Legend of the Mythological Genes Chapter 172: A Hit! A Hit! A Hit!

A Hit! A Hit! A Hit!…

The asteroid revolved around the huge Life Planet's orbit and the interior had been emptied to build an extravagant and luxurious palace.

Fatty got up from his specially ordered extra large cabin. His voice was loud and kept on ringing on for a while.

An old butler who seemed to be solemn and old-fashioned led a group of beautiful maids and walked over in surprise. "Young Master, what happened?"

Fatty's gaze assessed the surroundings and an unprecedented sense of confidence and pride rose within him. "I've received guidance from a remarkable existence in the interstellar space and have become an Interstellar cultivator! Right now, this senior wishes to spread Dao across the interstellar space. As he has been in seclusion from the world for a very long time, he can only start from scratch by answering all sorts of questions in the Mythological Forum to garner popularity. This is a great disservice to Senior's respectable identity. In order to express my thanks, I'm going to make him a hit and let even more people see the unrivaled Dao that he propagates!"

His tone was agitated as if he had taken stimulants.

The old butler seemed astonished to see how exaggerated Fatty was making things out to be. Although he knew that this Young Master had always been treated as trash in the clan due to his lack of aptitude in cultivation, he was very smart. Despite his young age, he had used his brains to earn himself a massive amount of money and even a Life Planet.

Now that he had become an Interstellar cultivator, his prospects in the clan would definitely be very bright.

If he were to continue to progress like this, he would have a very great chance to become the number one successor of the clan leader.

Which remarkable cultivator was it to be able to transform something useless into something amazing?

"Quick! Open up the Mythological Forum!" Fatty urged. Usually, he would be too lazy to move his fat body, but now, he darted over with a speed that was quick as lightning, shocking the old butler.

He opened up the Mythological Forum, followed the account "Hongjun" and read the feed.

When the old butler came over to have a look, he was also shocked.

The account "Hongjun" had only been registered for three days, but the number of replies had already exceeded 1,000. Moreover, almost all of the replies were correct, and there were many appreciative comments left behind by others.

"Thank you very much! I've decided to choose a gene evolution path that is compatible with wind and thunder. Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

"This answer is perfect! I'm very satisfied! I've transferred the star coins over. Add me as a friend please!"

"Master has resolved a problem that I've had for a very long time. Thanks!"

"This question is correct!"

"This question is correct as well!"

"They are all correct. How is that possible?"

The old butler and everyone else saw the questions that Hongjun had answered, and they were all very astonished.

The number of questions answered was beyond one's imagination, and the accuracy level was exceptionally high. After scanning through them, they had not spotted any mistakes.

This was far too unbelievable.

The Mythological Forum was the greatest exchange platform in the interstellar space. The question and answer section that required payment was very professional. It involved all kinds of cultivation characteristics and wasn't something that could be answered by ordinary people, let alone the fact that someone had managed to answer so many questions within a mere three days.

However, Fatty wore a matter-of-fact expression. As expected of the founder of the Mythological Genes Association—Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

What a boss! What a boss!

"Quick, from now onward, publish Master Hongjun's ID as well as the questions and answers he had replied. Keep advertising them. I want everyone in the interstellar space to see Dao Ancestor Hongjun's amazing Dao!" Fatty raised his voice and said.

"Isn't the price too huge to be putting in so much money on advertisements?" The old butler hesitated.

"What's there to be afraid of? I have no lack of money!" Fatty said willfully. "Master Hongjun has made me into an Interstellar cultivator. I'm going to let him become a hit across the entire interstellar space!"

This price wasn't considered much to him. Fatty had his mind on the paragon god's mythological path that Dao Ancestor Hongjun had. Of course, this was something that he wasn't going to share with other people!

"Oh, right!" Even at a time like this, he hadn't forgotten about himself. "I want an advertisement as well. I want to let everyone know that I, Zhu Tiangang, have become an Interstellar cultivator!" I want to let those people who have ridiculed me as trash to open up their contemptuous eyes and have a good look!"

Fatty grew up in the wealthiest clan in Huaxia Star Republic—the Zhu Clan. He had never been a low-profile person.

It was just that he previously didn't have any cultivation aptitude and thus couldn't say anything. Therefore, he held it in.

Now that he had turned the tables, becoming an Interstellar cultivator in a day, there was no way that he was going to be low profile!

Was he someone who wouldn't retaliate after being put at a disadvantage?

