I’m Really a Superstar

Translator: Legge Editor: Legge

In the afternoon.

In the hills.

The group from the Eight Trigrams School was running around like a headless chicken.

"What are you posting on Weibo for?"

"Calling for help of course!"

"H-How can there be any people at such a remote place?"

"I still have to give it a try no matter what. Why is there no signal around here?"

"You can\'t call on this cell phone anymore, there\'s no reception!"

"Let\'s walk around for a bit. Here, signal, signal, signal, where are you?"

After walking for about ten minutes.

Zhang Ye was tapping furiously on the screen of his cell phone. Suddenly, a signal bar appeared when it latched onto a signal that came from an unknown position. The phone immediately connected to the Internet and that Weibo message successfully got posted. But when he wanted to post something more, the signal disappeared again. He kept searching for a signal from the same spot they were at, but to no avail. After a long time, he had to give up.

Alright!

Let\'s leave everything to fate!

"Ah, Eldest Senior Sis\'s body feels very hot!"

"She has a fever!"

"Let\'s rest here for a while, don\'t walk any further!"

"Where are the large sects\' people?"

"I don\'t hear any commotion from them. It seems like they didn\'t manage to catch up to us!"

"They definitely know that we are hiding in the hills. It\'s impossible that the dozen or so of us would not leave any tracks."

"We still need to take a rest no matter what. It\'s hard to walk any further!"

The paths in the hill were tedious to hike and there were no staircases to follow. There were just hilly roads everywhere and overhanging precipices and steep cliffs which made it quite dangerous. They found a rock to rest on and quickly placed Rao Aimin down.

Song Jiao quickly asked, "Is there anyone trained in medicine here?"

No one uttered a word.

Zhang Ye took it upon himself and said, "Let me have a look."

Lu Yuhu said in surprise, "You even know medicine?"

"That\'s great!" Xu Fan said, "Take a quick look at our Eldest Senior Sis!"

Zhao Yunlong said excitedly, "Teacher Zhang is the most dependable!"

Zhang Ye walked over and pressed Rao Aimin on her philtrum 1 in a very professional manner, but she still didn\'t come around. Zhang Ye then slowly withdrew his hand.

One second.

Two seconds.

Xu Fan blinked several times. "And then?"

Zhao Yunlong was taken aback and asked, "Why don\'t you continue to check on her?"

Zhang Ye looked at them and said, "That\'s all I know."

The Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples fainted upon hearing that!

So it turned out that you only knew how to press on the philtrum? Fuck, that\'s something we know too!

They knew they could not rely on Zhang Ye anymore and had to depend on themselves for ideas. Some of them went to search for medicinal herbs to see if there were any suitable for emergency treatment, while others looked around for food nearby. But in this winter weather, where could they possibly find something to eat? There were not even any unripe fruit around to be found. In the end, Yan Hui took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket to give to Little Chenchen to eat.

Chenchen tugged at Zhang Ye and said, "Zhang Ye, will my auntie die?"

"What are you saying!" Zhang Ye said firmly, "Old Rao will definitely be fine, there\'s me around!"

Xu Fan asked Zhang Ye, "What should we do now?"

Zhang Ye said, "Rest for a while first. Then we\'ll continue to travel downhill!"

Worried, Zhao Yunlong said, "But—"

"No buts. We must quickly find a hospital for Old Rao before the sun sets." Suddenly, Zhang Ye felt a pain in his chest and clutched it as he coughed several times. The coughs sounded like they had come from his lungs.

Yan Hui asked anxiously, "How bad is your injury?"

Zhang Ye gave a wave of his hand and said, "I\'ll be fine."

Among them, Zhang Ye\'s martial arts was the best, and coupled with his societal and fighting experience being greater than their group of martial artists, they had unknowingly started to look up to him as their leader. As someone who had stepped forward at a critical juncture and saved all of them, everyone was definitely more than willing to listen and trust in him!

Lu Yuhu said in resentment, "We will have our revenge someday!"

"Have our revenge someday!" Xu Fan also shouted angrily!

Song Jiao wiped the sweat off the unconscious Rao Aimin\'s forehead. "Eldest Senior Sis, please get well soon! When you\'ve recovered, we\'ll bring the fight to the large sects\' headquarters together!"

All of a sudden, they heard some shouting from where they were!

"Their trail is over here!"

"They went in this direction!"

"Chase them!"

"It\'s definitely this way!"

"They\'re carrying an injured person, so they can\'t have gotten too far!"

