The second wave of media outlets originally had a mind to stir up trouble, intending to cash in on this sky-high traffic.
Some even felt that “blood is thicker than water,” thinking that perhaps once Nan Zhi broadened her mind in the future, she might actually forgive her second uncle's family.
As it turned out, Nan Fang had the absolute gall to accept interviews from over a dozen domestic and foreign media outlets, shamelessly claiming that Nan Zhi showed no respect for her elders, failed to think of her own family when she struck it rich, and wouldn't even be allowed into the ancestral graves after she died.
He even sought the approval of those around him as he made his accusations, seemingly believing from the bottom of his heart that spreading these words would completely ruin Nan Zhi's reputation and make her the target of public condemnation.
All the media personnel who heard this: “...”
They wished they could gouge out their own eyes, or that they were deaf and mute, having never laid eyes on this absolute idiot.
Just what breed of brain-dead fool was this?
You are literally trying to form a blood feud with her.
If this were a dark cultivation novel, your entire family would be exterminated—even the cockroaches in the house would lose their heads, and the yolks of the eggs in the kitchen would be shaken to pieces!
The second wave of media outlets collectively deleted their interview videos, and the on-site reporters scrambled away, leaving this idiot stranded on the spot as if they were fleeing the plague.
The third wave, the fourth wave, the fifth wave...
Not a single media outlet, not even the most unscrupulous ones in Taiwan or Hong Kong, dared to publish Nan Fang's interview content.
They all suspected that this family had read too many novels, their brains completely filled with cringe-worthy melodrama.
A cultivator being forced by public opinion to bow to mortals under societal pressure?
If public opinion were that powerful, World War I and World War II wouldn't have even been fought; everyone might as well have thrown away their guns and sanctioned the enemy with spit!
Such an absurd joke was something even keyboard warriors on the internet wouldn't dare to troll.
In novels, a Great Completion stage cultivator fearing public opinion and letting a Foundation Establishment stage junior sister dig out their inner core was just a joke to be read and forgotten.
But this was reality!
If you dared to utter even a single insult, who knew if the other party would see it and casually toss a ghost artifact over to exterminate your entire clan?
Thus, beneath the videos posted by Nan Fang's family, the comments were entirely along the lines of “My heart aches for Sister,” “Hugs to Sister Nan Zhi,” “Sister is so amazing, so inspiring,” and “I want to be Sister's dog”...
Even the crowd that loved to argue the most only silently left a thumbs-up.
Keyboard warriors were just trolls, not clinically brain-damaged.
They would bark when they usually could online, but now that they ran into someone who actually had the power to ruin them, what were they waiting for if not to shut up immediately?
They really couldn't understand Nan Fang's operations.
You had a history of forming grudges with her, forcing her to marry and seizing her ancestral property. Instead of keeping a low profile and burning incense to your ancestors every day to pray that Nan Zhi would forget about you, you were jumping up and down like a monkey.
You really aren't afraid of death.
She didn't become an official, nor did she strike it rich; she cultivated and became an immortal!
You aren't even in the same dimension anymore. Wouldn't dealing with an idiot like you be a total dimensional reduction strike?
Forget about using spells. Just a few random followers trying to curry favor with the Demon Suppression Division would be enough to ruin you, and you wouldn't even have a place to cry.
Nan Fang's family completely missed out on this sky-high fortune, and the entire internet was laughing at them for having air in their brains.
In the face of absolute strength, any clamor was merely the antics of a buffoon.
That they had survived until now was thanks, first, to the country's rule of law, and second, to Nan Zhi's kindness.
Even Qin Yue couldn't help but sigh:
How could a person have the guts to go to such lengths?
To think of using moral kidnapping to force a cultivator at the Qi Refinement level 5 to submit?
However, there was no need to let Nan Zhi know about these trivial matters.
Such minor issues wouldn't even make it in front of her, as someone would naturally handle them.
Cultivators were people outside the mortal realm. Although Huaxia had not yet introduced laws regarding practitioners, the higher-ups were already in urgent discussions.
Especially a precious treasure like Nan Zhi, who had an impeccable background, was naturally well-disposed toward Huaxia, and could generate immense benefits. She was rarer and more precious than even the Chinese sturgeon.
