Jack Ma watched Penguin Ma enter the kitchen with a dejected expression, a knowing smile finally gracing his lips.
Damn it, it had been a hundred days. Did anyone know what he had endured during those hundred days?
His journey to Kunlun Mountain had only afforded him a few good days at the beginning. The rest of the time was spent being beaten.
Although a hundred days had passed in Kunlun Mountain, only ten days had elapsed in the outside world. Upon their return, everyone immediately called their company representatives to inquire about the company's recent situation.
For them, disappearing for ten days was a rather serious matter.
Xia Lin was called upstairs by Xia Feng, who intended to discuss cultivation with her.
"Brother, what's up?" Xia Lin asked, blinking her eyes.
"I've found a way for you to cultivate," Xia Feng shared the good news with Xia Lin.
As expected, Xia Lin immediately asked excitedly, "Really? Brother, I can really cultivate too?"
"Yes, you can," Xia Feng confirmed with a nod.
Upon receiving the affirmative answer, Xia Lin's face flushed with excitement.
She could finally cultivate like her brother, which meant that when Xia Feng ascended, he could take her with him.
Watching the excited Xia Lin, Xia Feng's smile was filled with warmth.
"Eat this pill," Xia Feng produced a Hunyuan Pill and handed it to Xia Lin.
Xia Lin took it and swallowed it directly.
After a moment, Xia Lin still showed no reaction. She curiously asked, "Brother, why do I not feel anything?"
"It's like this, this pill only allows you to regain your cultivation talent, it's not a pill that increases strength, so naturally, there's no sensation," Xia Feng explained.
He then reached out towards Xia Lin's forehead. Xia Feng glanced at it and smiled, "It's very good. Once you fully digest the pill's efficacy, I'll teach you how to cultivate."
"Okay," Xia Lin nodded happily.
With Xia Lin's cultivation matter finally settled, a weight was lifted from Xia Feng's heart.
He still had twelve pills. If others wanted to cultivate, Xia Feng could give them these pills later.
The remaining pills were of little use to Xia Feng now that Xia Lin could cultivate.
Things that were incredibly precious to others were, to him, merely like chewing gum once Xia Lin met the requirements.
Whether they chose to visit the Immortal Realm or remain on Earth, it was up to them to decide.
After dinner that evening, Xia Feng called Xia Lin over again to check on her. Confirming that the pill had been fully digested, Xia Feng smiled and said, "Your talent is very good, only a little bit less than mine."
"Heh heh... Is it really that good? Brother, are you teasing me?" Xia Lin said with a playful grin.
"Of course, I'm not teasing you. I'll transmit the cultivation secret techniques to you now." Xia Feng then touched Xia Lin's forehead, transmitting all the secret techniques to her.
"Brother, it's so amazing, so much information suddenly appeared in my mind." Xia Lin looked eager to try.
"Study it carefully tonight, and come find me if you encounter any difficulties," Xia Feng instructed.
"Mhm," Xia Lin nodded earnestly.
The night passed without incident. The next day, Xia Feng went to Fudan University.
He had taken a week off last time, and his classes had fallen behind. Xia Feng decided to accelerate the pace. After teaching them for the rest of the semester, he planned to leave Fudan University.
After a ten-day absence, the students were exceptionally excited to see Xia Feng return.
Without Xia Feng's classes, they found everything to be rather dull.
.........
After her first cultivation session the previous night, Xia Lin woke up feeling exceptionally energetic. She could also hear Qin Wen making a phone call downstairs from her room.
Did that mean her brother had overheard everything they had said before?
Especially when she was confiding private matters to Liu Jingru.
Thinking of this, Xia Lin was speechless.
Xia Lin secretly mused to herself, "Brother shouldn't be so bored as to eavesdrop on everyone's conversations."
Xia Lin could only console herself by thinking this.
Today, Xia Lin was going to the company. The movie "Cultivators" was nearing completion. Five directors were working on five different parts, which would then be edited together to form a complete movie.
Filming itself didn't take much time. The most time-consuming aspect was post-production, which was truly an arduous and demanding task.
All the actors had commendable acting skills, so there was no need to call "cut" after a single take.
After finishing breakfast at home, Xia Lin and the others first went to the company, and then to the film base.
As soon as they arrived at the film base, Lin Genxu walked over, greeted Xia Lin politely, and then pulled the so-called "National Little King" aside.
"You son of a bitch, you tricked me! Didn't you tell me it was a bed scene?" Lin Genxu's eyes were filled with extreme complaint, and he felt like cursing.
He vaguely recalled that when it was his turn to film, he had run over to Feng Dagang and said, "I'm about to film a bed scene with Jin Xiaochen. How will it be? If the scale is big, I'll wear tight underwear to avoid any awkwardness."
Feng Dagang listened with a speechless expression and immediately cursed, "What the hell are you thinking? Your bed scene isn't an action scene, it's a death scene! You're lying in bed pretending to be dead."
Lin Genxu was petrified. Moreover, it was on the set, and a group of people were looking at him inexplicably, especially Jin Xiaochen, who looked utterly speechless.
This misunderstanding caused everyone to laugh for three days. From then on, Lin Genxu walked with his head down whenever he met anyone.
"It is a bed scene, when did I lie to you? Did you misunderstand it yourself?" The National Little King put on an expression of not understanding what was being said.
"Stop pretending. It's not like I don't know you. You deliberately misled me," Lin Genxu exposed the National Little King's pretentious face.
The National Little King chuckled and said, "I didn't say anything wrong, you just misunderstood. You, my friend, have impure thoughts, and then you blame me."
"Good brother," Lin Genxu patted the National Little King's shoulder heavily and even hugged him tightly.
Good brother, stabbing him in the back.
"You're hitting me so hard, you're doing it on purpose, aren't you? Believe it or not, I'll give you a shoulder throw and make you really lie in bed for half a month,"
The National Little King removed Lin Genxu's hand.
"Stop pretending. Let you have one hand," Lin Genxu said with a smile.
The National Little King was neither as tall nor as strong as him, so how could he possibly knock him down?
"No need. You attack, and I'll have you on the ground in minutes," the National Little King beckoned Lin Genxu.
"Then I'm coming. Don't blame me if you get hurt later," Lin Genxu confirmed.
"Come on," the National Little King urged.
Upon hearing this, Lin Genxu was determined to teach the National Little King a lesson. He reached out and placed his hand on the National Little King's shoulder, while his other arm wrapped around his neck, intending to throw him to the ground.
The National Little King remained motionless, then gently pushed Lin Genxu's hand away and pulled forcefully.
Lin Genxu couldn't withstand such immense force and leaned forward. The National Little King twisted his leg, kicking the joint behind Lin Genxu's knee, causing Lin Genxu to fall to his knees before him.
Holy shit...