The people from the large sects actually caught up to them!

Zhang Ye\'s expression changed. "Let\'s go!"

"Move!" Song Jiao carried Rao Aimin piggyback and everyone continued to run!

With nowhere to escape to, they were feeling rather helpless!

How pathetic! Only the word pathetic could be used to describe their current situation!

30 minutes!

1 hour!

It was already past 1 PM. Everyone felt utterly exhausted. But the large sects behind seemed to have an expert tracker who managed to follow closely behind them based on the footprints and trail left behind by their group. The distance between them was getting closer and closer!

"They\'re going to catch up with us soon!"

"How should we proceed from here?"

"Where should we head?"

"Which path is the way to get off the hill?"

The Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples were getting anxious!

Zhang Ye did not know the way either!

At this moment, Chenchen suddenly shouted, "Zhang Ye! Throw a shoe!"

Song Jiao was stunned. "What?"

Xu Fan was also stunned. "Throw a shoe?"

However, Zhang Ye smacked his thigh and said, "That\'s right! I nearly forgot about that!"

He opened up the game ring and immediately activated the Lucky Halo (Upgraded). Although he did not have many Reputation Points left, he still had enough to keep it activated for a few seconds!

He took off his shoe!

Then he threw it into the air!

The shoe landed on the ground!

Chenchen firmly pointed in the direction the toe tip was facing. "Let\'s go this way!"

Song Jiao: "…"

Lu Yuhu: "…"

The Eight Trigrams School\'s disciples: "…"

Fuck, is that reliable or not?

Zhang Ye and Chenchen led them and ran in that direction. "Let\'s go! What are you guys looking at? This must be the path to get to the bottom of the hill. Trust me!"

Chenchen explained on his behalf, "On the journey from Beijing to here, we found my auntie by using this method! Zhang Ye\'s shoe is very amazing!"

What?

From Beijing?

You found your way here by throwing a shoe for directions on the journey?

Fuck, are you two serious?

Looking at Zhang Ye, they felt that this fellow\'s mysteriousness had elevated to yet another level.

It was time to move!

They kept running in that direction down the hill!

Another hour had gone by and they had lost their way again.

Touching Rao Aimin\'s forehead, it was getting even hotter. Zhang Ye was burning with anxiety by now, and decided that he had to use his last remaining bit of Reputation Points to activate the Lucky Halo again so that he could throw his shoe once more! And so, Zhang Ye\'s Reputation Points were completely used up. He was left with nothing!

...

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

The large sects lost their way as well!

The Huashan Sect\'s Fan Wen said in annoyance, "Where are they? Is it this direction?"

The Iron Palm\'s Master Sun said, "They must be over here!"

A disciple of the Zhou Family Style asked, "Is this the path to get down the hill?"

"They are carrying an injured person with them, so why are we still unable to catch up?" a Kongtong Sect member wondered. "We\'ve already been chasing them for almost three hours! It\'s going to be dark soon!"

One of the Shaolin monks said, "They must have an expert in their group. Whenever we are about to catch them, they always seem to be able to find an alternate route and make us pursue in the wrong direction!"

"Ah!"

"Look, we\'re almost at the bottom of the hill!"

"The foot of the hill is right in front of us!"

"We\'re finally here! Once we reach the bottom of the hill, they won\'t be able to escape anymore!"

"Quick, call the others!"

"There isn\'t any reception right now, but I called them a bit back!"

"Are they on their way here yet?"

"Another 30 experts from the large sect will be coming!"

"Good! We\'ll attack them from either flank!"

"Right, we\'ll block them off from both ends and capture them in one fell swoop!"

"Attack!"

"Charge!"

The large sects thundered as their morale increased greatly!

...

The group from the Eight Trigrams School also spotted the end of the path at this moment. Suddenly, they heard the shouts coming from not too far behind them. It nearly drove them to despair!

"They\'re catching up to us!"

"We won\'t be able to get away!"

"What should we do now? What should we do?"

"Ah, there are some people at the bottom of the hill!"

They\'ve even got pursuers in front of us now?"

"Fuck, let\'s perish together with them!"

"We\'ll charge our way out! Blaze through them and leave a bloody path!"

"Charge!"

The Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples were getting extremely nervous. They had nowhere left to run and no alternate route to take. They had no choice but to head down the hill with all they had and pray that there would be less people blocking their path at the bottom. In that case, they might still have a glimmer of hope and force their way through! But the moment they reached the bottom of the hill, they were stunned!

