Chapter 7

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth in hatred, even taking it out on Niu Zhuang, who had filmed the video.

Had that guy even filmed the video properly?!

Then he switched to an alt account, intending to steer the comments and smear that pretty boy.

[With a picture this blurry, you've got the nerve to call him a peerless beauty? Maybe up close he's just some poor ugly freak who got plastic surgery?]

The only thing Zhang Feng could be grateful for now was that nobody knew the trash-picking guy's true identity. Judging by the man's appearance, he probably could not afford a high-end phone and was not someone who browsed Weibo.

At least for the next few days, that man would not be able to use this wave of attention to clear his own name—or grab even more attention.

However, just as Zhang Feng was thinking this, another video suddenly appeared out of nowhere, slapping his face swollen and sending the pretty boy he had been cursing nonstop straight to the top of the trending searches.

Jade Arts Gossip King V: [Shocking! Earth-shattering gossip from Bicheng College of Arts! The Trash-Picking Immortal Pretty Boy who made Fruit scouts fight until their heads bled, made the God of Wealth himself emerge in grand fashion, and told big shot @Shui Wuyuan V not to casually cling to him! Did that final glance strike you with Baleful Intent?! #Video# #Front-Facing Photo Screenshot#]

Author's Note:

Immortal Pretty Boy He: Shui Wuyuan? Who's that? Don't cling to me. We're not familiar. Paying attention to him delays my trash-picking.

Shui Wuyuan: Heh... It has always been other people clinging to me. How novel.

Later:

Shui Wuyuan: Wife! Snuggle! I'll help you pick up trash!

Chapter 7

It had to be said that the Weibo blogger called Gossip King was quite skilled at catching people's attention and riding hot topics.

Those several consecutive descriptive prefixes had already caught the eyes of countless netizens. The words "scout," "God of Wealth," and "Shui Wuyuan" in particular turned them into melon-sniffing meerkats, and they practically rushed to open the video and enlarge the photo screenshot beneath that post at once.

Then Weibo exploded.

[Yesyesyesyesyes! I can totally take this Immortal Pretty Boy!]

[I swear on my twenty years of titanium-alloy appraisal eyes that this breathtakingly beautiful Immortal Pretty Boy is absolutely the very same Immortal Pretty Boy from that side-profile screenshot! If they aren't the same person, dig out my eyes!]

[My god, is this going to repeat the story of that Bare-running Mountain God Bro? What exactly is this Immortal Pretty Boy's persona? He actually said people should make offerings to ensure their safety? Also, what species is that black fish in the fish tank he's carrying? It's black, but for some reason, I feel like that fish has a bit of spiritual aura too?]

[I'm dying, the scene of those Fruit scouts swarming out to hand over business cards was absolutely incredible. Since when did Strawberry and Big Pineapple become so humble, even stepping on each other to flatter someone? The best part was that even the old man from God of Wealth Entertainment personally stepping in failed to sign this Immortal Pretty Boy. Is he too confident, or is something wrong with his brain?]

[Today's mortal-studies notes: I'm not interested in the entertainment industry. I want to pick up trash.]

[Today's showing-off notes: Who is Shui Wuyuan? Don't drag Shui Wuyuan into this with me. Cold, glamorous, and noble.jpg]

[Even so, I actually think the Immortal Pretty Boy wasn't pretending to be ordinary or showing off, covers face. If he put on a set of immortal-style ancient robes and grew out his hair, I'd genuinely believe him if he said he was an immortal orz. This must be absolute confidence in his looks.]

[Absolute confidence in his looks +1. Leaving aside everything else, Trash-Picking Immortal Pretty Boy's face can even stand up to Boss Water's. But when it comes to confidence and trash talk, no one can beat my idol! @Shui Wuyuan V, idol! Idol, hurry up and come see this—someone told you not to cling to him! Someone's looking down on you! Come out and roast him already, let him see how formidable the number one male god outside the industry is!]

Then the netizens who loved watching trouble began collectively @-ing Shui Wuyuan, frantically reposting and liking the Weibo post until they sent it straight to the top of the trending searches. Several discussion topics—#I Want to Pick Up Trash# #Don't Drag Shui Wuyuan Into This With Me# #Make Offerings, I'll Bless You#—were also pushed onto the trends.

With such a huge commotion, Shui Wuyuan naturally could not have missed it. Boss Water, who owned a super ocean-view mansion—even an island—on Weibo, saw the two posts concerning "He Qinglan" almost immediately.

When he saw the river god, whose figure was clearly different from what he had seen at first glance—like he had been dimmed by dozens of shades, yet still far more attractive than ordinary people—picking up trash by the riverbank, the water in Shui Wuyuan's cup spilled out.

Shui Wuyuan truly could not understand why a god who could flood Bicheng with a flick of his finger had sealed away all his power and taken on a mortal form to pick up trash.

But when he watched the second video, he laughed.

Watching that man with peerless features and an aloof temperament carry a broken bottle and a black fish, then take the initiative to ask humans for offerings, Shui Wuyuan knew that this Qinglan River God... was out of blue!

Boss Water burst out laughing on the spot. His silver-gray eyes once again openly revealed gloating delight, and even his overly sharp brows and eyes seemed much softer and more focused because of that smile. But when he saw, at the end of the video, those deep-blue pupils staring into the camera as the man asked who he was and told him not to cling to him in an extremely indifferent, icy manner, Shui Wuyuan's smile faded. Then his brows shot high, and he gave a scoffing laugh.

Shui Wuyuan leaned back into his ultra-luxurious executive chair. Deep in his memories, he dug out an image—

That man rose upon the waves of a long river. With a sweep of his wide sleeves that flowed like water, he could flood a thousand miles.

Even the Fire God could gain no advantage in his waters, and the Wind God's coils could not trap him. He was clearly no more than the spirit of a single river's water vein, yet he was so powerful that it seemed as though he were the true lord of all the world's waters.

And then...

"Tut."

Shui Wuyuan refused to let himself think any further. Yet at that moment, his spirits lifted, and the corners of his lips curved upward.

The moment secretary Shi Lin came in with coffee and saw his boss narrowing his eyes and smiling with curled lips, he knew another unlucky soul was about to be verbally blasted by their boss.

Gods above, may that person not die too miserably.

Thus, the netizens who had been frantically @-ing Shui Wuyuan soon discovered that the person they had tagged had responded! And the content of that response made countless melon-eating netizens want to scream—