You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

"I just switched to watch the replay. They encountered a patrol of Bu Liren, twelve of them... Their early-stage Tier 6 fighters fought desperately to kill one, and the remaining two Tier 5 fighters were surrounded. Finally, the Tier 6 fighter self-destructed, killing two of them, but not completely. The remaining nine fighters tore the last two apart."

"All twelve Bu Li Ren were wiped out? Fang Xing and Han Ya were surrounded by more than thirty before and they didn't die."

"Fang Xing and Han Ya didn't die because the Fenfeng came. There's no Fenfeng in India."

After that comment appeared, the Dragon Kingdom live stream room fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't sympathy, it was lingering fear.

Without the Fenfeng wind, Fang Xing and Han Ya's fate wouldn't have been much better than that of the Indians.

The national fortune of the Dragon Kingdom may now be in the same red zone as that of India, known as the "death line".

Bingbing stood in front of the camera, her expression complex.

She took a deep breath, turned to the camera, and spoke in a lower voice than usual.

"Dear viewers... all three chosen ones from India... have been confirmed dead... The National Fortune Game will punish India by reducing its national fortune value by one, lowering its spiritual energy concentration by three percent, and reducing its awakening probability by five percent."

She paused for a moment, as if to make sure that what she was about to say was appropriate.

"Currently, the concentration of spiritual energy in India has begun to decline. According to reports from our correspondents stationed in India, awakened individuals in several cities have reported that their cultivation speed has slowed down significantly since the announcement was made."

The comments section erupted once again.

"The spiritual energy concentration really dropped? It wasn't a punishment at the end of the game, it dropped immediately?"

"Nonsense, it's not like rewards in our country aren't given out on the spot..."

"Awakened individuals in India have already posted on social media, saying they feel that the spiritual energy in the air has decreased by nearly a third."

"What does it mean for the national fortune value to decrease by one? What is the current national fortune value of our Dragon Kingdom?"

"Who would tell you something this important? They're all keeping it a secret."

"And what about India now...?"

"It's over. Their development of superhumans will come to a complete standstill for at least the next ten years."

After the comments section analyzed India's situation, the tone began to shift.

It's not a shift towards sympathy, but rather a shift towards a deeper concern.

"If Fang Xing and Han Ya hadn't encountered the Burning Wind, would our Dragon Kingdom have ended up like this?"

"No need for 'what ifs.' Have you forgotten who attacked Fang Xing when he was pounced on by the three Bu Li people?"

Mr. Li sat in the guest seat, his fingers interlaced in front of his lower abdomen, his thumbs touching each other.

He spoke slowly.

"The events in India remind us of something."

The scrolling speed of the comments slowed down.

"The game of national destiny is not a rehearsal. The death of the chosen ones is real death, and the punishment is real punishment. The spiritual energy concentration decreases, the awakening probability decreases, the national destiny value decreases... These are not just numbers, but real things that will change the fate of a nation."

He paused for a moment.

"We're lucky to have foehn winds now. But we can't rely on luck forever."

……

Lu Feng sat on the dark red earth, facing the plain.

The announcement was still echoing in his ears...

All the chosen ones of the Indian Empire have died.

He had never seen people from India, so he didn't know what they looked like, whether they were men or women, or whether they were strong or weak.

But they died. In the game of national destiny, death is death.

There is no resurrection, no second chance, and no room for negotiation.

Lu Feng snapped out of his thoughts and focused his attention back on himself.

Fang Xing and Han Ya rested behind him; their injuries needed time to heal, and he had time too.

It was almost evening, and after thinking about it, Lu Feng decided not to take them with him for now. Even if they recovered, they wouldn't be able to keep up with him, so it would be safer for him to go alone.

Besides, there's no danger around here, so leaving them here shouldn't be a problem.

Now we just wait for them to fall asleep.

They were injured and couldn't hold on for long.

He waited until their breathing became even and deep before setting off again.

Leaving without saying goodbye? No, that doesn't count.

He was just out looking for a nest, and he just happened not to wake them up.

What would they think if they woke up and found him gone?

Let them think what they want.

I am now the Fenfeng Wind.

Lu Feng waited for time to slowly pass by.

He thought of the middle finger the system had given him.

That one (︶︿︶)_╭∩╮.

The system can now give the middle finger. When did this system learn that?

He couldn't help but ask himself this question.

"System, when did you learn this gesture?"

[When the host first insulted me, I extracted the core essence of that action from your language.]

"...You extracted the core message of the middle finger gesture from my language?"

[Yes, the emotion conveyed by the host calling me a "stupid bird system" was so strong that I encoded it into gesture language.]

Lu Feng remained silent for a long time. He suddenly felt that this system might be more...unique than he had imagined.

……

It was night, and more than two hours had passed; it was completely dark.

A rustling sound came from behind Lu Feng.

Then came silence.

Fang Xing and Han Ya's breathing gradually became even and long...

They fell asleep.

Lu Feng waited for a while, making sure that the two of them were breathing in a deep sleep rhythm, and then slowly stood up.

He didn't turn around, nor did he make any unnecessary noise.

He took one step, two steps, three steps.

The boots made a soft thud on the dark red earth, which was quickly drowned out by the wind across the plain.

He walked a distance, stopped, and looked back.

Fang Xing and Han Ya were still lying on the spot, their bodies close together, like two small animals huddled together in a cave for warmth.

Lu Feng withdrew his gaze and turned to the direction he had just chosen: northeast.

His intuition told him that there was something there.

He didn't know whether his intuition was accurate or not.

But in this place, it's better to trust your instincts than to wander around blindly.

He took a step.

After traveling some distance, Lu Feng mobilized his forces.

A blazing white light shone from his body again, and with one step, he soared into the sky.

Above the dark red plains, it resembles a lamp gradually fading into the distance.

……

In the live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom on Blue Star, the moment the viewers saw Lu Feng stand up, the barrage of comments started scrolling again.

"He stood up! Where is he going?"

"Fang Xing and Han Ya are still sleeping! Is he abandoning them?"

He glanced back. He turned around and looked at Fang Xing and the others!

"And then? He left? He left?!"

The comments continued to scroll, while on the screen, the bright white dot of light was getting farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, on the dark red plain.

Behind them were Fang Xing and Han Ya, still fast asleep, and ahead lay the unknown northeast.

Bingbing gripped the microphone, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Dear viewers, Fenfeng... has left alone. Fang Xing and Han Ya are still resting. We don't know Fenfeng's exact whereabouts yet, but judging from the direction he's traveling, he's heading northeast."