...
Nan Zhi didn't bother to ask about Nan Fang's fate.
The greater the benefits, the greater the risks.
She was currently pushed to the forefront of public attention, and the entire world was watching the Demon Suppression Division, so there would naturally be those with ill intentions.
If he were a bit smarter and kept a low profile, it would be fine, but he just had to jump out and play the clown. Once he was targeted in the future, what he would lose would be his very life.
However, none of this had much to do with Nan Zhi anymore.
On the other hand, her parents, who had divorced and formed their own separate families, also sent text messages to ask about her. Aside from basic, distant pleasantries, they asked if she could bring them along to practice cultivation.
Nan Zhi's feelings for her parents in reality were quite weak, perhaps not even as close as she felt toward Chen Jingui and Nan Dazhuang.
Without expectations, there would be no disappointment.
For the sake of the child support that had been paid without fail every month until she turned eighteen, Nan Zhi commissioned Qin Yue to send a bottle of Blood Supplementing Pills to each of the two families, and she had no further plans to contact them.
Only now did she understand that the path of cultivation was long; everyone was but a passing traveler, and only a single Dao Heart remained unchanging.
With the spiritual energy accumulating in her body and her mind gaining enlightenment, breaking through to Foundation Establishment level 4 naturally came about as a matter of course.
...
...
The disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with her. Nan Zhi planned to begin studying the art of alchemy.
—Refining pills required a calm mind and absolute concentration, and it especially required stable surrounding spiritual energy; otherwise, it was easy for the cauldron to explode.
The government provided her with an excellent location for refining pills.
A secret island located out at sea, far from the hustle and bustle. The mountains on the island had a spiritual pulse that snaked along like a serpent. Although remote, it excelled in its tranquility.
Thus, on the eve of the Lunar New Year, a time of joy and reunion for every family in Huaxia, Qin Yue accompanied Nan Zhi as they secretly landed on Spirit Snake Island by plane.
Assisted by the game system, Nan Zhi's alchemy steps were much simpler compared to those of the cultivators on the Four Provinces Continent.
For example, for the simplest 【Blood Supplementing Pill】, she only needed to throw one portion of hemostatic grass, one portion of Yellow Lingzhi, three century-old Panax notoginseng, one portion of money grass, and one portion of elderberry into the cauldron to obtain...
【An Utterly Failed Batch of Pills: A collection of elixir dregs with a bizarre taste and unrecognizable shape. Consuming it results in Constitution -10 and Combat Power -10.
(The process was fine, the steps were fine, but getting everything completely wrong is also a talent of its own.)】
Nan Zhi rubbed her chin and comforted herself:
“It's fine, it's fine. For a first batch of pills, being able to take any shape at all already beats 99.99% of the practitioners in the country. Let's try again.”
—The Danxia Cauldron had appeared in the Mountain Lord's cave, so for this refinement, she used the medicine cauldron found in Daoist Qinglong's storage bag, along with the Snowy Mountain vine heart fire.
One portion of hemostatic grass, one portion of Yellow Lingzhi, three century-old Panax notoginseng, one portion of money grass, and one portion of elderberry.
The glaze-like cold fire rolled inside the medicine cauldron as the various herbs were thrown in, strictly in order.
Under the extraction of the pill fire, a burst of bitter herbal fragrance wafted from the cauldron. The clusters of medicinal herbs transformed into a viscous liquid, gradually boiling, combining, and solidifying.
Nan Zhi's face filled with anticipation.
The cauldron flew open, releasing waves of herbal fragrance, yet the inside was still a pitch-black, gooey mess.
【An Utterly Failed Batch of Pills: A collection of elixir dregs with a bizarre taste and unrecognizable shape. Consuming it results in Agility -10 and Luck -10.
(Perhaps you should consider switching careers to poison-making.)】
Nan Zhi took a deep breath and smiled as she made an internationally recognized friendly gesture.
She swore that up until the second before the pills were out of the cauldron, there hadn't been any problem.
But the very instant she lifted the lid, this batch of pills turned into useless dregs.
Schrödinger's Pill, is it?
So where exactly did things go wrong?
Rate on N.U.
