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Chapter 15: Eight Hundred Thousand Believers?
A series of clattering sounds.

The two practically tumbled and crawled into the bathroom, simply because it contained the only mirror in Meng Bai's house.

Stand in front of a mirror.

Su Xintang used hand seals to observe the qi, looking back and forth with utmost seriousness. But even when her eyes ached from looking, she still couldn't see a single trace of incense on her head.

Then, she realized what was happening.

I was out of my mind; even if there were incense offerings, I couldn't see them in the mirror.

So she clasped her hands together in a hand seal and closed her eyes.

With his eyes closed, guided by his divine sense, Meng Bai beside him transformed into a swirling purple cloud, wisps of incense smoke constantly billowing within. And he himself…

"No." Su Xintang opened her eyes, her tone revealing neither disappointment nor agreement.

"How could that be? Could I have guessed wrong?" Meng Bai scratched his chin, deep in thought.

But as he was pondering, he suddenly felt that the point of light he had touched from Su Xintang's wrist seemed to be gradually brightening.

As the light continued to shine, a purplish-red meteor suddenly split off from the spot of light, shooting out from between Meng Bai's eyebrows and returning to Su Xintang's wrist.

In an instant, Su Xintang's eyes widened.

Because she clearly felt that more than ten incense sticks suddenly appeared and hovered around her wrist.

"This...this...this..." Su Xintang raised her fair wrist, speechless with surprise.

Meng Bai was equally surprised. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he withdrew the purplish-red light spot on Su Xintang's wrist.

At the same time, Su Xintang also felt that the incense on her body had disappeared.

"What's the principle behind this?" Meng Bai laughed. He clearly got the light from Su Xintang, so how come he has the control over it?

So he manipulated the light spots to move in and out of Su Xintang's body, shooting them back and forth.

The intermittent incense offerings to the Suxintang peonies left it in a state of limbo.

Finally, she couldn't help but scold him, "Stop playing!"

After saying that, she asked again, "What exactly happened?"

"The light came from you, and as for the incense, it was probably because of public attention," Meng Bai said without hiding anything.

"I have spots of light on me?"

"Yes, and quite a few." Meng Bai couldn't see them now, but he vaguely remembered that Su Xintang had dozens of light spots all over her body, and they were all different colors.

"I can't see it."

"Did you see that purplish-red light just now?"

"I can't see it, I just feel incense sticks swirling around my wrist." Su Xintang shook her head, then asked, "What does 'public attention' mean?"

Meng Bai didn't answer directly, but instead took out his phone and showed her the video.

"Is this me?" Su Xintang was very surprised.

"Yes, look, someone took a picture of our argument on the subway and posted it online..."

"Online?"

"Well... tsk... how do you explain this?"

“It’s not important. Go on. It’s been posted online, so what?” Su Xintang didn’t dwell on the term.

"Look, once it's posted online, a lot of people will be able to see it. Just like if someone posts the glass manufacturing process online, I can find it and show it to you."

I now suspect that it was because our video was posted online that it sparked discussion among some people, which led to the creation of this online community.

After saying that, Meng Bai looked at Su Xintang with a "did you understand?" expression on his face.

Su Xintang clearly didn't understand much, but that didn't matter; all she knew was that she could get incense here.

Just then, she suddenly sensed that "the incense burning in the void seems to have decreased significantly. Moreover, the incense burning on your body is fading even faster."

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai quickly opened the app, only to find that the data for those marketing accounts' videos seemed to have stopped increasing.

This made Meng Bai feel that his guess was probably correct.

Furthermore, the fact that it fades away even faster suggests that the popularity of incense offerings will also fade as the popularity diminishes.

However, he felt he still had to give it a try: "Let's try again and see if the incense offerings are generated by public attention."

"How do we try it?" Su Xintang didn't quite understand.

Meng Bai showed his phone to Su Xintang, saying as he looked, "Look, these marketing accounts are spreading rumors about us..." "So, should we go online to debunk these rumors?" Su Xintang was quick to grasp the concept of "online."

