I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3656: Chapter 1781: Youth

Southern Region, Feng Family City, Flower Moon Tower.

Half a year ago, Flower Moon Tower was just an insignificant place for revelry in the Southern Region of the Land of Sin.

But ever since Feng Zhongzui became famous, transforming into the most powerful Preacher of this era, donning the Great Cloak as "Emperor Zhongzui".

"A drink before the Flower Moon Tower, test your three-foot golden-pink sword in your bosom!"

This phrase disseminated by Feng Zhongzui became well-known across the five regions.

Initially, whom it was said about and what it referred to no longer mattered.

The words gained a certain degree of popularity, and after some hype, Flower Moon Tower suddenly became the top brothel in the Southern Region.

Some even proposed a slogan: "The First Pavilion in the Sky, the Flower Moon Tower in the world, two towers standing side by side, seeking the Path and indulging in pleasure."

Flower Moon Tower was so scared its legs went weak, repeatedly saying it didn’t dare.

This slogan was initiated by Feng Zhongzui with Flower Moon Tower, who hired people across the Five Domain to create a buzz.

In a way, you could say Feng Zhongzui and Flower Moon Tower complemented each other.

At that time, after the preaching events, countless people from the five regions came to Flower Moon Tower to invite Feng Zhongzui for drinks, and Feng Zhongzui gladly made friends.

Now he was practically half an owner of Flower Moon Tower.

On ordinary days, when preaching, it was either at the Feng Family Mansion or telling stories about the Feng family in the Southern Region, or bragging about past glories.

Some were envious, others rejected him.

So, more often, it was settled at this Flower Moon Tower, at the top of the high building where that famous quote was inscribed on the "Sword Testing Platform."

"Young Feng, something big happened!"

"Excuse me, I’m looking for Young Feng, thank you!"

At this time, around the Sword Testing Platform, people were swarming.

Feng Zhongzui had just invited two ancient swordsmen to a sword competition on the platform.

He was munching on sunflower seeds, crossing his legs, occasionally offering guidance and comments to those on the stage.

Upfront, someone was focusing one Golden Apricot on the Sword Testing Platform, capturing the preaching and martial display, and another on Feng Zhongzui, listening to his commentary.

Worth mentioning...

Feng Zhongzui got plumper.

Not only did his cheeks have more flesh, but the entirety of him was like this.

He sat on a Grand Master’s chair, relaxed in posture, with a slightly protruding belly, like being six months pregnant, chins stacking to five layers, eyes squinted, squeezed by flesh.

Compared to half a year ago, Feng Zhongzui no longer had the youthful elegance, and he had acquired a sense of affluence—despite not being middle-aged, he was prospering.

In his preaching images, only a few comments were aimed at the two on the stage, while most were joking about Feng Zhongzui:

"Stop drinking, that was the sixteenth jar today, you can really drink!"

"Eat less roast chicken, my Emperor Zhongzui, don’t you see how big your belly is? Don’t you care about it? I do, I need to wash my eyes!"

"I give up, if it’s not possible, Feng Zhongzui you should do some Spiritual Cultivation and lose weight, how can an ancient swordsman be so lazy, you can’t even eat a chicken leg without someone feeding you?"

"Return my youthful Feng Zhongzui! Who are you? Get down from Emperor Zhongzui!"

"Still eating? You’ve lost audience, they all went to the matchmaker!"

"Matchmaker? Hehe... White Matchmaker, Big Matchmaker! Feng Zhongzui’s favorite!"

"..."

To say it, the audience did drift away.

Initially, Feng Zhongzui didn’t care.

His daily routine now was waking, sobering up, bathing and changing, then taking a sedan chair to Flower Moon Tower.

All he needed to do was start the Golden Apricot preaching broadcast, pick a few people to compete on stage, and this Sword Testing Platform could sustain him for the rest of his life, even support the entire Feng family.

Calling him the cash cow of the Feng family in the Southern Region was not an exaggeration!

The number of spectators for the Golden Apricot screen was always fluctuating, at best reaching seven or eight million, at worst five or six million.

Who was he?

Emperor Zhongzui!

As poor as it could get, would it drop to five or six people?

But at present, it wasn’t as dire as five or six, yet just after a brief moment it seemed to drop from more than seven million to three million?

"Where did they go?"

Feng Zhongzui glanced at the numbers, startled to straighten up... but couldn’t bounce up!

He adjusted to a more comfortable posture, whispered to the tattered beauty beside him, "Where did everyone go, show me what’s happening."

Feng Zhongzui disdained reading comments while explaining.

When he carried the Dao Imparting Mirror, he didn’t have this habit.

Even now with seven million people, if each left a comment, he couldn’t keep up, and they were all criticizing his weight gain, which was unpleasant to read.

Little did they know, in Ancient Sword Technique, there is some understanding too: Sword Nurturing Technique!

But comments couldn’t be ignored, so Feng Zhongzui instructed people to occasionally sift through a few lines for lottery draws, and he would answer questions.

The sudden drop of millions of viewers meant something must have gone wrong somewhere...

"It surely couldn’t be a problem with me, right?"

For half a year, his style remained consistent, reaching its peak.

Feng Zhongzui had only prospered, not become foolish, and if he truly wished to slim down, he believed he had the willpower, just didn’t want to.

Amidst numerous preachers and a hundred schools of thought contending.

Even though he was the first to take the plunge, without some distinct recognition, he would soon be submerged by massive waves.

Although his name carries ’drunken’, Feng Zhongzui was perfectly sober!

The scantily clad maid by his side soon approached, leaning over gently, "It seems everyone went to the matchmaker, heard something big happened."

Matchmaker?

Feng Zhongzui knew of this woman.

If he was the first in the preaching world, Matchmaker was a rising star with a tendency to overshadow him.

—Of course, this was based on him still being slim, now there’s not a chance she’d win!

Unless the sky fell.

Or she paired up with Lord Shou.

"How could that be, haha..."

Feng Zhongzui laughed thinking about this, even he hadn’t been able to contact Lord Shou for half a year, if Lord Shou were to make a return, he would surely be the first choice.

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