Just as Lin Yu and Feng Jiu were passing by, a crystal-clear yellow bead slowly rolled down to their feet.
Feng Jiu bent down to pick it up, her eyes wide with shock, and said, "Young Marshal, this is..."
Lin Yu nodded without saying anything, but a hint of shock was also evident in his eyes.
"You old geezer, a good dog doesn't block the way, get out of here or I'll kick you to death!"
"Our brother will be here soon, don't get in the way!"
"Stop talking nonsense, drag him away!"
Several brainless fans shouted arrogantly, dragging the old man like an old dog to the door, preparing to throw him down the steps.
"stop!"
Upon seeing this, Lin Yu immediately reprimanded him.
Feng Jiu suddenly took a step forward, and a burst of killing intent instantly erupted from her.
The group of young people felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them, and they turned pale with fright and took a few steps back in unison.
Lin Yu snorted, immediately stepped forward, helped the old man to sit on the steps.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
The old man trembled, his face contorted in extreme pain, as if he were in too much agony to speak.
Lin Yu frowned, then immediately reached out and placed his palm on his back.
The old man shuddered, feeling a warm current surge from his back, spreading throughout his body. His complexion finally returned to normal, and he took a slight breath before staring at Lin Yu in shock.
"Young man, are you a martial arts master?"
The old man was no ordinary person; he was also a martial arts practitioner, though his aptitude was somewhat lacking, and he hadn't yet grasped the essence of internal energy.
However, he knew in his heart that what Lin Yu had just transferred to him was internal energy.
Lin Yu smiled without saying a word.
True Qi and internal strength are two different things for cultivators, but he didn't need to explain it to the old man.
He said with a slightly solemn expression, "Old man, your body is already at its limit. It's a miracle that you've lasted this long!"
When he was channeling his inner energy into the old man, he discovered that the old man's body was almost completely depleted, like a candle flickering in the wind, and could collapse at any moment.
At the same time, he knew in his heart that the reason why the other party had been able to hold on until now was naturally because of that yellow bead.
The old man shook his head and sighed, subconsciously touching his chest. At that moment, his expression changed, and he quickly turned around, searching along the ground.
"Hey! Old man, what are you doing! Are you never going to stop? Our brother is coming, can't you just get out of the way?!"
Among the die-hard fans, the leader was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. At this moment, she stood up, put her hands on her hips, glared and shouted.
"Outrageous! Is this how you treat a sick old man?" Feng Jiu said angrily. "At such a young age, instead of studying properly, what are you doing chasing after fans? Calling him 'brother'? I think he's more like poop or dog shit!"
"What did you say??"
"You dare to insult our brother?"
"Who do you think you are? You're the one who looks like dog shit!"
"Try saying it again!"
Several female fans jumped out, their eyes blazing with fury, wishing they could tear Feng Jiu to pieces.
"Someone, bring over my brother's poster and give it to this bastard. Let him open his dog eyes and see who the real idiot is!!" The female fan in the lead was actually the president of the fan club. She had an arrogant and domineering look on her face and was quite unruly.
At her command, another female fan quickly took out a poster, spread it out, and showed it to Feng Jiu.
That's it?
Feng Jiu said with a look of disdain, "He's so effeminate, you'd think he was a woman if you didn't know better. And he's just average-looking, not even as handsome as me!"
"Not as handsome as you?" The female president laughed angrily, pointing at Feng Jiu's nose and scolding, "You dare to compare yourself to my brother?"
"You're wrong, it's this poop that's not worthy to be compared to me!"
A red glint flashed in Feng Jiu's eyes as she glanced at the female fans beside her. "Tell me, who's more handsome, me or this daddy?"
Several female fans were immediately stunned, their eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Of course you're handsome!"
"Brother, you're so handsome!"
"You're way more handsome than Xiao Zhankun, your dad!"
Several female fans licked their lips, their mouths practically watering.
Feng Jiu was already a natural beauty, and with her seductive charm, what woman could resist her?
"You, all of you shut up! You traitors, get out of here!!" The female president was furious, wishing she could give these infatuated girls a good spanking.
However, she had to admit that Feng Jiu was indeed quite good-looking. She had seen Xiao Zhankun without makeup, and to be honest, he might not be as handsome as Feng Jiu.
But she's a die-hard fan of Xiao Zhankun, how could she possibly back down!
She pointed at Feng Jiu's nose and scolded, "Look at yourself! What do you have besides a pretty face? We love your talent! Our brother is not only a top-notch actor, but he has also released three albums!"
As she spoke, she pointed to the poster and said, "Brother's latest album 'Ji Ni Tai Mei' is about to be released. Once it's released, it's expected to sell at least two billion copies! Brother will immediately become the ceiling of the Chinese music scene! Even Andy Lau can't compare!"
"Two billion tickets?" Feng Jiu gave an exaggerated expression.
"Hehe, scared, aren't you?" The female president said smugly. "You have no idea how influential our brother is. He single-handedly supports the entire Chinese music scene. He has over seven billion fans worldwide, and he has hundreds of millions of fans on Douyin alone!"
Seven billion?
Feng Jiu had a look of utter disbelief on her face.
Does this include fans of the underworld?
Lin Yu couldn't stand it any longer, so he shook his head and walked over.
What kind of weird kids are these? They're so brain-dead that they've lost all basic common sense in their pursuit of idols.
If the younger generation is like this, what future does this country have?
It seems that these "traffic stars" really need to be regulated.
brush!
With a wave of his hand, he snatched the poster into his palm.
With a gentle rub, the huge poster quickly shrank and then turned into tiny fragments that fell to the ground.
The female president and others were immediately stunned.
"Holy crap! This is a fluorescent poster I spent thousands of dollars making, and you ruined it?! Are you kidding me?!"
The female student council president, enraged, yelled at a tall young man beside her, "Kid, break his lousy hands! I'm going to cripple him today, no, I'm going to send him straight to the morgue to lie on a plank!!"
The tall man immediately stepped forward. He was burly and a bit dark-skinned, just like the one who stole the cassock.
However, everyone else wore a cold smile.
This guy is the best fighter in their fan club, a black belt in Taekwondo. This kid is completely finished today!
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