Chapter Sixty-Six: Atavism

“Hahaha, the streamer never expected his luck to be so good today. Could it be that all the recent misfortunes have finally turned around, and today is the day his fortune changes?”
“As for the details, the streamer can't be bothered to care. The most important thing is that I can finally stop stagnating at the mid-stage of skin training. With the Nine Yang Manual drawn from the system, combined with my super talent, rising to the top is only a matter of time.”
“By then, any so-called Yu Shifei, any so-called elders, any Guo Liu, any Ding Family Town, any pursuers of Yu Xiner, any Ten Thousand Sword Sect, any Qin Ruolan—all of them are just weaklings. I can torment them however I please.”
“But thinking back, it’s strange how I’ve managed to offend so many people. Am I the legendary grudge generator? The more I think about it, the more terrifying it seems!”
Chen Bo counted for a moment and realized the list of people he’d either offended or who had offended him could already form a long queue.
Now was the time to hurry up and cultivate; otherwise, who knows when he might end up dead without even realizing it. As for what he just said about tormenting those people, that was only a joke—don’t take it seriously.
Isn’t there a saying, ‘If you take it seriously, you lose’?
“Dari tipped the streamer 555 gold coins. First time seeing a streamer with such grand ambitions—quick, send some gifts to calm my nerves.”
“Streamer, Nine Yang Manual! Don’t go back on your word! Honesty is the most important thing between people!”
“But what if you can’t cultivate the Nine Yang Manual?”
“Hey, you above, better shut your crow’s mouth.”
“La la la, streamer, quickly lend out the Nine Yang Manual for us to admire—I’m ready to screenshot at any moment!”
“You’re too lame, I’ve already set up my video camera, just waiting for the streamer to reveal the manual.”
“Huh? Why isn’t the government interfering this time?”
“Why do you care so much? Just wait patiently for the streamer to publish the manual.”

The reason the government wasn’t stopping Chen Bo from releasing the Nine Yang Manual was known to only a handful of people in the world.
Chen Bo understood that ever since he transmigrated and the system appeared, Earth had begun to change. Recently, in a small country, someone even discovered signs of atavism in animals. Domesticated livestock and pets were mostly unaffected, showing no obvious changes.
But wild animals had undergone striking atavistic transformations. Someone witnessed a wild boar over two meters tall smashing through a concrete wall without suffering any harm.
Someone else saw a giant water python, over twenty meters long, gliding through a river—and even filmed it. Yet, without exception, these incidents were suppressed by governments around the world, so ordinary people never heard about them.
Even if someone clever sensed something was amiss, they wouldn’t think in this direction—it was simply too unbelievable.
Nations had begun investigations, and soon learned that Earth was on the verge of a series of catastrophic changes. When the time came, these atavistic animals might even usurp humanity’s position atop the food chain.
Don’t doubt it. With changes in various atoms, gunpowder and such might lose their effectiveness. Without firearms or ammunition, how could humans contend with these beasts? It would be the end of humanity!
So, governments tacitly allowed Chen Bo to publish the Nine Yang Manual—the purpose was simple: so that, when disaster struck, those who had cultivated could at least initially resist the atavistic animals.
Chen Bo would never tell anyone about this. If he did, the world would fall into panic ahead of schedule. Just like in the film ‘2012’, when the end was coming, the governments, though aware, never told the masses.
Maybe, one day, people would find out—the truth can’t be hidden forever. But by then, the world’s nations would have long made their preparations.
Right now, ordinary people were watching the Rio Olympics, keeping an eye on old Song next door, brooding over matters in the South. Who could imagine that an extinction-level catastrophe was quietly approaching?
Looking at the lively crowd in the streaming room, Chen Bo felt a pang in his heart. Without their tireless support every day, he’d probably still be a worthless nobody.
He wanted to tell them the truth, but the words stuck in his throat and he forced them down. He knew that if he revealed it now, even more people would die.
“Well, since everyone is so impatient, let’s wait until the streamer masters it first. Hahahaha! If you’re not convinced, transmigrate here and kill me if you can! Nyah nyah!” Chen Bo teased.
“Ah, I even prepared a roll of paper and took off my pants, only for you to say this!”

“However, clever as I am, I’ve already seen through everything. Nine out of ten things the streamer says are just messing with you. Newbies, you’re still too naive—learn from the experienced veterans!”
“If I’d believed the streamer, I wouldn’t have survived this long. If I’d believed the streamer, I wouldn’t have married such a beautiful wife.”
“Above, beware—there’s an old Song next door. You might catch old Wang, but old Song is way too cunning. If he doesn’t lurk for seven or eight years, you’ll never spot him.”
“Whoa, all of you are veterans—newbies are scared!”
Several sweat drops slid down Chen Bo’s forehead. These bastards—he worried about them for nothing just now. How dare they slander the most handsome man in history, Chen Bo, the great god’s reputation—unforgivable!
Ever since being crowned a world-class heartthrob by Earth’s people, Chen Bo’s tail had been raised high. Although here in the otherworld he was just a small fry, on Earth, his fans numbered in the billions!
Chen Bo took out the Nine Yang Manual—a rustic, ancient book appeared in his hand. This wasn’t a skill book, so it couldn’t be eaten.
But would the system, such a lofty thing, make Chen Bo toil so hard in cultivation? Absolutely not. He deserved a little benefit as a transmigrator—not too much to ask, right?
So, for any technique or martial art drawn from the system, Chen Bo only needed to silently recite “Learn” in his heart, and the system would automatically help him master it to the entry level.
If the people of the Wildlands knew about this, who knows how many would be envious—provided Chen Bo wasn’t afraid of being hunted by countless people, demanding to know his secret.
Silently reciting “Learn,” a beam of golden light shot from the Nine Yang Manual straight into Chen Bo’s head.
At the same time, he felt a complicated technique appear in his mind, but for some reason, he could fully comprehend its meaning and even extrapolate from it! Such was the power of the system.
There should be another chapter around eleven o’clock. Four chapters today, about ten thousand words! Isn’t Little Bei impressive?