"Even if it’s for the revival of Daoist Skill, it’s important to know when to stop."

Lin Beichen wasn’t at the point of taking good intentions for granted. He nodded immediately and handed over twenty million to Lan Zihua, saying:

"You should head back to Port City first and help me spread the word. I’m going to compete with Ji Fan, isn’t that great material? Plus, it’s quite a gimmick. The more spectators, the better. At that time, I will undoubtedly give them a huge surprise. This could very well be the make-or-break moment for the revival of Daoist Skill."

Lan Zihua couldn’t argue with him and had to agree. He took the twenty million and returned to Port City right away.

Although Lin Beichen had given many instructions, Lan Zihua knew deep down that his actual task was just one: to create a sensation, making as many people as possible aware of Lin Beichen’s competition with Ji Fan.

When the time comes, the more spectators there are, the bigger the buzz, the more intense the publicity, and it will attract more attention. And the more people pay attention, the more likely it will achieve the effect that Lin Beichen desires.

He believed that Lin Beichen would not disappoint everyone. He was just a bit worried. In fact, Lin Beichen’s strength was undeniably formidable, which could not be disputed.

After returning to Port City, the first thing Lan Zihua did was to launch a big campaign in the media. It couldn’t be called rumors, just exaggerated, rewritten facts.

He portrayed Ji Fan in a very unfavorable light, while Lin Beichen was depicted as a pure and upright character. The online click rate was extremely high, and his efforts were not in vain.

At this moment, Lin Beichen was sitting on the sofa, pondering the competition that was a day away. Although he had said everything that needed to be said, he hadn’t figured out how to compete yet.

Could he just show everyone some ordinary magic? That was obviously impossible.

He wanted everyone to know that what he demonstrated was something those magicians could not achieve. As for Ji Fan, he was just an arrogant man with a narrow vision, who had seen nothing yet liked to talk big.

However, in fact, Lan Zihua’s words were not without reason. Lin Beichen should also consider, if this matter really became well-known and everyone witnessed his power, what would he do then?

Not to mention how many people might doubt him, even if someone was willing to believe him, Lin Beichen felt the hope was slim. Without Lan Zihua pushing things from behind, achieving his goal would be hard.

No matter how big the buzz, what good would it be? If no one believed him, or if some people were instigating trouble with online trolls against him, it would be even harder to handle.

Lan Zihua also mentioned that Ji Fan had many fans, and likely quite a few supporters. His situation was very difficult indeed, as what he would demonstrate was beyond what magic could compare to.

This was something he needed to think through. With one hand resting on his forehead, he checked the time on his phone—it was already very late. There were only a few hours left until the competition the next day.

He believed Ji Fan would certainly show up. After all, that person appeared very confident and must have received some kind of inside information. However, Lin Beichen’s calmness obviously exceeded his expectations.

Lin Beichen had once thought about simply leaving, thinking that if he just ran away, nothing would matter anymore. But then he pondered, if he really slipped away like that, he would be leaving the image of a coward in front of the cameras. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In that case, who would believe in his future plans for the revival of Daoist Skill?

Just as Lin Beichen was deep in thought, Lan Zihua’s phone call came in. He heard Lan Zihua say on the other end of the line, "I’ve arranged everything online; just go tomorrow with peace of mind."

"Remember to proceed with caution. Even if Ji Fan provokes you intentionally, don’t fall for it easily. I believe that in the crowd, there will definitely be his people, and he certainly knows something, which is why he’s challenging you so openly."

"If it wasn’t for that, he’d be just like an inexperienced youngling unafraid of anything."

Lin Beichen nodded. A day passed quickly, and on the second day, he arrived as promised, only to find Ji Fan already waiting for him. Ji Fan was enthusiastically talking with the media, laughing and boasting confidently about his abilities.

Lin Beichen stood quietly to the side, refraining from interrupting. To be honest, he also wanted to hear what Ji Fan was capable of. Ji Fan soon noticed him and waved him over.

"You finally showed up. I thought you wouldn’t dare come. No worries, you’re here now, and we can settle things today."

Earlier, Lin Beichen had been a bit worried, but now he feared nothing. Seeing Ji Fan’s demeanor, he couldn’t help feeling irritated. He was used to being provoked.

But now, he had no intention of holding back.

Standing in front of the cameras, Ji Fan began to push him: "Since you claim to be a Daoist, why don’t you show us your abilities? I’m sure the viewers at home are eager to see too?"

"The media has given you such a big stage, and if you can’t present anything, it would indeed be disappointing."

In the past, such taunting words from Ji Fan would not have affected Lin Beichen at all.