisible force and shrank back between his palms. Then he clapped his hands together, and with a "splat," the airflow vanished. The remaining force transformed from hard to soft and scattered outward. First, Si Ming's body trembled, and then the entire building shook a few times.

"There's an earthquake!"

"Don't panic, everyone. Hide under the bed first."

"Hiding my ass! Anyone below the fourth floor, just jump out the window!"

"What are you jumping around for? There's no earthquake here. You must be imagining things."

The entire dormitory building was in an uproar for a while, but it quickly quieted down. After all, the vibration lasted for less than three seconds, and nothing was hit or injured anyone. It soon became one of the many strange tales on campus.

The instigator ignored the commotion, looking at his palm and pondering, "The fact that I couldn't completely dissipate the power in the end proves that I'm still a little short. However, I can still say that I've mastered the fist technique to a high degree, transforming extreme hardness into softness, and great clumsiness into skill. But it will be very difficult to reach perfection next. Hmm... With my talent for sudden enlightenment, this situation shouldn't have occurred, unless it's theoretically impossible. So, what I saw in 'Shennong's Three Fists' is actually a censored version?"

Just as he was pondering this, a rapid knocking sounded at the door, interrupting Si Ming's thoughts. He opened the door and saw Xin Jia standing there in a panic. Upon seeing him, she immediately asked, "Did you hear the broadcast at noon today?"

What broadcast?

Si Ming looked bewildered. Not to mention that he was so engrossed in cultivation that he was oblivious to everything else, he rarely listened to the so-called campus radio broadcasts either. The presence of this thing was comparable to that of Liu Qingqing.

"The broadcast at noon today featured your debate with your classmates the other day, and now quite a few people are calling for you to be taught a lesson."

Xin Jia's face was full of self-blame. If she hadn't gone to persuade Si Ming to go out, this trouble wouldn't have happened. The trouble wasn't that big, but the key was that it had spread too widely and was difficult to deal with. Even if she asked the vice principal to suppress it, it wouldn't be useful. More likely, it would trigger a violent backlash, making something that few people knew about before known to everyone.

Si Ming stroked his chin, pondering, "Interesting. They're actually using a propaganda war. This kind of thing is irrational; no matter what action I take, it's wrong. It seems last time was premeditated, not a spur-of-the-moment decision."

"It was definitely Fu Feng. Getting the school radio station to play a recording that would obviously incite conflict is something no one without connections could do. Besides, tape recorders are rare; most people can't even buy one."

Xin Jia grew increasingly angry as she thought about it, "Now that I think about it, I was very likely used by him too... Just because he has a master who is Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, he thinks he can do whatever he wants? Does he really think I can't do anything to him?!"

Then he said to Si Ming, "Don't go out for the time being, or you can even live off-campus. I'll arrange accommodation for you. Let's stay out of the limelight for now. Although there was an announcement, no one knows who was on the radio or where you live, so there won't be any danger for the time being."

Si Ming shook his head and said, "Backing down and avoiding battle is not my style. When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. I cannot retreat when the other side attacks my door."

Xin Jia was most afraid that Si Ming would act impulsively, so she quickly advised, "Don't worry, I will seek justice for you. The Plundering Fire Soldier King is the Plundering Fire Soldier King, and Fu Feng is Fu Feng. If he intervenes to protect the younger generation, he will be shameless."

Si Ming understood perfectly well that the source of the conflict was between him and Huyan Lie. It was hard to guarantee that the old scoundrel wouldn't personally intervene and tear off the mask. After all, he had personally cut off Hu Yanlie's arm back then. Even though it had grown back, his strength would inevitably be affected. For a martial artist, this was enough to become a deep-seated hatred. Not to mention that Hu Yanlie had ambitious plans to establish his own territory in Russia, but he suffered a crushing defeat, and the Thousand Ren Society, which he had built up over many years, changed hands and benefited others.

Destroying someone's life's work is far more serious than the hatred of having one's wife stolen for a man with a strong sense of career ambition.

So, Yu Shuying was clearly the mastermind behind the scheme against the Thousand Ren Society, single-handedly orchestrating the operation. Why didn't Huyan Lie target her? Was it because she remained behind the scenes and was therefore overlooked? Why is it that when I was the strategist, I used both my brains and my hands, while this guy only had to talk?

While blaming Huyan Lie, Si Ming pondered a solution, "Hiding in the limelight won't help. If I were Fu Feng, I would find someone to stir up trouble, leak my personal information, and slowly build up a storm. Even if I live off-campus, it won't matter. For the local bullies to check your residence, it's just a matter of inviting someone out for a meal."

Xin Jia thought about it and realized it made sense. She felt caught in a dilemma. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, let alone Fu Feng, who had powerful backers. She racked her brains and came up with a solution. "How about this, we can use the school's public address system to explain the whole story to everyone before it blows up into a storm. I believe most people are rational and won't be fooled or used as pawns."

"Use the school broadcast..." Si Ming said with a thoughtful expression.

Xin Jia felt that given Si Ming's competitive nature and his tendency to debate directly with the whole class in class meetings, he was unlikely to agree to her suggestion. After all, explaining a misunderstanding was tantamount to compromising and begging for forgiveness. So she advised, "The situation is against you right now. There's no need to act rashly. There will be plenty of opportunities to avenge this in the future."

Si Ming nodded and said, "You're right, let's do it that way."

"Sigh, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years... Hey, you agreed?"

Si Ming smiled and said, "Of course, didn't you say that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake? I've always preferred to persuade people with reason, and I'm best at explaining things logically. Let's go to the school's broadcasting station now and explain things clearly. I believe everyone at the school is reasonable and will understand my predicament. Even if they don't understand right away, as long as I show sincerity, they will soon understand."

If it were someone familiar with Si Ming, they would never believe his nonsense at a time like this. But Xin Jia had only met Si Ming twice, and although she found him a little Anomalies, she had no choice but to try anything. "It's best if you can figure it out. Let's go to the broadcasting room now. Don't worry, I know their station manager."

Then, she hurriedly took Si Ming and set off for the campus broadcasting room.

Chapter 639 Making a Big News

"Hello? Hello? How do I set up this sound check?"

"Just say two long syllables."

"Mighty--"

The campus radio station, which was usually ignored, immediately attracted the attention of many students because of its noise attack.