Lin Heihu was thoroughly baffled. "I didn't! What do you mean, domineering CEO?"
Seeing the three of them staring at him strangely, he could only explain with a bitter smile, "This Small World is quite nice. Ma Shangren governs Heaven's Dao, so what's wrong with building me a temple? You're granting me a title... After all, I'm rather good at being a local earth deity."
"Don't even think about it. A god has to answer all kinds of prayers," Ma Sanniang said with a cold laugh. "I'm the only god in this Small World. You want to steal my livelihood... you rotten old man, you're really wicked!"
Lin Heihu was genuinely stunned. "Only with you could I possibly receive a title."
"I won't grant you one," Ma Sanniang declared loudly. "Not in this lifetime!"
Although Lin Heihu was fairly old, his cultivation was lacking, and he was living under someone else's roof, so he could only accept it.
Still, when Feng Jun was leaving, he secretly sent over a strand of consciousness. "Feng Adept, please don't casually destroy that body. Otherwise, you really will have to find me a spirit cultivator technique."
This trip took Feng Jun quite some time again. By the time he returned, the second batch of cancer patients recruited from the public was basically about to recover.
Feng Jun had not been keeping a close eye on it, because the treatment results from the first batch had already spread widely. In publicity terms, word was beginning to ferment, so there was no need to worry about whether thirty slots would be enough.
What mattered was that, because there were too many monks and too little porridge, many Daoist Orders received large donations. Many people hoped to get help sooner, just like the specialist appointments outside Dragon