With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Hua Wen felt the warm fingers touching her forehead and was momentarily stunned.

But as the teachings entered his mind, he cast aside distracting thoughts and silently began to comprehend them.

Azhen withdrew her hand, and Huawen greeted her before transforming into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing into the jade tablet to cultivate in peace.

Azhen then took out her phone and sent a message to Ge Yu.

Feng Zhen: Master Ge, are you there?

When Ge Yu saw the message, he was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied: Yes, Mr. Feng, is there anything I can help you with?

Feng Zhen: I'd like to ask you about Fu Yingshu's situation. I don't think you two get along very well. You probably don't mind revealing something.

Azhen was being quite direct, but precisely because of that, Ge Yu didn't intend to hide it. He smiled and said it was fine.

Ge Yu: Sure, I wonder what Mr. Feng wants to ask.

Feng Zhen: Has his talent always been this good, or has it changed?

Upon seeing this sentence, Ge Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't know what Boss Feng meant by asking this, but in fact, many people in the esoteric arts world knew about it.

It is said that after Fu Yingshu turned ten, Fu Xianhe found a rare and precious material that enhanced his talent, making him stand out among the younger generation. Even Ge Yu, who was once praised by many, gradually had his brilliance overshadowed by Fu Yingshu's appearance.

Why did Boss Feng ask this question?

There was no immediate response from Ge Yu, but Azhen wasn't in a hurry. She picked up the materials at hand and started processing the orders. Although she had help, with so many orders, she couldn't just do nothing. Having taken on this task, she definitely had to be responsible for it.

Two minutes later, a message notification sounded on my phone.

Azhen paused, picked up her phone, and saw it was a message from Ge Yu.

Ge Yu: Boss Feng doesn't seem to know much about the world of metaphysics, but actually, many people know about Fu Yingshu's situation. Before the age of ten, his talent was not only unremarkable, but even quite mediocre. It is said that Senior Fu found rare and precious materials to enhance his talent, which he only managed to gather when he was ten years old. From then on, his talent improved, making him the most dazzling existence among the younger generation, and even I had to avoid his brilliance.

Ge Yu thought to himself that because of that unseen competition, he spent most of his time cultivating, but no matter what, he was always a little weaker than Fu Yingshu.

Fu Yingshu, however, did not devote all his energy to cultivation; on the contrary, he did many other things. Even so, his profound arts progressed by leaps and bounds.

Feng Zhen: Okay, thank you, Master Ge, for telling me this.

Ge Yu: You're welcome. It's my honor to have met Boss Feng. After returning to the sect, the elders mentioned Boss Feng many times, all hoping that Boss Feng would come to visit the Baishan Sect.

The elders would like to visit, but there's nothing important to do; it would be too presumptuous and might offend them.

He was curious about why Boss Feng suddenly asked about this, but he didn't delve into it. He just secretly noted it down and didn't intend to reveal it to anyone, lest he ruin Boss Feng's plans.

Feng Zhen: If I have the opportunity, I will go.

Upon seeing this, Ge Yu was delighted; it seemed that Boss Feng had a good impression of their Baishan Sect.

"Junior Brother Ge!" A irritable voice rang out. Ge Yu looked up and saw his senior brother, who managed the official WeChat account, looking at him resentfully with dark circles under his eyes.

Ge Yu smiled: "Senior brother, are you done with your work?"

"Heh! Are you done yet? Look at me, am I done yet?" A senior brother said, his face full of agitation. "Who told you to advertise for our Baishan Sect in the live stream? Do you know how many people are watching, how many people have signed up for the next volunteering session? We only recruit twenty or thirty people each time, don't you have any idea? There are so many people, and the number of applications is increasing every day. How long will it take to process all of this?"

Ge Yu coughed lightly: "Didn't Senior Brother Zhang say before that managing a public account was boring? Isn't this just giving you something to do?"

They weren't happy about it.

Seeing that his senior was about to lose his temper, Ge Yu said, "I was just texting with Boss Feng."

Sure enough, those words immediately diverted attention.

Anyone in the world of mystic arts who witnessed Azhen capturing a half-step Ghost King with her bare hands understands that her strength is unfathomable, and it's hard not to admire and worship her.

On the other hand, Azhen confirmed that Huawen's belongings were on Fu Yingshu, and the timing also matched.

Since Hua Wen wants to take it back herself, she won't do anything else.

With Hua Wen's talent, the ghost cultivation method she gave him will make him even more powerful, and sooner or later he will be able to get justice for himself.

The funeral home quieted down. There had been a lot going on these past two days, and A-Zhuang hadn't resumed her live streams for the time being.

She checked the situation online and found that Luo Yun started a live stream the day he returned, and Deborah also applied for an account this morning, gaining millions of followers in just half a day.

Lin Xixi didn't do any live streams, and her account was quiet. It's likely the Wen family's live stream incident dealt her a heavy blow, and she won't recover for a while. Besides, there are still some damages from her previous forced calculations that haven't fully healed.

Of course, Azi's account also gained a lot of followers.

Private messages kept ringing, but she turned off the notification sound and didn't check them one by one, unless 997 reminded her who was urgently asking for help.

There are magical forces in this world, but not many strange things happen.

Quite a few people, having eaten too much, made up stories to deceive Azhen, saying they had encountered danger.

Even without Azhen's intervention, 997 could easily track down the other party's activities via the internet, ruthlessly exposing them and blocking them. 997's blocking wasn't something that could be resolved simply by changing a phone or an account.

Some harassing private messages were also blocked.

To warn certain people, A-Zhuang also asked 997 to release a new video warning them not to joke about such things.

Otherwise, if she verifies that the other party is just playing around, she will block them and they will never be able to message her again.

Some people actually didn't believe it. First, they tried to fake it, and then they used a friend's phone to send a private message to Azhen. When they found that the message couldn't be sent, they realized the seriousness of the situation.

It can only be said that these people underestimate 997's ability to capture data. Don't be fooled by its fast message transmission speed; in the face of 997, it's as slow as a snail.

As for if they really encounter danger in the future and can't even send her a private message, or even borrow her phone, then that's their fate, and they deserve it.

Those who were blocked were furious, and before they knew it, A-Zhuang had gained some haters.

But would she care?

On the day Zheng Xiaoming was supposed to visit, Azhen was still at the funeral home.

The funeral home was quiet. Zhou Shan processed orders while mentally comprehending the spells.

Azhen was also processing orders, with the latest drama playing nearby; she seemed quite relaxed and carefree. (End of Chapter)