Chapter 480
Team Leader Yang was still explaining beside him:
"Here’s what we’re thinking for the three episodes."
"In the first episode, we’ll introduce agricultural development to ease the unrest online."
Zheng Fa nodded silently; this was indeed a good approach.
The world was changing dramatically, and many people were struggling to accept it, while others were hoping for chaos.
Discussing agricultural development and introducing various high-yield crops and spiritual plants was essentially a way to highlight the positive impacts of these changes.
"The second episode will talk about what might happen in the future..." Team Leader Yang paused for a moment, then continued, "This way, it’ll be more persuasive."
The logic was quite simple.
The first episode would focus on the present, reassuring everyone not to panic.
The second episode would look to the future, telling everyone that better days were ahead.
"The third episode..." Team Leader Yang's voice wavered slightly as she said, "It might require you, Director Zheng, to make an appearance..."
Before Zheng Fa could respond, Team Leader Yang quickly added, "If you’re not willing, that’s perfectly fine. But we think... if you step in, it would let everyone know who’s behind this."
"Plus, it would serve as a deterrent."
Zheng Fa nodded slowly.
Team Leader Yang’s intention was clear: after showcasing so many good things, it was only natural to flex a little muscle.
Otherwise, there might be some who were unclear about the situation—those who had supposedly cultivated inner strength might be fantasizing about becoming superior beings.
Team Leader Yang looked at Zheng Fa, her expression a bit anxious. She knew he was someone who preferred to avoid trouble, so she wasn’t very confident about this request.
To her surprise, after a brief silence, Zheng Fa nodded slightly.
His thoughts were simple—
Since he didn’t want to become a demon emperor, he might as well try a career change.
According to the belief that Dao fruits could change due to faith, Zheng Fa was curious to see what would happen if he showcased some power and achievements in the modern world.
This was also why he was willing to open the nursing home.
...
The most affected by the world’s changes were those who had inexplicably cultivated what was called inner strength.
Ironically, the exercises for this were learned in school, so this group of people was naturally quite young, and their minds were still immature.
Zhao Yi was one of them.
"Brother Wushuang dropped out."
He was staring at his phone, looking at a group chat named "True Warriors," which was a gathering of students who had cultivated inner strength. It often buzzed with news of who had dropped out.
Brother Wushuang was an old member who had cultivated inner strength quite early on.
"Why did he drop out?"
"I’ve got this skill, what else could I do?" Brother Wushuang chimed in the chat, confidently declaring, "I’ve already made up my mind to go live and become an internet celebrity!"
To be honest, that path seemed quite feasible.
"That guy who dropped out before has hundreds of thousands of followers now!"
Zhao Yi felt a twinge of temptation, but he hesitated. Brother Wushuang dropping out didn’t mean much—he claimed to have unparalleled martial talent.
But Zhao Yi knew that this guy’s exam scores were, well, let’s just say he’d definitely take the last place if there was a ranking for it... which could also be considered a kind of uniqueness.
His own grades were decent, but more importantly, what would he do after dropping out?
Seeing others who had dropped out doing well made him itch with uncertainty. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he simply closed the group chat and opened a video app to kill some time.
"Hey?"
The homepage of the video app had changed.
There was a drawing of a sun, and within it, a peculiar tree, with a blurry figure in front of it.
Wasn’t this...
His breath quickened as he tapped the screen, which led him to a documentary playback window.
The title of the documentary was—
"Seeking Immortals."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 376: The Immortal Who Stole Fire, A Finger Falls Like a Star
Zhao Yi hadn’t even had the chance to click on the first episode when the door swung open, and a middle-aged woman walked in, still chiding, "Always glued to your phone!"
This was his mother.
She walked over, glanced at Zhao Yi’s phone screen, and wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Seeking Immortals? What a load of nonsense. You think you can just train your strength? Go take a look at the construction site outside; can you match a digger?"
Zhao Yi listened to the rumbling from the construction site outside and looked at his own fists.
He had to admit... he didn’t seem to have the strength of a digger.