Ten years wasn't too late for a gentleman to seek revenge.

But a vile character would spend the entire day seeking revenge!

Fatty gritted his teeth, wanting to release all of the vengeful feelings in his heart.

As he spent a huge amount of star coins, endless advertisements flew out across the entire interstellar space like snowflakes.

"There are no useless genes, but only useless people. You've only seen my wealth, but not my effort. You have your rules, I have my choice. You've denied my present, but I'll decide on my future. You ridiculed that I'm fat as a pig and isn't deserving of cultivation. 

"I pity your short-sightedness. You can look down on our talent, but we'll prove it to you whose generation this belongs to. Dreams are destined to be lonely journeys, with no lack of doubts and ridicules from others. But so what if that's the case? Even if we were to suffer from injuries all over, we'll still live a great life. Becoming an Interstellar cultivator in one day! I am Zhu Tiangang, I speak on behalf of trash!

"Do you want to find out the secrets behind myths and legends? Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live? - Mythological Forum, Hongjun propagates Dao!"

It was a hit!

Feng Lin had just gotten offline and opened up the Mythological Forum. There was only one thought on his mind.

An eye-popping number was presented before his eyes.

Followers: 1,583,723

There were a total of 1.58 million followers and this was simply beyond his expectations. He had no idea where they had suddenly popped out from.

This was...

He had become a hit!

Feng Lin wanted to make the ID "Feng Lin" into a Great V of myths and legends. He hadn't expected things to progress so quickly that it was simply unbelievable.

If he had to slowly increase the number of followers by himself, how long would he have to take before he had over one million followers!

He hadn't expected Fatty's means to be so amazing. Regardless if it was Fatty's identity or his abilities, they had all surpassed Feng Lin's expectations. Feng Lin thought that he had already viewed Fatty's status in high regard, but it turned out that he had still underestimated him!

Right now, private messages kept popping up.

"Are you that Dao Ancestor Hongjun who has given Interstellar internet celebrity Zhu Tiangang guidance? Can you give me some guidance as well? Many thanks!"

"Are you really a great cultivator?"

"Liar! How can a piece of trash become a genius?! How is it possible to become an Interstellar cultivator within a day?"

There were all sorts of things in these private messages, including doubt, admiration, slander...

Feng Lin remained undisturbed by the favor and disgrace received, not caring about them at all. He only paid attention to one thing.

Interstellar internet celebrity, Zhu Tiangang?

He started searching online and quickly got results. When he saw Zhu Tiangang saying that line 'I am Zhu Tiangang, I speak on behalf of trash.' seriously, he couldn't hold back and broke out laughing.

People in the city really knows how to have fun! [1]

This Zhu Tiangang was really not a low-profile person!

Feng Lin also saw the advertisements that Zhu Tiangang had put up everywhere. "Do you want to find out the secrets behind myths and legends? Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live? - Mythological Forum, Hongjun propagates Dao!"

It was no wonder the number of his followers had soared so quickly. This advertisement was really crazy. It was like great publicity on the front page of the entire interstellar space!

As expected, in order to become a great V of myths and legends, the best way would still be to create sensations.

The number of followers continued to surge. There were more and more comments as well as many requests for guidance.

"Boss, can you give me some guidance for my cultivation? I've read all the questions that you've answered previously. Those were great answers!"

"Master, I'm a gene cultivator. I'm not sure how I should carry on from now on. Can you help me to derive a genetic formula? Since even the Obese Gene can evolve into the Primeval Gene, then you should also be able to do the same for my Woodify Gene!"

"Senior, I'm a cute girl. I can warm your bed [2] and fold your blankets. As long as you can help me with my cultivation, I can do anything!"

Everything was a mess and there were all sorts of comments.

Feng Lin blocked these harassment accounts one by one, but there was still no end to them.

Beep beep beep!

Sharp piercing sounds kept on ringing and another huge pile of private messages popped up. They came popping up constantly, and no matter how many of them Feng Lin deleted, he still couldn't finish deleting them.

Feng Lin noticed that the rate of increment of his followers was growing faster and faster.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, a hundred million...

Very soon, the number of followers had hit the first small target of 100 million, and it continued to rise rapidly.

There were still only the same words to describe this…

A hit! A hit! A hit!…

[1] An internet lingo with a sarcastic tone that what the person does things that normal people find hard to understand. Also used in a joking tone between friends.

[2] Can be taken both literally and non-literally. For non-literal context, it refers to sexual acts.

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