"From yin at its extreme comes yang, the cultivation techniques of Dragon Tiger Mountain are indeed profound. When I first heard the techniques, I could only manifest a mere wisp of yang energy to create a small Tai Chi Diagram to bluff others. I did not expect that upon reaching the third layer of cultivation, the yang energy would be able to contend with the Soul Suppressing Vase’s sinister yin energy.
It is truly worthy of Heavenly Master Xu’s cultivation method. Now that I have cultivated it in such an unorthodox manner, I’m afraid even Heavenly Master Xu himself would not recognize this as the cultivation technique of his Dragon Tiger Mountain! This is for the better, as it fits with my identity as the all-powerful Heavenly Demon. Otherwise, those three fools outside might start to suspect..."
Duge muttered to himself.
At this moment.
In the palm of his hand, a Tai Chi Diagram was spinning continuously.
Half of it was Solar Divine Power, the other half was Dark God Power.
Behind him, there was a larger spinning Tai Chi Diagram, where yin and yang harmonized and complemented each other, looking exceptionally harmonious.
...
On Qiyuan Star.
Listening to Duge’s soliloquy and seeing the familiar Solar Divine Power, Bai Long’s wine glass crumbled into pieces in his grip, and his eyes widened with anger. This bastard, does he take Pan-Universe Entertainment’s audience for fools?
The Soul Suppressing Vase is one thing, but Solar Divine Power, such high-end power, couldn’t you have waited a few days to reveal it after getting a more advanced cultivation technique?
This is truly challenging the company’s bottom line!
To completely dismiss my warning, does he really think he’s untouchable?
But soon, Bai Long’s face turned despondent as he realized a terrible truth.
If the company doesn’t deal with Duge, it seems he really had no way to handle this little bastard.
Consequently, Bai Long’s face darkened even more.
...
It was silent at the headquarters of Pan-Universal Entertainment.
"Ross, Duge is challenging our bottom line," Adam, the marketing department manager, was the first to break the silence. "He’s even insulting our intelligence."
Ross gave him a glare, remaining silent.
Since the onset of the Alien Battlefield, with a large number of Alien Warriors dying off, he had been overwhelmed by stress.
The Alien Warriors were carefully selected and personally trained by viewers outside the Battle, numbering over two thousand seven hundred at the start.
But just a few days into the game, like an avalanche, only over six hundred remained.
This had driven the viewers and bettors—who had invested substantial amounts of spiritual power—mad.
Crowds were storming the forums of Pan-Universe Entertainment, demanding an explanation from the company, claiming they were being swindled of their spiritual power by the Alien Battlefield...
Compared to these losers who were losing out right from the start, the little tricks Duge was pulling off really seemed trivial.
To tell the truth, the drama outside the game was even more intense than inside it.
Ross wished he could tear the Exploration Department manager Bas to shreds; he was so tired, why couldn’t things just go as he expected?
The manager of the Exploration Department, Bas, dared not even make eye contact with Ross, not even daring to breathe too deeply. He also couldn’t understand why the high-end power of that planet had escaped their scans and assessments.
But this couldn’t be blamed on him, right?
He was not in a position to personally inspect the planet. The second Alien Battlefield Duge visited also failed to detect the will of the planet, didn’t it?
If one were to blame, it would be on the outdated scanning and assessment systems of Pan-Universe Entertainment, wouldn’t it?
Selecting a high-powered Alien Battlefield across so many universes, isn’t it normal for errors to occur?
Who can guarantee that every Alien Battlefield would be error-free...
"Ross, are we really not going to take Duge down a peg?" Adam inquired. "He’s getting more and more arrogant."
"Take him down a peg? He at least knows to come up with an excuse to cover up," Ross massaged his temples, annoyed. "Other Alien Warriors are forced to lay low; the viewership relies solely on him.
Do you think he would stop using Divine Power if we remotely sent him a message? How would he explain his previous actions if he stopped using Divine Power? Or are you suggesting we end this Alien Battlefield right now?"
..." Adam opened his mouth to respond, then fell silent.
"Ross, what about the forum situation?" the head of the network department asked.
"Ignore them. The Alien Battlefield is supposed to be like this," Ross said darkly, grinding his teeth. "Duge also has millions of spiritual power. Why can he survive so well in this world? It’s their fault for not training their players well enough."
"Ross, you’re going to offend a lot of people this way," the network department manager stuttered.
"Have the ratings dropped?" asked Ross.
"Initially, the ratings weren’t very good. But as soon as Duge became active, the viewership skyrocketed, and most viewers are focusing on Duge," Gao Qiao, the technical department manager, said. "Apart from those troublemaking bettors, the audience is looking forward to the moment Duge clashes with the Daoist Ancestor.
After all, this Alien Battlefield is much more challenging than any before, and the survival conditions for the Alien Warriors are particularly tough. They’re very eager to see Duge crash and burn..."
He hesitated for a moment, "And there are some who hope Duge can earn his way out of this Alien Battlefield. It seems they’ve begun to empathize with Duge."
Ross was taken aback: "Empathize?"
"Yes, empathize," said Hord, the planning department manager. "Ross, aside from the troublemaking bettors, most of the audience are actually filled with anticipation for ’Resource Game’ and the show has received excellent feedback.
They see something fresh in each game as well as Duge’s growth. They don’t care about the little smart moves he plays; they think it’s Duge’s intelligence..."