Pig Swine Gene!
Seeing this newly deduced genetic formula, Feng Lin's earlier suspicions were confirmed. Wasn't "Pig Swine" the name of Zhu Bajie before he became Tang Sanzang's disciple, when he was still a pig demon?
Zhu Bajie was the Heavenly Marshal Tianpeng who descended to the mortal world, commanding a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, a major deity among the Three Realms. He was only banished to the mortal realm for harassing Chang'e and mistakenly reincarnated into a pig's womb. Even so, Zhu Bajie mastered the Thirty-Six Heavenly Transformations and the Nine-Tooth Rake Technique, making him immensely powerful, second only to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
Feng Lin hadn't initially realized that this fat man, cursed as a waste, had such immense potential, capable of walking the mythical path of Zhu Bajie. If he continued cultivating smoothly with his prominent family backing him, his future would be limitless.
Thinking this, Feng Lin's heart stirred.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven was a monkey; Zhu Bajie was a pig!
A monkey and a pig combination—that seemed promising!
Would he eventually have to form the Tang Sanzang disciple group of five?
Feng Lin grew increasingly eager to recruit this fat man.
Just the fat man's illustrious background was worth the effort, let alone his own tremendous potential. If he became a member of the Mythical Gene Society, it could greatly strengthen Feng Lin's faction's foundation. Leveraging the fat man's family connections, he could quietly extend the Mythical Gene Society's reach into the interstellar realm.
The idea was good, but how to execute it?
That required careful thought!
First, as Hongjun, the master of the Mythical Gene Society, he couldn't appear too eager when recruiting personally. Going overboard would backfire and reveal too much. What was easily obtained was rarely valued.
So, it was best to trick this fat man into voluntarily joining the Mythical Gene Society, then put him through rigorous trials to make him understand that joining wasn't so simple!
Feng Lin's mind raced as he gradually formed a plan. He tapped on his identity chip and entered the Mythical Forum.
The fat man Zhu Tiangang's avatar immediately popped up.
Feng Lin switched to his Hongjun persona and looked over.
"Master Hongjun, I sincerely beg you for the next evolution formula for the Big Belly Gene! We can negotiate anything! Star coins are nothing; if star coins won't work, I can trade other precious cultivation resources! Star cores? Vacuum crystals? Negative entropy water? ... Anything is fine!" After being strung along by Feng Lin for two more days, the fat man was frantic, spouting a string of words, nearly emptying his entire stash.
To him, these cultivation resources, though precious, were useless if he couldn't cultivate. As long as he could continue cultivating, with his skills and family background, obtaining new resources wouldn't be hard. Only the subsequent gene formula was too rare. Having finally become an interstellar cultivator, how could he bear to stagnate?
To keep moving forward, Feng Lin was his only lifeline, and he was willing to pay any price.
Rich bastard!
Every name the fat man uttered made Feng Lin's heart pound. These were incredibly rare cultivation resources, unattainable with star coins, priceless and unavailable on the market.
But to maintain Hongjun's detached, otherworldly demeanor, Feng Lin kept his expression calm, smiled enigmatically, and said unhurriedly, "I do know the next cultivation method! Let's just say your genetic cultivation path has a brilliantly bright future, leading to a supreme divine and demonic mythical path! Unique and boundless!"
"Supreme divine and demonic path?!" The fat man was shocked rather than pleased, crying out in surprise, completely stunned.
Having been mocked as a waste for so long, he'd lost confidence in himself, originally just hoping to walk the path of cultivation! He hadn't considered how good that path might be! The Big Belly Gene was merely a mid-tier original gene, not high-grade, but he didn't care. With his family background and ample cultivation resources, even the most ordinary mythical path could be developed to its fullest, step by step.
But now, suddenly told he was on a unique, supreme divine and demonic path, he was utterly dumbfounded.
It was like someone going gold prospecting and getting hit on the head by an entire mountain of gold.
Happiness came too suddenly; his little heart could barely take it!
The fat man's breathing quickened, and the fat on his belly began to ripple like waves.
But before he could enjoy it too long, Feng Lin's next words doused him like a bucket of cold water, snapping him back to reality.
"The true scripture cannot be lightly passed on! This supreme divine and demonic path can't be measured by star coins! I can't teach you!" Feng Lin said profoundly, continuing his grand deception while his heart bled.
That was 100 million star coins—a small goal gone.
"Then how? How can you teach me?" The fat man grew anxious.
"The true scripture is not for those without destiny! If you want the complete mythical path, you must prove you're the destined one capable of joining the Mythical Gene Society!" Feng Lin threw out his trump card, continuing to deceive, determined to fool the fat man completely.
"This..." The fat man hesitated.
The Mythical Gene Society?
What kind of secret organization was this? Not some hidden interstellar cult, was it?
Though rich, he wasn't stupid. Born into a renowned interstellar family, even as a waste unable to cultivate, he'd received top-tier elite education, far sharper than ordinary people. Suddenly joining a mysterious organization—how could that not seem off?
He wavered.
Feng Lin wasn't worried. He had the fat man by the throat; he was sure he'd agree.
"Since you have no such intention, it means you're not the destined one. Let's drop it!" Feng Lin said coolly, pretending to log off, playing hard to get.
Sure enough, the fat man panicked at that.
This was his only chance to get the subsequent techniques—how could he miss it?
"Master Hongjun, at least tell me the general situation of the Mythical Gene Society! What should I do to join?" The fat man said helplessly, his face wrinkling with fat, his large, fan-like ears drooping weakly, looking worried.
Feng Lin saw through him at a glance and said calmly, "Don't worry. The Mythical Gene Society isn't a cult; it's just a mutual-aid cultivation organization based in the virtual universe. Its members are all incredibly powerful interstellar cultivators, and some secret cultivation knowledge is only shared within the society."
"Is that so?" The fat man sighed in relief. That didn't sound too bad—at least it wasn't a cult. And since it was an organization based in the virtual universe, not involving his real identity, it was manageable.
"Alright! I'll join!" The fat man made his decision and agreed readily.
But now Feng Lin wasn't about to agree easily. "The Mythical Gene Society has its own rules; we don't recruit just anyone! If you want to join, you must undergo a series of trials. Are you sure you can handle it?"
The more Feng Lin said this, the more interested the fat man became.
Such strict rules—it must be some deeply rooted, secret cultivation organization. Joining would bring endless benefits.
"Master Hongjun, I've made up my mind! Tell me, what trials? I can accept anything!" The fat man said firmly, his face resolute.
Done!
Feng Lin smiled, knowing the fat man was completely fooled.
But he wouldn't reveal the specific trials—that would make it too easy. Without a tough ordeal, how would he appreciate the chance to join the Mythical Gene Society?
"Give me your virtual universe ID!" Feng Lin smiled without answering.
The fat man paused, then obediently sent his virtual universe ID.
"Enter the virtual universe, and I'll send you a wisp of Hongmeng white energy. With it, you can enter the Mythical Gene Society for one day and receive the trial opportunity. Only by passing the trial can you officially join!" Feng Lin left these words, then vanished, logging off without any delay.
The fat man immediately cried out in place, "Hey, Master Hongjun, don't go!"