Chapter Fifty-two: Lighting Cigarettes Never Uses Lighters

  Ye Qing sat on the ground in despair, the last bit of spiritual energy left in his body had also been completely consumed by the recent levitation. What's more, without spiritual energy, it was impossible to even take things out from the Qing Ye world. Cultivating immortality was a difficult task, and without spiritual energy, every step was a struggle!

  Ye Qing had no choice but to enter the Wan Yao Forest again, although it was only the edge, but the spiritual energy here was slightly better than outside.

  Ye Qing first sat cross-legged on the ground for a stick of incense, then flew to an ancient tree that pierced the sky, thinking that he would sit here for an evening and not recover his lost spiritual power, Ye Qing's whole body was suffering.

  There's still a spiritual aura here, and Ye Qing only sat until midnight. The spiritual energy consumed by the Thunder Escape Gate was restored to more than half. Ye Qing really wanted to know where this place was, and he was even more worried about how his work, studies, and books were doing after leaving for so many days.

  To conserve spiritual energy, Ye Qing summoned the Tian Tian Dragon Horse. Ye Qing lay on the broad and sturdy back of the Tian Tian Dragon Horse, comfortably smoking a cigarette while appreciating the vast night view of the snowy forest and identifying directions.

  What a mess, the front is actually a completely unfamiliar city. Just now I flew over my own place, it was a hundred miles of forest, but this forest is absolutely not the Wan Yao Forest, whether it's the presence or absence of spiritual energy, or the species of trees that grow, as well as the temperature, are all completely different. This forest is mostly pine trees, and on the pine trees, there is snow everywhere, have I arrived at Xing'an Ridge?

  Ye Qing flew for a few more minutes and arrived at the unfamiliar city covered in white snow. Ye Qing had never seen such big snow before, with snowflakes as large as leaves floating in the air, the entire city was crystal clear like an ice sculpture.

  Unfortunately, it was already late at night. On the streets, except for an occasional car that quickly sped away into the distance, there were no other living things. Ye Qing had experience with contacting strangers in a strange city, which was to find a 24-hour internet cafe.

  Ye Qing couldn't help but laugh bitterly, he was just going to Zhongning City to find an internet cafe to upload new chapters, yet it ended up being so thrilling and heart-pounding. Was everyone else's cultivation journey also this exciting? Anyway, if he could cultivate happily and easily, Ye Qing wouldn't want to fight tooth and nail for it.

  Ye Qing wandered around the ice city for a while and finally found a 24-hour internet cafe. Since he was using the name of Xue Shi, the Blood Skull would say that he had already helped him get his ID card done, but unfortunately, Ye Qing never had the time to go pick it up. So, neither Ye Qing nor Xue Shi had an ID card.

  Ye Qing gave up so many luxurious internet cafes and chose this one near the school, just because he could surf the internet without showing his ID.

  Ye Qing didn't expect that this obviously black internet cafe, Xiao Bu Dian, would also ask for ID. Ye Qing took out his Xijing University student card and bribed the cashier girl with a red ticket, only then could he go online. Seeing the excited girl repeatedly thank him, he thought to himself: "A red ticket isn't much, I've easily earned a fan's favor."

  Ye Qing had just sat down and opened his computer when a young woman with an air of youthful vitality came over and sat beside him, but the strong smell of alcohol on her made Ye Qing wrinkle his brow.

  The girl didn't mind Ye Qing's frown at all, and instead sneered as she pulled out a cigarette, using an extremely cool white silver shell lighter to light it. Unfortunately, her stylish lighter was useless, making a loud "click click" noise that annoyed people, but couldn't light the cigarette.

  Ye Qing looked on and shook his head, what a pity. Ye Qing also smoked, but he never used a lighter. Just as the girl was getting anxious, Ye Qing covered his right thumb with his left hand and put it to the woman's mouth, producing a pea-sized, pure blue flame from his thumb.

  Perhaps Ye Qing was showing off, and actually used the small trick of controlling thunder to control flames. Of course, in order to tease this showy girl, Ye Qing naturally had to be even more showy. With a flick of her left thumb, a soundproof canopy that could just cover both Ye Qing and the girl appeared.

  That drunken girl was getting frustrated with her lighter not working, and when she saw someone lighting a cigarette for her with the most polite gesture, she naturally lit up with a big smile. Then she subconsciously took a big drag on the cigarette, rubbed her eyes vigorously, what kind of rhythm is this? Am I, Wen Hui Zhu, dreaming with my eyes open? Otherwise, how could I possibly see flames coming out of someone's fingers?

  Haha, Wen Huizhu burst into hysterical laughter: "I must be dreaming! Haha, in my dream, a handsome guy is lighting a cigarette for me with his fingers, hehe, am I thinking about men lately? No way, the flame can also turn into a mini fire phoenix... no, wait, it's a fire peacock! Haha, and it's spreading its tail!"

  Other netizens in the internet cafe looked at Wen Hui Zhu with sympathy and said, "How pitiful, two mute people chatting so enthusiastically!"

  Ye Qing covered a clever angle with his left hand, just enough for Wen Hui Zhu to see, the small fireball, in a moment's work, had already turned into a flying dragon, a colorful phoenix, and finally became a miniature elephant, using its delicate elephant nose as thin as hair to light Ye Qing's cigarette.

  Ye Qing took a relaxed drag on his cigarette, and Wen Huizhu finally calmed down after her frantic cries. Ye Qing mischievously smiled and said: "Are you sure you won't scream again? If you cause another commotion, I won't be responsible!"

  Wen Huizhu was wearing a large school uniform, and naturally wasn't an idiot. Just as she was about to make a quick exit, she noticed that the people around her were just a few bored young people pointing and staring at her.

