Supreme Grandpa

Three days later, Great Energy Pill was officially put into production.

The factory order was stable, and Yang Song did not continue to supervise the work.

Instead, he returned to the secret room directly through the hole that was dug and covered with tiles and lights.

During this time, he had been very busy.

Now, he could finally take advantage of this free time to start cultivating well.

"By the way, I have never used that Yellow Spring Shell Bead given by Huang Shi last time! I don't know how effective it is."

In the secret room, Yang Song sat cross-legged on the futon, holding the silver bead.

"At present, my strength is very strong, but my actual combat experience is almost zero. I have to find time to go to the abyss or find old friends to practice."

"In addition, my cultivation is still in the Foundation Building stage. I don't know when it will be upgraded. Because of the Washing Marrow Pill, I advanced from the 1st stage to the 4th stage of the Qi Refining Realm. So with the pills and the secret manual, it should be possible for me to reach 2nd stage of the Foundation Realm, right?"

Putting Yellow Spring Shell Bead in front of him, Yang Song immediately began to recite the cultivation formula in silence.

During this period of cultivation, in the secret room, the number of psionic particles had become extremely small. It was not enough for him to use in his cultivation, but after having this bead, the effect was immediately different.

Following the movement of the cultivation technique, two psychic particles appeared on the beads immediately, and they swiftly penetrated into his own breath.

"It has the effect of increasing the speed of cultivation."

After discovering that the two psionic particles were absorbed at the same time, Yang Song was overjoyed.

Before cultivation, he could only operate one psionic particle at a time, and it took 30 minutes for each to be completely absorbed.

If he had two at the same time, this meant that his speed of cultivation could be doubled.

When Yang Song was cultivating cross-legged quietly, Xiao Laoxu, who was originally sitting at the table reading and looking drowsy, rolled his eyes and tiptoed off the table. Then, he got into the secret room's hole with a whistling sound and made his way towards the factory.

During this period of time, Luo Xiang had been hiding in the dark. Yang Song was very busy and didn't find him out.

But Xiao Laoxu clearly remembered the smell of Luo Xiang.

It had discovered Luo Xiang's existence long ago.

Thinking of the last time he grabbed a treasure from Luo Xiang, and Yang Song rewarded himself with so many textbooks, he was very grateful. Especially the feeling of ecstasy and dying after eating the Great Energy Pill.

So now, he intended to thank Luo Xiang a lot!

He would let Luo Xiang eat dozens of that pill at once. He would feel good and refreshing!

...

After more than half a month of serialization, the number of words in the book "Battle Through the Paradise" was increasing on Runningnovel website.

There was already a trend of becoming popular across the entire network.

This day happened to be Monday.

The list of Runningnovel was refreshed, and the book "Battle Through the Paradise" firmly occupied the first place in the major lists for the first time.

First in the weekly favorite list, first in the weekly click list, and first in the new book list.

It was just too dazzling!

"Fuck, what the hell is this book? It's fine if he gives the reward himself, but he had to pay money to be at the top of all lists too? How stupid of a person can be?"

Some unsuspecting authors' first reaction after seeing the list was to breathe the foul smell and curse uncaringly.

However, curse comments had become much less.

With the fermentation of this period of time, more readers and authors had also read the content of the book. They had a completely different attitude.

"Internet literature has developed for more than ten years, and it has always been about the world of martial arts. After reading The Sky Laughs The Earth Teases' book, I feel that there will definitely be a huge earthquake in the Internet literature circle in the future. Please look forward to it."

"It's hot. This book is really going to be hot! It's a genre I've never read before."

"I'm curious. Why is this kind of good book not signed? Is the website's editor blind?"

"The Book of God, this must be the Book of God! Looking back at those martial arts, they are simply rubbish... only Brother Yan is awesome!"

Reviews similar to each other directly covered all the previous cursing and questioning.

And it continued to explode.

However, the very first review that was posted at the beginning was currently receiving slaps from all directions. Hence, this review was also very popular, and it ranked first.

In any case, "Battle Through the Paradise" was about to catch fire.

But for more than half a month, a certain intermediary editor of the editorial department of Runningnovel had been very depressed every day.

On weekdays, when such a divine book was published under his own name, it was estimated that he would bring wind wherever he walked to. What's more, he would go to various groups to brag about it every day.

During this time, he was aggrieved.

There was even a feeling of doubting life.

The chief editor also troubled him with the same question recently. He always asked him why he didn't sign a contract with such a godly book.

Facing the other party's inquiries, he could only cry without tears.

Every single damn day, he would turn on his computer without turning it off for a long time.

He kept looking at the dialog box every time too. But every morning, noon, and night, he sent a lot of "Here" in the dialog box. But the author completely ignored him.

…

Tong City, Military Governor Mansion, another chapter was finished. Today, he finished seven chapters in one breath.

Yang Haodong stopped then, opened the page of Runningnovel's author, and glanced at the data of his novel.

Collection: 53,888

Votes: 183,000

Reward: 3.58 million points

Book review: 3,522

After a little research, he found that this website did not many books that were better than his own, which made him quite satisfied.

"In the past half month, the story progressed a lot! The current word count is already more than 300,000 words. The protagonist is about to kill the Hazy Cloud Sect and start a huge plot! It's time for me to sign, right? Humph, but that editor is too arrogant!"

Thinking of this, Yang Haodong opened the chat.

When he saw the editor named 'Finger Pie', who had been sending three messages a day for half a month, after sending nearly a hundred 'Here', he had the urge to vomit blood on the spot.

"This guy is really sick! Don't you have any other word to say other than this? I will not answer you in particular!"

Yang Haodong said unhappily that he turned off the dialog box on the spot. Anyway, he could still receive rewards. He couldn't get a recommendation position on the website at most without signing a contract.

But since his book was very hot, then it didn't matter whether there was a recommendation or ranking or not.

After Yang Haodong scolded a few sentences, he didn't care too much. After all, after thinking about these, how could he code words happily?

After taking a sip of water, Yang Haodong carefully studied the follow-up plot outline sent by his old man. After a little thought, his ten fingers crackled on the keyboard again.

Code words could make him happy!

Code words could make him a hundred times more energetic!

Code word could make him forget all the troubles and worldly affairs!

In a short while, Yang Haodong continued to indulge in it and could not extricate himself. Fortunately, even if his novel was not signed and not on the list, as long as it was liked and sought after by readers, it would have a certain influence.

So Yang Song's side. Yang Song turned on the computer occasionally. But after seeing Yang Haodong's situation, he didn't bother to remind him.

He believed that at this time, the editor of Runningnovel website was much more anxious than himself.