Man-Eating Monster

It was 1 AM.

On the Jiang City section of the Martial Artist Forum.

"High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist" had already climbed to fifth place on the daily rankings, just two spots behind "Ye Qiu Refines Thorn Demon Dragon" at third.

Because of this post, Yage, Lin Feng's ex-girlfriend and known as Jiang City's most beautiful Demon Spirit Master, had also surged into the top ten from thirteenth place on the daily rankings, now sitting at ninth.

Especially their past relationship had sparked significant curiosity and discussion among netizens.

One was a youth who failed his Awakening Day but possessed extraordinary combat talent.

The other was a beautiful maiden with average talent who refined the Eighth-Rank Charm Butterfly on her Awakening Day and signed with the Juxing Club.

Childhood sweethearts, from the Anbian Residential Area, a breakup...

There was so much to talk about, an explosion of gossip elements, even touching upon modern societal issues of emotion and values.

This was also one of the reasons the post had managed to reach fifth place on the daily rankings in just one night.

Although it was very late, there were still quite a few netizens who were night owls.

For the post "High School Student Beats Up Martial Artist," dozens of new comments appeared every ten seconds.

Dozens of comments every ten seconds, hundreds per minute. While seemingly a lot, it was very few compared to the tsunami of comments that had appeared earlier.

Even though the comments had decreased, the heat had not diminished at all; netizens were engaged in heated discussions.

Casually browsing through a few comments, Yang Fan would occasionally reply and angrily refute those that distorted the facts.

Ding dong!

Just then, a faint notification sound came. Yang Fan lightly clicked his mouse and opened the chat group.

It was a chat group named: Jianghu News Agency.

Yang Fan was the group owner. The total number of people in the group was 67, with 57 online.

Little Mushroom: "Brother Fan, are you there? The story is ready, I've sent it to you. Can you take a look?"

Sharp Big Brother: "It's about the right time. Any later and the effect won't be as good."

Winter Melon: "I'm so sleepy, I can't hold on any longer if it gets any later."

Call Me Beauty: "Let's start quickly, my big knife can't wait any longer."

Zhang Xiaokai: "Sleep my ass, this post might directly blow Ye Qiu away tomorrow. Thinking about it makes me excited."

Looking at the active messages from the group members, a slight smile appeared on Yang Fan's lips.

This group had been created two years ago, but the number of members had always remained at four.

These four people, including himself, were the core members of the Jianghu News Agency. To avoid trouble, their other informants were not added to the group.

But now, with the intention of establishing the Jianghu Martial Arts Society, Yang Fan naturally had no reservations. He had added all the informants he had maintained at school for the past three years.

Yang Fan moved his mouse and received the file sent by Little Mushroom.

The filename was: "Love Story."

It was a love story over a thousand words long.

The story described the love story of a couple who lived in the Anbian Residential Area and grew up together as childhood sweethearts, but eventually parted ways.

The story was so melodramatic and convoluted that even Yang Fan, who knew the truth of the matter, was somewhat speechless.

Just then, a ding-dong sound came.

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

Yang Fan: "The writing is good, but does the plot need to be so melodramatic?"

Little Mushroom: "Didn't you say the core principle of gossip is: besides not distorting the facts, the more melodramatic the better? I don't care anymore, I spent three hours writing it. If you want to change it, change it yourself."

Yang Fan: "Alright, I'll just modify the title and it can be posted."

While chatting, Yang Fan began to write comments. As an old hand who had been active on the Martial Artist Forum for eight years, Yang Fan knew the importance of the title.

Netizens were drawn in by the title, by the highlights.

If they couldn't attract their attention at first glance, they wouldn't even look a second time.

After some modifications, Yang Fan changed the comment to: "There's a kind of love called Lin Feng! This is the most melodramatic love tragedy I've ever heard in my life." Then he copied the content and posted it on the Martial Artist Forum.

After posting the comment, Yang Fan replied in the group: "Alright, everyone cooperated well tonight. Go to bed early, we'll see the situation tomorrow."

After saying that, he had no intention of continuing to chat and went offline.

The forum post tonight was a task assigned to him by Lin Feng.

Those photos were also provided by Lin Feng.

The goal of the task was simple: to let everyone know that Lin Feng was an unparalleled genius.

As for how to implement it, Lin Feng didn't say, telling him to figure it out himself.

And his method was a melodramatic love story. After the post was published, it was no longer something he could control at will.

But Yang Fan could trust that the true explosion of this post was about to arrive.

Anbian Residential Area.

Like Yang Fan, even though it was already past midnight, Lin Feng hadn't slept.

Hiding under his covers, he lay on his side, scrolling through his phone and browsing the Martial Artist Forum.

Lin Feng wanted to attract sponsors, which was why he needed fame.

Posting on the Martial Artist Forum was also aimed at boosting his popularity.

Besides the television news, where else was easier to gain fame than the Martial Artist Forum?

The Martial Artist Forum had 300 million registered members, and even in just Jiang City, tens of millions of people browsed it daily.

With fame, he could attract the attention of sponsors, and his sponsorship fees would be valuable.

However, Lin Feng also knew that although his combat talent was indeed strong, and he could truly beat up a Martial Artist, he couldn't refine Demon Spirits. With only Seventh Stage Body Cultivation, it was destined to be difficult for him to attract everyone's attention.

Therefore, Lin Feng wanted everyone in Jiang City, and even the entire country, to know that he was a genius, an unparalleled genius who could challenge those above his rank, refine Earth Ranking Demon Spirits, and possessed outstanding Martial Arts talent.

He wanted his name to be on par with Ye Qiu's.

At that time, he would attract the attention of the Glory Professional League. If he was lucky, he might even enter the Glory Rookie Rankings.

As long as he entered the Glory Rookie Rankings and obtained the [Blue Moon Guardian], no one in Jiang City, under the protection of Blue Moon, would dare to harm him.

Lin Feng's task for Yang Fan was for the post to enter the top ten of the Jiang City daily rankings within three days, and Yang Fan had exceeded expectations.

This meant that millions, or even tens of millions, of people now knew the name Lin Feng.

Although they weren't Lin Feng's fans, at the very least, they knew who Lin Feng was, and that was enough.

"Still not sleeping?"

Lin Feng's ears twitched slightly. The table and chairs in the living room seemed to have been bumped, making a creaking sound.

The soundproofing of the house wasn't good, and in the quiet night, any slight sound was amplified.

Perhaps it was the unbelievable and surprising news of the day, but even his family, who were originally tired, seemed to be suffering from insomnia. Sounds of drinking water or bumping into things could be heard from the living room from time to time.

"It's time to move," Lin Feng thought.

As soon as his sponsorship slots were sold, he would move and let his family live a truly happy life.

Living in the Anbian Residential Area was not only inconvenient but would also become troublesome as his fame grew.

Lin Feng slowly got out of bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and adjusted the light to its dimmest setting.

He crouched down, extending his upper body towards the space under the bed. He maintained this pose for a few seconds, seeming hesitant, but in the end, he retrieved a black iron box from the innermost part of the space under the bed.

It was a rusty iron box.

The iron box had a lid, and the lid had hundreds of tiny holes. Looking at this seemingly ordinary iron box, even Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of fear.

It was as if a man-eating monster was inside!