Back in town, Lin Feng had no reason to return to his little courtyard in Fog City for the time being. The lowest-grade Ritual Incense had yet to mature, and the Wood Guest still needed more time to brew.
He found a seaside guesthouse and settled in.
He kept a close watch on the ancestral hall.
Streaming, cultivating, dealing with the "connections" on Li Gao and his father, keeping an eye on the Li Family Ancestral Hall, and treating Li Gao on the side.
The bugs in Li Gao triggered Lin Feng's PTSD every single time.
They were revolting.
The thought of having to see such disgusting bugs when he went to the South Seas made Lin Feng want to cry.
His days were packed.
After confirming that the people inside the Li Family Ancestral Hall included a priest from the Shang Dynasty, Lin Feng neither dared nor could afford to underestimate it. He waged his magical battle in secret.
While digesting his fill from [Mystic Sustenance Method: Feasting on Wind and Drinking Dew], he streamed.
His consecutive streams over the past few days had shocked even Brother Chen.
Questions flooded the group chat.
[Streaming this much? Whoa, you're not you. Talk! Who are you, and what have you done with our streamer?]
[Are you trying to overload yourself with all this streaming? Ten days on, ten days ghosting us?]
[Oh no, the sun's rising in the west!]
[Maybe someone broke our streamer's arms and legs and locked him in a tiny room to stream!]
The group members sounded surprised, but they were really concerned.
Lin Feng replied to each of them, then spotted Brother Chen taking the piss.
[Son, are you broke? Why are you working so hard? You sick?]
Lin Feng: [Setting aside whether that sounded nice, what