Chapter 384 – Creating the Theory of Dead Skin Regeneration (Part Two)

As the saying goes, ordinary people lead ordinary lives, yet ordinary lives are never devoid of extraordinary deeds. This destined tonight to become exceptionally meaningful.

This was precisely why the earlier live broadcast of a fire rescue had stirred up massive waves across the entire Dragon Country, from the north to the south of the Yangtze River.

Followers swarmed in its wake, the realistic and tense scenes seemingly immersing every viewer before their screens in the moment.

At the scene, flames soared on all sides, and shadowy figures gradually emerged as fiery-red warriors, fearless in the face of death.

As they braved the thin line between life and death, carrying out stretchers and rescuing dozens of trapped patients, the interweaving of blood and fire made everyone empathize deeply.

On-site, coordination and command were carried out with meticulous order, as if directing a critical operation.

In the living room of Ye Kuang’s hometown, a group of white-haired elders had also gathered.

Ye Zhennan suddenly sighed mournfully, “If Big Brother and Sister-in-law were still here, they would surely be proud to see so many heroes around us. It’s just that Little Ye, that rascal, never bothers to call and reassure us. Does he not know how much I miss him?”

With these words, one could easily imagine the atmosphere prevailing throughout the entire Ye Family.

“Hey, Old Master, come quick and look! Isn’t that our Little Ye?”

“What! Let me see. Huh, it does look a bit like him, but that person’s back is too blurry. Why has his hair turned blue?”

It could be said that the Ye Family was heatedly discussing who that figure might be, while online experts subtly pieced together the truth of the fire scene.

In an instant, that silhouette, combined with the blurred outlines and descriptions from the on-site commanders and fiery heroes, was reconstructed using advanced 3D technology into Ye Kuang!

Once this image was posted on Weibo, the terrifying click-through rate skyrocketed beyond the heavens.

“Holy crap, who is this guy? He looks somewhat familiar.”

“Old Daoist, stop playing dumb. You probably released this footage, didn’t you? How could you not know the details!”

“Hehe, you caught me, Monk. Not bad. But Old Daoist is genuinely surprised—fate is truly mysterious. Whenever there’s a major event, this kid is always involved. Now he’s even transformed into a Fire God, about to ride the crest of the wave.”

It must be said that Old Daoist and Monk held transcendent statuses. After bantering for a while, they couldn’t help but praise Ye Kuang profusely.

And this was rather intriguing.

After all, Ye Kuang’s life story was full of dramatic twists and turns. Once uncovered, the entire virtual world was momentarily breathless.

Comment One: The land of Jiangnan molds heroes. Even at the brink of life and death, Ye Kuang never forgets to rescue children.

Comment Two: With a heart embracing the world, earning the reputation as the pride of the nation’s martial arts youth—only a son of the Ye Family could achieve this.

Comment Three: Few words, but when challenged, it’s straight to action—’fight’. Never forgetting urban life, combining humor and wit in one person, how fortunate to witness such a figure. As for whether he can reap bountiful rewards, it depends on how skilled and strong Ye Kuang’s persuasion abilities are.Comment Four: With the heavy burden of life and death resting on one’s shoulders, should one even debate whether to be reckless or not? One ought to be like Ye Kuang—when within one’s capabilities, extend a righteous hand upon witnessing injustice.

It must be said that merely the first four comments, once dissected and discussed, created a ripple effect far beyond anyone’s expectations.

As for Ye Kuang, the person at the center of it all, he had just haggled his way into buying a new phone and was scrolling through Weibo, his face occasionally flushing red, then turning pale.

Though he seemed to be at the peak of his influence, every step was fraught with unpredictable danger. A single misstep could plunge him into the eye of the storm.

As the saying goes: fame attracts attention like wind draws shadows, and people fear notoriety!

“Dīdīdī, the man singing boldly with wine in hand, is a wolf from the north…”

Ye Kuang abruptly answered the call, unable to fully conceal his trepidation, and asked, “Hello, who is this?”

“It’s your old man.”

“Hey, son, which son are you? I can’t seem to remember. And who exactly are you?”

“I really am your father, Ye Zhennan!”

No sooner had he spoken than an angry roar erupted from the other end of the line: “You little brat! Back when I told you to come home, where the hell did you disappear to? Huh!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang finally recognized the voice as genuinely belonging to his father.

This was truly disrespectful—daring to act so insolently toward his own dad.

Ye Zhennan: “Well? Speak!”

Hearing that familiar tone, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but sink into long-buried memories. He had no choice but to explain everything from the beginning: “Back then, I went… lost my phone… Now I’ve got some money, so I bought a new one. I just inserted the SIM card, and you called.”

Ye Zhennan fell silent for a long moment upon hearing this.

Seeing no response, Ye Kuang couldn’t resist asking, “What happened a year ago?”

Ye Zhennan: “Sigh… come home first, and we’ll talk.”

After hanging up, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

Unexpectedly, as he scrolled through his call logs and messages, he found countless missed calls and texts from the Long family brothers, his middle school best friend Lin Qi, and even his old comrades from the Yinghao Martial Hall.

Even his troublemaking friends like Gao Qing had blown up his phone with calls.

It seemed everyone who had ever been connected to Ye Kuang had tried to contact him, all asking if he was the one who rescued people from the fire.

Touched by this, Ye Kuang tirelessly replied to each one: ‘Yes.’

Among them, Pang Hu was the first to receive the message.

Shockingly, Pang Hu did something utterly shameless—he posted a sensational comment on Weibo to ride the wave of attention:

“Hey everyone, you might not know this, but that guy really is my bro—Ye Kuang, leader of the 405 Room Four Heavenly Kings! Look at me, folks! An honest man speaks plainly: since the spotlight’s blazing, why should my brother bear it alone? True bros share fortune and hardship. So go ahead, throw your eggs or whatever right at my face! Let the storm rage even fiercer! Wahahaha…”

Unfortunately, his comment only managed to create a minor splash in the roaring waves.

Yet, it must be noted that this very inconspicuous remark caught the attention of a nurse from a medical institution.

Thus began the love story between Xue Rou and Pang Hu that simply had to be told.However, things took a turn for the worse when, within three hours, Pang Hu leaked the ICU surveillance footage.

Boom, boom, boom!

In an instant, the entire online world nearly crashed under the strain, descending into utter chaos as storms of discussion erupted everywhere.

At a glance, the headlines remained at the center of the storm for twenty-four hours straight!

“Who proposed the concept of Regenerative Skin?”

Below, countless experts quickly followed, making their appearances one after another.

“This idea is truly innovative—who came up with it?”

“It seems they say his name is Ye Kuang.”

“Oh, it’s that kid again. My goodness… this little guy is truly a restless soul. I, the Old Daoist, would call him the ‘Mouth’ Supreme King.”

The Monk chimed in with a cryptic remark, “Heaven has endowed me with talents that must be put to use. As for this kid, his imagination is like a black hole—truly beyond what our generation can fathom.”