"No, no, no, why bother debunking rumors? Let's quickly spend some money to boost these marketing accounts and encourage more girls to boycott me, this little devil."

“?” Su Xintang.

"Debunking rumors doesn't generate as much traffic as spreading them," Meng Bai said with a laugh.

He didn't care what people said about him being shameless, after all, Su Xintang was right beside him, and he could refute the rumors anytime he wanted. The right thing to do was to capitalize on this rare wave of rumor-driven traffic.

After saying that, he actually started spending money to boost traffic for marketing accounts.

Even someone as poor as Meng Bai wouldn't blink an eye if he threw away 10,000 yuan.

Money is nothing compared to incense offerings.

If you're unwilling to spend money, what kind of immortality are you trying to cultivate?

The effect of spending money was also very significant. Just ten minutes later, Su Xintang felt that Meng Bai's incense offerings had become prosperous again.

The problem is, Meng Bai still couldn't be kept.

After Meng Bai mentioned the light spot on his wrist, he was able to retain the incense, but the number was too small. He could only take one of the hundred incense sticks, while the other ninety-nine went to Meng Bai.

This pained Su Xintang greatly, and she hurriedly said, "Hurry up and gather the incense and Dao wheel! Otherwise, the incense will dissipate again."

How to condense?

"Meditate, meditate." Su Xintang, having no other choice, pulled Meng Bai onto the bed and made him sit cross-legged. She continued, "Just visualize, imagine that you have a Dao wheel."

"Okay." Meng Bai obediently did as instructed.

But for some reason, the more he contemplated, the more agitated he became. He couldn't come up with the Dao Wheel, but his mind was filled with the two words "downwards".

After thinking about it for a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Forget it, forget it, you'd better let me touch a few more lights quickly..."

"Don't speak, calm down!" Su Xintang interrupted him, reached out and stroked Meng Bai's head, pouring strands of magic power into him as if it were free.

Meng Bai felt a cool breeze coming over him, so comfortable that he wanted to cry out.

Unfortunately, it was truly a case of "even if an immortal touches my head, I still can't do it." Meng Bai sat in meditation for nearly two hours, and he was almost asleep.

There wasn't even a shadow of the wheel.

On the contrary, the number of people offering incense has decreased significantly, and it seems that the traffic from marketing accounts has reached its peak again.

Therefore, the meditation was forced to stop.

The two of them sat facing each other on the bed.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you.

Eyes wide open.

With a last glimmer of hope, Su Xintang asked, "Have you... comprehended the supernatural power?"

"I... I understand." Meng Bai said somewhat guiltily.

"What have you realized?" Su Xintang was delighted.

"When it comes to spreading rumors, without the involvement of major media outlets, relying solely on a few marketing accounts won't generate enough traffic. The buzz fades too quickly; it can't even be sustained for a few hours."

"??" Su Xintang, I'm asking how to spread rumors?

"After thinking it over, I realized that if we want to gain a stable level of attention, we need to create a proper account and attract some followers for you." Meng Bai became increasingly guilty as he spoke.

I wasted 10,000 yuan and a lot of magic power, but I didn't gain anything.

That's fucking awful!
But Su Xintang's attention was drawn to the fans, and she asked, "What does 'fans' mean?"

Meng Bai took out his phone and found the company's main account. The main account was hosting a group broadcast, where several female anchors were in the live broadcast room. When viewers sent different gifts, different female anchors would come up and dance.

Mao Mao and Gu Jiang are the two most popular streamers on group broadcasts.

Meng Bai clicked into their Douyin (TikTok) profiles one after the other, pointing to the number of followers and saying, "These are fans, similar to believers, but not as devout. The two of them together have 800,000 followers."

Upon hearing this explanation, Su Xintang swayed, nearly falling off the bed.

She leaned closer to Meng Bai, lowered her voice, and asked incredulously, "What did you say? Tens of thousands of believers?"

(End of this chapter)