Ning An's Wild Wish System

After listening to Li Jianye’s words, most of the reporters said nothing, turned around with dark faces, and left.

Before leaving, they didn’t forget to glare at the Korean reporter.

In the live broadcast, viewers from Dragon Country had already burst into laughter upon seeing this.

”Hahaha, he’s exactly my internet alter ego.”

”The emotional pull just now was amazing.”

”Felt so good, why couldn’t he just leave gracefully? He just had to offer his face up like that – if I didn’t slap it, I’d feel embarrassed.”

”Did you see the expressions on those obvious shills? Their faces turned so dark, I laughed to death.”

This back-and-forth between Dragon Country and Korea opened everyone’s eyes, hitting right where it hurts.

Even Yingjiang’s own citizens couldn’t stand it anymore.

”I’m done. Is our country’s intelligence system slacking off? Even concocting such Hollywood nonsense.”

”I propose we send everyone present to a variety show. With their knack for spouting nonsense, they could entertain the nation.”

As the incident simmered, more and more people learned about it.

While everyone was calling out Yingjiang for being shameless, they also turned their attention to Changchun Temple.

Due to the Korean reporter’s outrageous remarks, Ning An and Changchun Temple shot to the top of global trends.

People all over the world became intensely curious about this obscure little Daoist Temple in Dragon Country.

After all, a place that deals only with matters of faith, a spot for incense burning,

could somehow be linked with top-tier scientific products, even miraculously reviving the dead.

Numerous netizens from various countries exclaimed that Changchun Temple is a modern-day lair of an Evil God.

Meanwhile, Changchun Temple’s gates were tightly shut; just staring at it for too long gave one a dizzying, warped feeling.

Inside the bedroom, everything was in pieces; Ning An was suspended in mid-air, eyes closed, experiencing both agony and a trace of comfort.

He had been peacefully drinking tea with Lin Hai and the others when the system suddenly informed him that a system reward was about to be issued, and due to the reward merging, it would cause disturbance.

Ning An hurriedly saw off his guests, rushed to the bedroom, but before he could get himself ready, the system had already started inserting things into his body.

”Damn it, slow down...”

Life energy surged out of nowhere, as if creating a world, shaping Ning An’s Daoist foundation.

Ning An felt wholly invigorated, all his minor physical ailments washed away, an indescribable serenity.

Boundless essence energy poured down, forcibly sealed by the system into Ning An’s body.

Then it surged towards his Dantian, transforming into countless runes, unfathomable, seizing the wonders of creation.

”Buzz!”

His aura immense, the three Dantian regions resonated, swelling intensely, nearly unable to contain the overflowing essence.

It was truly excessive; every surge of essence was a high-grade supplement, even though Ning An was already on the cultivation path, he could scarcely bear it.

This essence was even more intense and potent than Ning An anticipated!

Boom!

Ning An’s body began to glow, with the system exerting its force, confining the spontaneously appearing essence within him.

Ning An held his breath, clenching his teeth tightly, operating according to his cultivation technique, as though his life depended on it.

He suppressed each surge of essence, transforming them into visualized little ghosts, which then formed into the five major Ghost Kings, a tremendously difficult process, crossing which led to another realm.

This vast essence was the foundation for Ning An’s daring steps, healing any injuries instantly under the essence wash.

After countless attempts and tireless effort, Ning An finally achieved initial success after two days.

At that moment, the little ghosts solidified, forming Ghost Kings, even without touching them, Ning An immediately felt his body emptied, a strange power lingering, incredibly unique, shrouding everything.

”Lack of quality? Make up with quantity.”

After being trained by the Great Emperor’s adopted son, Dao Feng, Ning An naturally understood this was due to his own shortcomings.

Unbothered, Ning An frantically created low-grade little ghosts, for he faced no life-or-death threats right now, no need to risk it all.

In a haze, he seemed to see his entire body emitting a mysterious glow, accompanied by a Dao-like hum, hundreds of little ghosts grinning foolishly.

”Seems not bad either.”

Ning An glowed from within, the essence flushing through, cultivating, his being like a large iron furnace, Daoist skills flowing, stronger than usual by a notch.

Ning An’s eyes grew increasingly bright, his understanding deepened, knowing he’d struck gold this time.

From initial blockage to now a bustling flow, Ning An’s mastery over Daoist skills became more adept, able to manifest dozens of little ghosts simultaneously.

Undoubtedly, Ning An’s gains were astonishing.

As time passed, another two days went by, Ning An’s body sometimes resounding like a great bell, other times like a furnace, his flesh burning brightly, intimidating and compelling.

”Sizzle!”

The essence, spirit, and energy condensed, gradually materializing, finally transforming into a light that burst from his flesh.

In that instant, heaven and earth seemed to quiet down, the world still as if returning to its primal state.

All returned to the beginning of heaven and earth, traversing the cosmic wilderness.

In just a fleeting moment, thousands of years seemed to pass by hurriedly.

”Buzz,” the materialized essence returned to his body, linking the three Dantian regions, forming a brilliant halo, astonishing.

His black hair flowing, Daoist robe gently swaying, eyes vivid, possessing heavenly endowment, and with this spectacle, anyone witnessing it would inadvertently call him a little Immortal.

”Looks pretty good, just a bit away from surpassing the elders on screen,” Ning An sighed with emotion.

Carefully sensing his own changes, Ning An grew more excited: ”Qi Refining and Divinity Transformation, I’ve made it!”

After refining essence and qi, he finally made another breakthrough, taking a critical step, reaching true ultimate sublimation!

Ning An looked up, feeling the world grow clearer, realizing all this was just a matter of days!

When Ning An finished his retreat and announced that Changchun Temple was open for incense offerings, the already bustling temple became even more crowded.

Among the crowd were international friends, most coming with curiosity and reverence.

Wanting to verify if Changchun Temple was as miraculous as described online.

Wearing a Daoist robe, Ning An opened the gates of the temple, looking at the bustling crowd outside, momentarily speechless.

But then he smiled happily, his eyes brightening, teasing: ”Which idol is hosting a concert here? Little Daoist thanks them for drawing so many incense burners to our temple.”

Hearing Ning An’s jest, the already lively atmosphere surged even higher.

Meanwhile, many reporters were already seeking the best angle, snapping countless photos of Ning An post-breakthrough, then posting them online.

In no time, the hashtag #ChangchunTempleOpensForVisitors# skyrocketed in popularity.