GRMFBS CH107

Yuan Shiyi was stunned.

The body-cultivating big sis who had ridden in the wrong direction had no time to ride back. She had to give up her ambition of cycling all the way and booked a ticket.

Fortunately, it wasn’t peak season, or she wouldn’t have been able to book a ticket at all.

Yuan Shiyi was extremely dejected, her thumb rubbing the bicycle handlebar incessantly. “Sorry to trouble you, thank you.”

Zhan Yan helped her set up a route navigation on her phone so that she wouldn’t ride in the wrong direction again while looking for the station.

The enthusiastic Northeastern big brother, Gou Hou, was very sympathetic. He immediately took her in as a little sister, including Zhan Yan in the group, and then treated the dejected big sis and little brother to a meal.

“Big sis, how’s your appetite? How about we have a buffet?” Gou Hou rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry, and I eat a lot. A buffet is a better value.”

Yuan Shiyi said that she also had a big appetite.

The buffet restaurant was running a promotion. You could get a discount by posting on your social media and collecting likes: 33 likes for an 80% discount, 66 for 70%, 88 for 60%, and 188 for free.

The last one, the free meal, was just for show. The restaurant had a two-and-a-half-hour time limit. To get 188 likes in that time, you’d need more than one like per minute.

Of the three, only Zhan Yan posted on his social media.

Yuan Shiyi was embarrassed, “I don’t have many acquaintances, I definitely can’t get enough.”

Gou Hou was embarrassed for a different reason, “Hehe, I eat a lot.”

Zhan Yan’s post wasn’t just about the buffet, but also about the hot springs and snowy scenery from the past two days. With a few thoughts on his trip added, the likes started pouring in.

Zhan Yan put away his phone and focused on eating first.

The two beside him quickly stacked up mountains of plates.

Zhan Yan’s eyes gradually widened.

Gou Hou could not only eat, but also talk. After downing two bottles of beer, he started, clapping Zhan Yan on the shoulder, “Don’t always call me by my full name, it’s not friendly. You should call me ‘big brother’ and ‘little sister’! Change the way you address people first, then you can make close friends!”

After a while, a waiter appeared at their table and started to specifically watch them for any waste.

There really wasn’t any! These two cherished their food and cleaned their plates completely.

After Zhan Yan was full, these two were still eating. He ate a bowl of ice cream and watched, thinking to himself, would these two be blacklisted by this buffet restaurant in the future?

But it probably wouldn’t matter much. Gou Hou was here for the hot springs, and Yuan Shiyi had taken a wrong turn. It was unlikely they would come back again.

When it was time to pay, Zhan Yan opened his social media post. The owner watched as the count reached 183 likes.

Zhan Yan’s family had all liked it, Gu Jiancheng had liked it, business contacts he knew through his mother like Matthias and Wen Yinghui had liked it, entertainment industry contacts he knew through his father like Ji Lele and Xie Dongshu had liked it, plus classmates who saw it, that was already over a hundred likes. Then came the big one: the middle-aged and elderly square dancing group he had joined in his neighborhood!

This group of uncles and aunts quickly helped him approach the target.

The owner glanced down at the comments.

“Have fun!”
“I want to go next time too!”
“It’s a good place for a team building.”
“cooool！muy guaaaaaay！”
“Quan City looks nice. I’ll bring my grandson next time during the winter vacation.”

…

What kind of people did he know? Why were there even foreigners?

The owner watched as 183 jumped up to 185. It jumped by two at once!

Only three more to go. Of these three, two had eaten enough for eight people, and the other’s social network was about to get them a free meal!

The owner’s heart trembled.

Zhan Yan: “Let’s just count it as 88.”

He felt too embarrassed to let the owner lose so much on this one order.

“N-no need, I’ll give you, give you a 40% discount.”

The owner, his heart bleeding, asked them for a positive review with a picture.

After the meal, Zhan Yan said goodbye to the dog demon big brother and the directionally challenged big sis, whose ticket was not for the same day, and boarded the high-speed train to Donghuang City alone.

There were still a few days before the official start of the Cultivators’ Conference. Old Master Weng Yan from the Chiyang Sect had also arrived early.

“Come, come, let me introduce you to a few people first.” Weng Yan grabbed Zhan Yan as soon as he saw him.

Not everyone attending the conference would arrive on time; many had arrived early. Weng Yan planned to introduce Zhan Yan to a few acquaintances beforehand to study the boy’s strange condition together—he didn’t want to find people at the conference! The embarrassing incident with Zhao Qingnan’s ten babies hadn’t passed yet. His old friends would give him face and not mention it, but there were many of his old rivals at the conference! These people would definitely seize the opportunity and wouldn’t stop mocking him until he was dead!

So, before the conference even started, Zhan Yan was dragged around to meet a group of senior masters in the cultivation world.

Weng Yan didn’t just casually decide to take Zhan Yan to see his old friends. He first tested Zhan Yan to confirm that the child was indeed not lying; he had really dreamed of the Candle Dragon.

“The perspective from which you dreamed of the Candle Dragon is not right,” Weng Yan said, stroking his beard.

When a normal person dreams of something from twenty-six years ago, they see it from their own perspective, just like Old Master Lu’an, who would feel in his dream that he had experienced it himself. Because that was what had happened in another timeline.

Zhan Yan was not old enough. Weng Yan had never seen anyone under twenty-six dream of the Candle Dragon. But logically, Zhan Yan should have dreamed of his own past life.

What kind of perspective would his past life have had to see the full form of the Candle Dragon!