Thinking this, he couldn’t help but sigh—inner strength was impressive, but... come on, times have changed!
Seeing him silent, his mother added, "Training martial arts isn’t without its paths."
"Mom?"
"Isn’t there someone online who carries heavy bags up stairs? They have tons of fans."
"…"
"Oh right, the entertainment industry could use someone like you as a punching bag."
"Why can’t I become a kung fu superstar…"
"A superstar? With that face of yours? Even as your mother, I wouldn’t dare to say that."
Zhao Yi’s mother was harsh yet realistic. In this day and age, learning martial arts sounded impressive, but in reality, its usefulness wasn’t as significant—after all, firearms ruled, and martial arts couldn’t quite shatter the rules of this world.
He knew his mother wanted him to go back to school.
But he... felt a persistent itch.
Zhao Yi tapped the play button on the screen, and a voiceover began:
"In this universe, changes have occurred..."
"The sun."
"Humanity."
"And the future."
"All have become strange and extraordinary."
"The reason for all this lies in..."
"There are immortals in the world!"
Zhao Yi’s heart skipped a beat, while his mother muttered, "What a bunch of mumbo jumbo!"
The screen brightened, and two large characters appeared in the center—"Feng Deng."
In the next moment, a familiar profile appeared on the screen.
Even Zhao Yi’s mother, who had been somewhat dismissive earlier, now closed her mouth, her attitude becoming more serious.
The camera showed Old Hou, walking along a mountain path.
Off-camera, the host asked, "Old Hou, can you introduce your current role?"
Old Hou grinned, his voice still hoarse, "I’m now the head of an agricultural project."
"What specific project can you share?"
"To put it simply, we’re using some special plants as parent stock, trying to cultivate high-yield crops through biotechnology."
Hearing this, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but feel puzzled—this sounded pretty ordinary.
"What does this have to do with immortals?" he muttered.
"Isn’t it normal to deify someone like Old Hou in ancient times?"
His mother chimed in.
With that, Zhao Yi found some logic in it; seeking immortals was about finding people like Old Hou, right?
He couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
"The special plants I mentioned..." Old Hou’s voice suddenly took on a fervent tone, "are the result of Director Zheng’s research. Those miraculous herbs from ancient texts that can revive the dead and heal the living, a single grain nourishing the world."
Holy cow!
There really are immortals?
Zhao Yi’s mother’s eyes widened, her mouth moved as if to say something, but looking at Old Hou’s face, she found herself at a loss for words.
The camera followed Old Hou to a test field.
This was a newly developed spiritual field in Hongshan, much larger than the few acres at the nursing home, with a greater variety of crops.
Although Old Hou had been smiling at the camera before, his smile now was sincere and genuine, clearly filled with heartfelt emotion.
He first led the camera crew to the edge of a rice field.
The rice plants in this field were much taller than the ones nearby. Old Hou gently gathered the plump rice ears, as if he were tying up his beloved’s ponytail.
"This is the Jiushan No. 2 rice that Director Zheng had us cultivate," he introduced to everyone. "Jiushan No. 1 rice has great taste and is beneficial for health, with a high yield, but it’s very picky about its growing environment and has lower disease resistance."
"Jiushan No. 2 was developed from Jiushan No. 1."
"Its yield per acre has already surpassed the world record, even breaking through four thousand pounds at its peak."
"It’s highly nutritious, tastes excellent, sweet and satisfying."
"And most importantly... this rice can adapt to most soils and has strong disease resistance."
Zhao Yi felt a bit lost listening; after all, nowadays, few students bothered to understand rice yield per acre.
His mother, however, slapped her thigh and muttered, "I’ve heard of Jiushan No. 1! They say it’s great, but it’s hard to get!"
Zhao Yi nodded, thinking that with Old Hou’s endorsement and hearing his mother say this, this Jiushan No. 2 hybrid rice might actually be the real deal.
As he listened to Old Hou continue introducing other crops, his mother suddenly said, "Seeing all this, I feel reassured."
"Mom?"
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