Wei Zhou watched Ye Chuxiao, who was standing in the center of the crowd, receiving worship, and felt an extremely strong sense of humiliation.

In the past ten days, she had scoured the earth but failed to find Ye Chuxiao. Now, he was climbing to the peak of fame right in front of her.

How was this different from being cuckolded in public?

At least in Wei Zhou's view, there was no difference.

And reality is often like this: when you are down on your luck, it doesn't let you off easily but continues to deliver critical blows.

"Sister! Are you here to see the excitement too?" Wei Yangyang arrived with her classmates in a talisman-powered carriage. Looking at the bustling Spirit Root Plaza, she was eager to join in.

Upon seeing her elder sister, she instinctively shrank her neck, appearing somewhat fearful.

However, unwilling to show weakness in front of her friends, she awkwardly changed the subject.

"That damn uncle, he stood me up again." Wei Yangyang pouted, her gaze searching through the crowd.

Originally, she was just trying to change the topic, but once the conversation started, she became more and more annoyed.

She, such a beautiful girl, had invited him so sincerely, yet the uncle repeatedly broke their appointments. It was simply too rude.

As her eyes wandered, Wei Yangyang's gaze naturally settled on Ye Chuxiao in the crowd.

"Wait, that outfit... how does it look so much like the uncle's? Judging by the color of the inner garment, it's a bit like our school uniform!" Wei Yangyang looked puzzled.

Said in jest, heard in earnest.

Wei Yangyang's words struck Wei Zhou like a bolt of lightning.

"Yangyang, what did you say?"

"What uncle?"

Wei Yangyang's expression stiffened as Wei Zhou suddenly grabbed her arm. Her bright, beautiful eyes seemed to shrink in fright. "Uncle... is just uncle!"

"I'm asking you, who is he, and what is your relationship with him?" Wei Zhou asked, her eyes seeming to shoot fire.

Wei Yangyang said in a low voice, "The uncle is called Yang Erlang. He's my classmate, my deskmate."

"When did he enroll?" Wei Zhou asked.

"About ten days ago? I don't really remember!" Wei Yangyang said.

Hearing this, Wei Zhou almost bit her silver teeth to pieces. "No wonder! Wang Shirui, I underestimated you. You deliberately used Yangyang as a cover to avoid the screening, and even used her to learn about my movements. No wonder I couldn't catch you."

At this moment, Ye Chuxiao had no idea what Wei Zhou had imagined.

He only knew that today he had made a fortune.

His Destiny Points had risen to more than 22,000. If he could maintain such data and return to Daheng, he might have a chance to be granted land and become a king.

In a world with the internet, information spreads quickly, and what Ye Chuxiao did indeed had epoch-making significance.

He would bring profound and lasting changes to this world.

Under such circumstances, it was not surprising that he obtained more than 20,000 Destiny Points, and they were still increasing.

"If I could do this a few more times, even if the impact diminishes with each repetition, I'm confident that I can accumulate more than 30,000 Destiny Points before leaving this world."

"It's a pity that the Heavenly Dao flaws in this world don't match the Heavenly Dao flaws in Daheng, otherwise I could really do this a few more times."

A ray of light tore through the sky. A man dressed in fiery red feather robes, stepping on red silk threads that stretched from afar, suddenly appeared above Ye Chuxiao's head, looking down at him.

His gaze was full of arrogance, and his fiery red eyebrows slanted into his temples, revealing dominance and flamboyance.

His powerful aura overwhelmed the thousands of cultivators on the Spirit Root Plaza.

Many low-level cultivators were struggling to breathe under the pressure of his aura.

Ye Chuxiao was fine, after all, he had crossed the Bitter Sea several times, and his foundation was extraordinarily solid.

"Wang Shirui! You destroyed the business empire that this seat has been building for many years."

"You are challenging this seat."

"Good! This seat accepts your challenge."

"If you can cross mountains and seas, and pass through countless difficulties and obstacles to come before this seat, this seat can make an exception and grant you a fair fight."

"Before that... this seat must remind you, don't be easily killed by some dirty maggots."

"Otherwise, this seat will be very disappointed in you."

After saying this, the man laughed a few times and disappeared into the clouds.

Ye Chuxiao looked up, dumbfounded the entire time.

"Who was that? What does he want? What business empire? I'm going to challenge him?"

Listening carefully, Ye Chuxiao wanted to know from the crowd who this man in red feather robes was.

And the reason why the other party suddenly came here to warn him and then left without doing anything.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know! He said that Young Master Wang destroyed his business empire, so he should be an elder or patriarch of a family that sells spirit roots!"

"Wei, Wu, Zhao, and Lu, the four major families that sell spirit roots, I haven't heard of such an elder!"

The crowd was also confused.

At this time, Wei Zhou finally adjusted her emotions and walked to Ye Chuxiao in front of everyone.

"Congratulations, you finally beat me." Wei Zhou turned her face away and said awkwardly.

Ye Chuxiao's eyes were slightly dazed. "There's no finally, right! I just did it casually, and it turned out like this!" After thinking about it, Ye Chuxiao ultimately didn't say these words.

"This time... I was careless, but I guarantee there won't be a second time." Wei Zhou bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, and her particularly charming eyes revealed nothing but unwillingness.

Ye Chuxiao looked at Wei Zhou even more strangely.

Ye Chuxiao, whose EQ was okay, instinctively felt that it was better not to speak at this time.

Whatever he said would only deepen her misunderstanding.

"Wang Shirui! You must remember, your opponent is me!"

"And can only be me."

"Let me remind you, the person who appeared just now calls himself 'Yan Yu Huang' (Flame Feather Emperor), and often claims to have built a Garden of the Gods, filled with high-grade spirit roots. However, no one has ever seen his garden in person, nor has he ever taken out any kind of high-grade spirit root."

"So, although he has good cultivation, he is not worthy of being your opponent." Wei Zhou looked at Ye Chuxiao stubbornly, seemingly waiting for Ye Chuxiao to cooperate.

Ye Chuxiao finally felt the rich, overwhelming Chuunibyou (middle school second-year syndrome) atmosphere.

In public, Ye Chuxiao didn't feel any surge of blood, but only felt so embarrassed that he wanted to curl his toes into the ground.

"Oh oh oh! So that's the relationship! The entanglement of love and hate, the competition of wisdom and wisdom, the new era's young master and the old era's female CEO are engaging in a contest of the destiny of the times... this is simply, simply amazing!" An elderly cultivator held his heart with both hands and cheered loudly.

Ye Chuxiao's back stiffened, and his whole body was numb.

Previously, he had been focusing on managing and cultivating the promotion plan of Imaginary Spirit Roots, and he inevitably neglected to look at the world closely.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a critical hit.

And inexplicably, he suddenly wanted to join them. What was going on?

"This is really... terrifyingly so!"