Weng Yan couldn’t imagine what that would be like, nor did he dare to believe he had picked up such a big treasure. The last time their Chiyang Sect thought they had found a new generation of young talent, Zhao Qingnan had given them ten babies in one go.

So Weng Yan at most dared to think that Zhan Yan was exceptionally talented and had, without his own knowledge, inadvertently captured a spiritual trace of heaven and earth, allowing him to dream of the secret from twenty-six years ago.

But if he was so spiritual, how could he not even be able to open his Yin-Yang Eye?

Weng Yan found a little ghost from the street, had it sit invisibly in the room, and then began to open Zhan Yan’s Yin-Yang Eye.

Four hours later…

Zhan Yan asked cautiously, “Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?”

Weng Yan: “Tired? What’s there to be tired about? I haven’t tried that many methods. Young people need to have determination!”

Zhan Yan: Yes, the number of attempts was not that many—only about twenty or thirty.

All of them failed on him.

[The little ghost Ma Shan yawned boredly and said to Weng Yan, “We charge by the hour, you know. You’ll have to add another stick of incense.”]

Weng Yan replied impatiently, “I know, I know, don’t bother me!”

He was now obsessed with Zhan Yan’s non-existent Yin-Yang Eye!

Zhan Yan: “Um, how about we just forget it? Maybe I’m just an ordinary person who occasionally sensed it by chance?”

Weng Yan didn’t know, but he himself knew very well that he dreamed of the Candle Dragon purely because of the system upgrade, and it had little to do with him.

“Impossible!” Weng Yan said decisively.

“Huh?”

“Xiao Yan, you haven’t been exposed to cultivation, so you don’t understand, and that’s why you think you just got lucky. Information has power. Not just anyone can remember the dreams you have. If your own aptitude is not enough to bear it, even if a great power pours it into your mind, you won’t be able to remember it!” Weng Yan said.

Zhan Yan’s eyes lit up, “Really?”

So, the information he knew wasn’t purely because of the Gossip System, but also because he himself did have the aptitude?

Weng Yan was tired from trying and sat down in a chair to rest. “Yes. But the fact that you can’t open your Yin-Yang Eye is indeed strange. I’m not good at this. Wait, tomorrow I’ll take you to see my old friends, they might have a way.”

The little ghost Ma Shan took the opportunity to interject, “Boss, do you still need me then? I’m cheap! Three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, and I’ll sit for as long as you want! Of course, it would be even better if there was a bowl of rice, hehehe…”

Zhan Yan also couldn’t help but start to look forward to it. Although he had a powerful golden finger like the Gossip System, not being able to even open his Yin-Yang Eye was not a good thing.

On the forum, everyone thought that Approaching Science was a super powerful information-type master, but Zhan Yan had always been a little insecure. Even ordinary people without any superpowers could open their Yin-Yang Eye, but he was a pure Muggle. If ghosts and monsters didn’t deliberately reveal themselves, he couldn’t see or hear them, relying entirely on the Gossip System’s text descriptions to guess blindly.

Before, he felt that as an outsider, not having the Yin-Yang Eye didn’t matter much. He was happy just to get gossip from afar.

But the situation was different now. His parents belonged to two opposing organizations, and their identities could be exposed at any time. And there was the crisis of Infinity’s revival. His parents were the tall ones who would be at the forefront when the sky fell. How could the Gossip System alone be enough? Zhan Yan was eager to become stronger quickly!

If there was someone among this group of senior masters who could see what was going on and help him solve it, he would have struck gold!

For the next few days, Weng Yan took him to see old friends everywhere.

Zhan Yan went to see the first senior master full of hope.

Zhan Yan went to see the second senior master with a nervous heart.

Zhan Yan went to see the third senior master still with confidence.

…

Zhan Yan went to see the seventeenth senior master numbly.

Zhan Yan: “After seeing so many people and it still not working, maybe we should just give up for now?”

Weng Yan: “What do you mean ‘so many’? How many people have we seen? Don’t always think about giving up when you’re young!”

Zhan Yan realized that Old Master Weng Yan’s concept of quantity was different from that of ordinary people.

Weng Yan: “You haven’t even met at least five-sixths of my good friends yet!”

Good heavens, this guy was a social butterfly!

He had over a hundred friends who were senior masters in cultivation. If you added those with lower cultivation levels and ordinary people like Old Master Lu’an who had no cultivation, the number of your friends must be in the four digits, right?

Weng Yan sat with Zhan Yan and other friends around a table drinking tea. To Zhan Yan’s left was Weng Yan, and to his right was a granny named Zhuo Shu, who had her silver-white hair combed back into a bun. She was also a good friend of Weng Yan and was very good at treating all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases.

“Don’t think too much. There are many strange things in this world, and they will all be resolved slowly,” Zhuo Shu said with a smile. “A few years ago, a young cultivator came to me secretly, wrapped in a thick coat in the middle of summer, wearing a hat and a mask on his face, just like a little celebrity now, and told me he had suddenly changed sex. Guess what happened?”

Zhuo Shu took a sip of tea under the curious gazes of the crowd, “I ruled out curses, anomalies, and all that, and later found out that he had clownfish demon blood in his ancestry. Something went wrong during his cultivation, and he reverted to his ancestral form.”

In a clownfish colony, when there are not enough females, some male clownfish will turn into females to maintain the population’s reproduction.

Zhan Yan was extremely curious, “So did he change back later?”

Zhuo Shu: “He changed back. I prescribed him some medicine and told him to go out more, and not to always hang out with his fellow disciples. They’re all men. If he stayed inside with his reversion not cured, he could easily change sex again.”