Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Lin Chen had guessed correctly, his popularity had indeed been boosted through WeChat groups.

"My God, I had such an amazing night battling it out with my wife yesterday, it was ecstatic."

"Yeah, that little demon of mine kept saying I was useless, but yesterday, I finally got to puff out my chest with pride."

"Could you guys spare a thought for us who don’t have Xingyang Tea and consider our miserable feelings?" said the balding middle-aged man who had doubted Lin Chen that day.

"Haha, Baldy, that’ll teach you to run your mouth off." Wang Hu sent out a scornful emoji.

"Heard that the girls at Blue Ocean and Clear Skies are pretty hot, anyone up for a date?"

"Let’s do it, let’s do it..."

Just like that, Lin Chen’s Xingyang Tea had bombarded countless friends’ circles and WeChat groups. Among the wealthy circles on DY, those businessmen around the age of forty took great pride in possessing Lin Chen’s Xingyang Tea.

Even one of the guys had composed an advertisement jingle especially for Lin Chen’s Xingyang Tea:

If you love her, drink Xingyang Tea, if you want to conquer her, drink Xingyang Tea, what are you hesitating for? Xingyang Tea — the essential choice for a multitude of successful men.

Just as Lin Chen was fretting over achieving ten thousand popularity points, he received a call from He Xin, "Little Chen, could you come over to Taohua Village’s martial arts gym?"

"Sister Xin wants to thrash me again? I dare not come to be beaten." Lin Chen feigned a frightened tone.

"With your abilities, how could I thrash you now? I need your help," He Xin said hesitantly.

"Help? What could I help with?"

"The folks from Dongliu Village’s martial arts gym have thrown down the gauntlet in our village, and they’ve brought a strong contender this time, someone who seems to have trained in Muay Thai in T country for a few years. He’s quite formidable, and I need your help to defend our challenge," explained He Xin reluctantly.

This time, Dongliu Village had come well-prepared. Before arriving at Taohua Village, they had defeated several other neighbouring village gyms, inflicting severe injuries on multiple martial masters.

Two years ago, it was precisely by defeating Dongliu Village that Taohua Village’s gym was crowned champion of the western district. The reason Dongliu Village left Taohua Village as their last stop this time was to avenge their loss from two years ago.

He Xiong, He Xin’s brother, accepted the challenge, though reluctantly, knowing that among all the people in their gym, only He Xin herself was a worthy competitor to face Dongliu Village, and they were unsure of securing a win.

That’s why He Xin had thought of Lin Chen. During their recent sparring, Lin Chen’s strength had even surpassed hers, which is why He Xin made this call.

Worried that Lin Chen might refuse, He Xin continued, "Lin Chen, I know I did you wrong before, but the people from Dongliu Village’s gym have been boasting that they’ll sweep through our Taohua Village gym. They’ve deliberately set up the ring in the market square, and the folks from around ten miles have all come to watch. If we lose, we won’t just forfeit our title as champions of the western district, but we’ll also lose face for Taohua Village."

"Everyone from around ten miles is there? So that would mean a lot of people, right?" Lin Chen asked with a bright glimmer in his eye, sounding excited.

"Yep, the contest is at the large plaza to the east of the village, and it’s already surrounded by seven or eight layers of people. There must be at least a thousand," said He Xin.

Hearing about so many people, Lin Chen felt even more overjoyed. The more people there were, the more popularity points he could gain.

"All right, Sister Xin, I’m also from Taohua Village, and how could I not give face to Sister Xin," Lin Chen responded with a tone of righteous indignation.

Seeing that Lin Chen had agreed, He Xin was also pleased. Reflecting on how she had treated Lin Chen in the past, she felt a tinge of regret.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen was about to leave the house when his sister, Lin Man, followed him out, "Brother, are you also going to watch the martial arts competition?"

"Yeah, just to join in the fun," Lin Chen replied with a smile.

"Then let’s go together." Lin Man said, tugging at Lin Chen’s arm as they both headed towards the arena.

When they arrived at the large plaza on the east end of the village, Lin Chen was taken aback. Today coincided with the market day, so the plaza was teeming with people, and not far away, a makeshift arena had three layers of spectators both inside and out.

It had been many years since there had been a martial arts competition like this, so the crowd of onlookers was exceptionally large. This excitement made Lin Chen even more thrilled, not because of the people, but because he saw his charm value was shooting up.

Lin Chen and Lin Man made their way backstage, where the head of the Taohua Village martial arts school, He Xiong, was giving a pep talk to his pupils.

"You all better be spirited today and not let down the presence of our Taohua Village martial arts school. Today you represent not only our martial arts school but also our Taohua Village; do you hear me?"

"Yes!" More than twenty young martial arts school disciples clad in training uniforms shouted with fervor.

Upon seeing Lin Chen entering, He Xin hurried over and dragged Lin Chen up to He Xiong.

"Brother, this is the reinforcement I found. If things really go south, we can have Lin Chen step in."

"Brother Xiong," greeted Lin Chen cheerily upon seeing He Xiong.

"Xin, are you kidding me? Letting him compete would disgrace our Taohua Village," He Xiong said with a frown.

Just as He Xin was about to explain, suddenly a voice came from the door, "Haha, since when does the Taohua Village martial arts school need to rely on a loser like Lin Chen?"

"Who’s talking nonsense there?" He Xin, unable to contain her anger at such an insult to Lin Chen, was about to explode. But when she saw who was entering the door, she froze.

"Dong Hu, you finally made it back. With you here, I can rest easy," He Xiong quickly stood up and went to the door to grasp Dong Hu’s hand firmly.

Lin Chen looked at the person who entered and couldn’t help but frown.

This person was also from the same village as Lin Chen. He had gone to a monastery to learn martial arts for several years and was now frequently competing in various fighting competitions, making a name for himself in those circles.

To curry favor with He Xin, this guy had bullied Lin Chen frequently, and even now Lin Chen had a scar on his leg left by Dong Hu.

Dong Hu held He Xiong’s hand, but his greedy eyes were fixated on He Xin: "Brother Xiong, I came back not just for anyone but for Xin––I had to come back!"

Feeling Dong Hu’s stare, He Xin felt uncomfortable and said in a low voice, "Who cares whether you come back or not––what’s it to me?"

"Xin, how can you talk like that to Dong Hu? He’s come all this way to help us," He Xiong scolded.

Dong Hu just laughed it off and grabbed He Xin’s hand, "Sister, I’ve missed you so much after all this time. Rest assured, today’s stage is mine to command, I will fight for you."

He Xin quickly withdrew her hand and sought refuge beside Lin Chen, saying coldly, "As if I need you to fight for me. Even if you hadn’t come back, Lin Chen would have helped us defeat our opponents."

Seeing He Xin hiding beside Lin Chen, Dong Hu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a chilly look settled on Lin Chen: "Lin Chen, it seems the scar I left you with wasn’t deep enough. Have you forgotten what I told you? You want to die for harboring thoughts about Xin?"

After hearing Dong Hu’s words, Lin Chen smiled slightly and pulled He Xin into his embrace: "Sorry, but not only did I have my eye on Xin, I even kissed her. What are you going to do, bite me?"