Chapter 123: The Great Points Redemption Campaign

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Kaiyang became famous, and so did the Zhang family. Yet, the protection for Zhang’s family in Kaiyang was thoroughly tight—an independent villa surrounded by guarded perimeters, forbidding anyone from approaching. Still, as long as one lives, unless an orphan, there are always relatives and friends. Overnight, the Zhang family’s reputation soared as if they had ascended to the heavens, stunning all their acquaintances. It was truly a transformation from a mere branch to a soaring phoenix—an elegant metamorphosis rendering them instantly untouchable.

However, Zhang’s father and mother were not heartless or ungrateful. To old friends and relatives, they showed no disdain. Anyone who came was welcomed, though every word was spoken with utmost caution. As parents, once their children prospered, their goal was to avoid causing trouble for them. Of course, within reasonable limits, some things were still possible—such as lending money, or accommodating younger generations who deserved better treatment. Kaiyang opened the gates wide on that front, extending favors wherever possible.

Zhang Kai remained somewhat aloof, communicating mainly with his siblings and the Bone Dragon to stay informed about global affairs and to monitor the restricted zones. Speaking of restricted zones, the first to open was the Wudang Mountain Forbidden Area, now a hotspot and a pilgrimage site thronged daily by countless visitors. After all, it housed the legendary Emperor Lord—a high deity even ancient emperors had never contacted.

Almost everyone took pride in taking photos with the Emperor Lord. Naturally, the price was steep: 500 points per photo, deterring many and sparking the prosperity of other industries. For example, some would pay 500 points for three years of free access; others would even say, “If I can take a photo with the Emperor Lord, I’ll marry you.” This kind of buzz left Zhang Kai speechless. Had the Emperor Lord truly fallen so far? Yet, such a dramatic demotion of status must have reasons—though what they were remained a mystery.

Moreover, many other forbidden zones seemed to be loosening as well. Soon, these areas would blossom everywhere, and the legendary beings within would descend into reality. This situation sparked a business idea in Zhang Kai’s mind. After all, humanity was his resource to tap, yet these restricted zones were siphoning off the precious points people had painstakingly accumulated. It was easy for the deities and spirits within these zones to benefit at his expense—effectively parasitizing him. Therefore, it was necessary to reclaim some of the distributed points.

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There was only one way—steal the spotlight. With a plan in place, Yang Lu notified the Bone Dragon to prepare for action.

A few days later, over the East China Sea, the sky suddenly darkened, energy ran rampant, and waves churned violently as if the world was ending. Amid this terrifying scene, a simple island erupted, releasing a golden light that pierced the clouds, visible for miles around.

Then, a voice thundered through the heavens: “Old Sun Monkey has arrived!”

With that, a majestic monkey appeared within the golden light, awe-inspiring and commanding. Satellites focused on this scene transmitted footage worldwide, leaving countless viewers dumbfounded.

“Today, the Huaguo Mountain Forbidden Area opens. Old Sun Monkey vows to live and die with humanity. Heroes from all directions, come and pay homage,” the monkey declared.

This announcement sent shockwaves and amazement through the masses—some confused but all enthralled. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, was alive and present. He was the childhood idol of so many, and a photo with him was an absolute must.

Within hours, people from around the globe, regardless of motive, rushed to the East China Sea’s Huaguo Mountain. Though it was just a small island, it was now the legendary Huaguo Mountain.

In less than a day, news spread far and wide. Peach trees blossomed beautifully on the island. Troops of monkeys practiced battle formations. Photos with Sun Wukong were offered at a special price of 300 points for a limited three-month period, expiring promptly thereafter.

This frenzy drove even more people wild—adults and children alike, willing to pay any price just to take a photo. Meanwhile, the cultivation community was perplexed. Sun Wukong was a fictional character, never existing in history—how could he suddenly appear? It had to be fake.

Yet the masses paid no heed and rushed forward like mad. Boat fares surged eight times in a single day, but nothing could dampen the enthusiasm.

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The consequence was a sharp decline in visitors to the Wudang Mountain Forbidden Area. Those queuing to photograph the Emperor Lord dropped by ninety percent and continued to dwindle. This left the Wudang Mountain elites, who had been gleefully accumulating points to exploit Earth’s resources and strengthen their power, utterly stunned.

Their business was being stolen—by a fictional monkey? How could a fake character overshadow the Emperor Lord? It was utterly unreasonable! Worse, that monkey even bargained prices—completely disregarding commercial etiquette. Yet, with the crowd gone, Wudang Mountain’s price cuts failed to lure visitors back.

As Sun Wukong’s side frantically reclaimed points, no one expected characters from various movies and TV dramas to begin appearing wildly.

“I am Jiang Ziya, sensing great changes in the world, I have come forth to serve humanity once more. Interested parties may find me for 200 points. After death, there is a chance to enter the Investiture of the Gods; if not, one can still accumulate blessings for descendants,” announced one.

“I am Erlang Shen at Guanjiangkou. Those craving dog meat may come. Heavenly Dog Divine Meat—one bite, juicy and flavorful, with great benefits. Special price: 200 points,” said another.

“Amitabha! Above and below, I alone am supreme. I am Tathagata, emerging to teach the Dharma. Registration fee: 200 points. Once reaching ten thousand participants, the platform will open. Benefits and enlightenment await,” declared yet another.

“I am Chang’e, just returned from the moon, a friend to humanity, teaching celestial dance techniques. Those who grasp it may become my disciples, joining the ranks of immortals. Registration fee: 200 points. Hurry—martial arts class limited to 100,000 students,” she proclaimed.

“I am Dracula, possessing fangs and the pure vampire’s first kiss, seeking fated individuals. Registration fee: 200 points. If you receive my blood’s resonance, I will turn you into a vampire who can live forever without cultivation. Limited to 100 second-generation vampires; miss this and it’s gone,” he boasted.

“I am the Sun God. Want to ride the solar chariot across heaven and earth? One ride is 100 points, carrying 100 people, lasting five days and four nights, including three meals and a photo with the Moon Goddess,” he invited.

“I am Lucifer, King of Hell. A one-day tour of Hell offers thrills and a chance to see deceased loved ones. What are you waiting for? Only 50 points per trip—don’t miss out,” he tempted.

“I am the Matchmaker. You know what that means—a wealth of red strings,” came another voice.

“I am Qin Shi Huang. Exchange your points for gold now,” declared yet another.

In an instant, factions and figures appeared one after another, each accompanied by earth-shattering phenomena, all friendly and welcoming. For points, they offered extraordinary experiences.

These appearances dazzled countless people. Nations remained silent, and cultivators were speechless. Many of these characters never existed; some did. Some even contemplated appearing themselves—only to find their identities already stolen by others who had beaten them to the stage.

“If I show up now, who’s real or fake? Should I swallow my pride and join the business race? These points really seem to be something valuable.”