Popularity Points soared: an accidental windfall

This kind of popularity was not that kind of popularity. Qin Fen had been thinking of things in the Mortal Realm, not WeChat's Popularity Points. He only wanted a little name recognition so he could complete the first stage of promoting dietary therapy and fitness, spreading China's culture even further. This was for a greater cause, not selfish gain.

But he had no idea what was happening on the other end. Little Oil Lamp was the Lamp Genie of Aladdin World, something plenty of people knew. He belonged to the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds. A world in every grain of sand—there were countless ones out there. But they all had one thing in common: they had popularity too.

This popularity had both similarities and differences to the incense offerings received by the Heavenly Court.

The similarity lay in conviction, or faith, but there were differences too. It also represented the fortunes of an entire race. Their gods cultivated faith rather than merit, making them fundamentally different from the Heavenly Court's Daoist School lineage.

One pursued rules; the other pursued divine kingdoms.

Since Qin Fen had made his request and the burly man had agreed, the deal was sealed and the wish granted.

But the moment the deal went through, Little Oil Lamp cursed Chef Qin countless times in his heart. As soon as he finished the process, he noticed something wrong. A black hole had appeared in his dwelling—or rather, his cage—and was steadily sucking away his popularity. He had spent centuries, even millennia, saving that up!

What was this place? A magic lamp! Who lived here? A lamp genie! With such a sudden turn of events, even an idiot would know he had been tricked. The burly man struggled anxiously in midair, but it did fuck-all. To borrow a