  Wen Huizhu immediately stood up and glared at him, saying: "Pointing fingers at me? Believe it or not, I'll get 300 brothers to come over and beat you up!"

  Those bored young people would have stirred up trouble anyway. Now that they've been provoked by a student girl, if they could still tolerate it, then they wouldn't be bored young people.

  A young man with a shaved head and whiskers, resembling Sha Shixiong, suddenly rushed over and slapped Wen Huiju, who was stunned by the slap and immediately looked at Ye Qing with pleading eyes.

  Ye Qing didn't block that slap, just wanting to sober up this drunk little girl. But looking at her pitiful appearance, he directly transmitted his voice to her: "Alright, however he hit you, you hit him back ten or twenty times!"

  Haha, the whole internet cafe is in an uproar. Those few slow-witted young people who were lagging behind are secretly retreating to the back because everyone else is watching the commotion, but those few young people can see through it.

  The one who was beaten is the eldest brother of several people, and everyone on the road calls him Huahe Shang. He not only has a very good temper but also extremely rough. Normal things can no longer satisfy Huahe Shang, who has extremely strong energy and a lot of hair all over his body like a big gorilla. Unfortunately, he is bald on top. Every time after getting drunk, he would beat the poor guy who slept with him until he was half dead. But Huahe Shang is an authentic ancient martial artist, rumored to have reached the late stage of Xuan level, and secretly ran out from a mysterious place, occupying the internet cafe here, living a carefree life.

  These few bored young men, seeing Huahe Shang's powerful martial arts skills, naturally followed him to eat and drink together. They were always the ones who went to hit other people's faces, so they had developed a habit of hitting faces as soon as they acted. However, today was different. Huahe Shang was slapped twenty times by a weak and delicate female student, but he didn't even fight back or dodge. If that's the case, then Huahe Shang's skills in picking up girls are too amazing!

  Why did she say she was slapped twenty times? Because the girl was slapping her face with a "pa pa pa" sound while counting one, two, three, four at the same time!

  After twenty slaps, Wen Huizhu rubbed her numb hand and wanted to slap a few more tens. In the past 20 years, she had never been so cool. But she suddenly stopped her hand because Ye Qing transmitted another voice to her: "Let him roll!"

  Wen Huizhu had just been slapped and was dazed, not noticing that Ye Qing's transmission was a major issue. Now that she had cooled down after twenty slaps, she naturally felt refreshed and clear-headed. Clearly seeing Ye Qing's mouth move slightly, she heard it herself - no, to be precise, she felt someone speaking. Wen Huizhu was startled and hastily said: "Let him roll!"

  Poor Flower and Monk frowned, not knowing who this lady was telling to roll. Wen Hui Zhu kicked with one foot, roll, roll, roll...

  Ye Qing had already turned on the computer, planning to take a quick look at his book to see if there were any problems, and then ask this student sister a few simple questions before hurrying away, because Ye Qing disliked the noisy atmosphere here.

  Ye Qing flew quickly to tap the keyboard, and soon entered the background of "God-level Waste King". Alas, it's really pitiful. Not only did the number of fans not increase by one, but also decreased by a few. The number of fans decreased, that's all. Entering the author's background, the collection inexplicably decreased by one as well. According to reason, with such a large number of clicks and over 100 million readers, how could this book be left unattended for more than a day?

  Is it that one's own book, apart from the old people in the nursing home invited by Huang Laoxie, really has no readers? Ye Qing is clearly not aware of the current online literature situation. A new book by a newcomer, without forming its own fixed reader group and without accumulating its own fan base, relying on a little external force, may be popular for a while, but will soon be submerged in the ocean of books, without even a bubble emerging.

  Just as Ye Qing was feeling down, a girl named Wen Huizhu suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god, you're the author of that divine-level trash novel! What's it called again? Sorry, I don't recognize those two characters, although I'm still a top student in the Chinese department at Haibing University. How embarrassing, how embarrassing!"

  Ye Qing was extremely depressed, but coincidentally met his female fan in a real internet cafe. He couldn't help but feel touched and excited. Ye Qing originally wanted to maintain the author's dignity, but it felt awkward, so he cleared his throat and said seriously: "I am Shenji Poluan Wang Piao, miss, who are you?"

  The girl immediately jumped up happily and said: "I am Beer Girl, the author of Female Knight and Immortal!"

  Ye Qing was also slightly excited, the previous excitement was meeting a fan of his book, and now he's excited to see that Beer Girl had commented on his review, he even left her a message asking why she chose such a common username as Beer Girl, of course, she saw it but didn't want to respond, so there was no follow-up.

  Ye Qing carefully used his intuition to observe the beer girl's face and could determine that she was indeed a beer girl. It's really hard to make some money now, selling beer and even having to wear a school uniform.

  "It seems you're really a beer girl, and at the same time, you're also an excellent student in the Chinese Department of Harbin University?"

  Wen Huizhu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and she said: "I know that Dada may look down on me, but I, Wen Huizhu, am indeed an outstanding student of the Chinese Department at Haibing University!"

  Ye Qing smiled faintly and said, "I won't look down on anyone. Your background, education, beauty or ugliness, even your character, I, Ye Qing, don't care about these things. What I care about is whether you need help or not."

  Wén Huìzhū's eyes lit up, and she muttered to herself: "Heavens, I've gone mad, I'm really going crazy! He's actually called Ye Qing. Could it be that everything said in the Divine-level Trash King is true? It must be true! Just now, he used the Flame Technique to light his cigarette, and even has the ability to pinpoint a person from afar. Hahaha, I'm too excited!"