Chapter 911: Chapter 909: I'm Fifty-Fifty with the Heavenly Dao 1
Chapter 911: The Heavenly Dao and I Are Fifty-Fifty (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“Damn, even the Heavenly Dao celebrates birthdays?”
“It’s not entirely impossible. Something like a grand Sacrifice to Heaven ceremony?”
“But ranking the reward tiers by surname is a bit off, isn’t it?”
“And on what basis is Lin ranked first? Is the Heavenly Dao surnamed Lin too?”
Ordinary players discussed among themselves.
They felt something was wrong with this game notification that had suddenly appeared on every player’s panel.
“Hey. Look at that guy.”
“Holy shit!”
“Holy shit!”
Nearby players had spotted Lin Feng, shrouded in golden light.
The golden light that represented a level-up flashed again and again, without stopping, practically blinding.
A player could not help but rush over and shout at Lin Feng, “Hey, your surname is Lin, right? Can you tell us exactly how many levels you’ve been rewarded?”
“I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.”
Lin Feng denied it three times in a row, about to leave immediately to find Demon Buddha and the others.
Ordinary players might think the Heavenly Dao was just throwing a fit and handing out free benefits.
But Lin Feng had immediately realized this sudden turn of events had to be connected to Lin Qi.
Whether it was the Heavenly Dao’s birthday giveaway or the Hundred Family Surnames.
This was a meme only their Old Lin family would understand.
So to say this incident, this near game-paranormal event, had nothing to do with Lin Qi —
Lin Feng was the first to not believe it.
What the hell is that guy up to now!
Lin Feng was burning with anxiety. The continuous level-up rewards brought him no joy at all.
He turned quickly, heading toward the Safe Zone while hurrying to contact Demon Buddha.
But he was surrounded by a crowd of ordinary players.
“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Bro, we’re just curious how many level rewards the number one Lin player actually gets.”
“Exactly, exactly. We’re purely curious. Don’t hide it.”
“My surname isn’t Lin, all of you move!”
Lin Feng was irritated and roared in anger.
“Damn, the level-up golden light on you hasn’t stopped at all, and you still say you’re not surnamed Lin!”
“Don’t be so stingy. Come on, just tell us and we’ll let you leave.”
“Scram!”
Lin Feng erupted in fury. His fist shot out like a dragon, clean and sharp, directly killing the group of players who didn’t know death was coming.
He flew into the air, and then.
Suddenly, without the slightest warning, without the slightest anticipation.
Lin Feng, midair, went still as if petrified, frozen above the ground with a look of terror in his eyes.
Yet everything around was normal. The wind blew, the clouds moved.