People!

There was a sea of people!

They only had one thought now: It\'s over!

Zhang Ye\'s heart skipped a beat. Have we nowhere else to run?

The Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples looked grief-stricken and angry. They had reached the bottom of the hill, but it still wasn\'t enough? They could not avoid this crisis? Why? Why?

However, the very next second, several loud screams from the crowd at the bottom of the hill dumbfounded the Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples!

"Heavens!"

"It\'s Zhang Ye!"

"It\'s Teacher Zhang!"

"Teacher Zhang is really here!"

The moment when the countless people at the bottom of the hill saw Zhang Ye, it was like they were all injected with adrenaline!

Zhang Ye was taken aback by this and his spine instantly straightened. "Damn! Those are my people!"

What?

They\'re on our side?

The Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples almost cried with joy!

Tourists made up the majority of the crowd. There were men and women, young and old in the group. Among them, there were also the police with their police vehicles, reporters, taxi drivers, and some local villagers who had brought along more than a dozen of their Tibetan Mastiffs!

There were over two thousand people!

A good two thousand people!

Up on the hill, the large sects were also charging their way down. They had no idea what was happening. When they saw from a distance away that there were people, they thought that it was their side\'s people. That made them run even harder. Everyone was shouting rallying cries as they did!

"Kill that Old Crook Zhang!"

"Capture Rao Aimin!"

"Take them down!"

"Hahahaha! We\'ve finally caught up to them!"

"Don\'t be afraid of them! We have more people on our side!"

"Everyone, charge! Everyone—"

Abruptly, the shouting stopped!

The large sects finally saw the dense crowd of innumerable people!

Fan Wen asked dumbfounded, "Eh? Do we even have that many people?"

A person from the Zhou Family Style said stunned, "That\'s not right. We didn\'t call for that many people as backup."

Master Sun wondered, "Eh? Why aren\'t the Eight Trigrams Palm\'s disciples running anymore?"

After being dumbstruck for a few seconds, they suddenly realized what was going on!

"Holy shit!"

"This is bad!"

"Th-They\'re not our people!"

A lot of the large sects\' people were greatly alarmed and shocked!

Zhang Ye stopped running. Not only did he stop running, he even turned around and walked in the direction of the large sects, cursing loudly, "Motherfuckers! Who was trying to act tough with me just now? I dare you to try acting tough again!"

Looking at the child Zhang Ye was carrying and the unconscious woman piggybacked on someone who was running beside Zhang Ye, the crowd was instantly angered. It was the kind of anger that erupted violently, from deep within their hearts. What they saw truly enraged many of them! A woman? A child? And they were being chased by over a hundred men carrying weapons? In an instant, many of the younger and stronger adults rushed forward at the pursuers. There were even some women, grandfathers, and grandmothers who rushed up the hill angrily!

"Hitting a woman? Fuck you!"

"You even want to abduct a child?"

"These are the crooks that Zhang Ye posted on Weibo!"

"I can\'t take it anymore!"

"You people are taking it too far! Behaving so lawlessly!"

"Let\'s follow Teacher Zhang and attack them!"

"Follow Teacher Zhang and catch the crooks!"

"Let\'s get rid of evil for the people!"

"Beat those bastards to death!"

The crowd was frenzied!

Thousands of people were crying out in anger as they rushed up the hill. Their shouts were deafening!

When the large sects saw this, they were scared silly!

Why?

How could there be so many people?

Only now did they remember who Zhang Ye was. He was a fucking A-list celebrity! His fans could be found all over the country and they numbered in the tens of millions!

Comparing who had more people?

Fuck, who could have more people than him?!

Zhang Ye caught up with some of them. "Come on! Carry on acting tough with me! Let’s compare and see who has more people!"

You have a few thousand people with you!

Compare? Compare your sister!

Fan Wen screamed, "Quick, retreat!"

Master Sun scrambled away. "Quick, run! Run!"

2,000 people versus 100 people? Even if the latter group was skilled in martial arts, they still wouldn\'t be able to take them on since the numerical difference was too great! They would be beaten to pulp from just getting punched by each person in that group!

"Run!"

"Withdraw!"

The large sects fled in panic!

Over a thousand people chased relentlessly after them!

An old granny angrily grabbed a rotten egg and threw it at them. With a crack, it smashed onto the head of a Shaolin eminent monk and the gooey yolk sprayed all over his face. "Baldie! I\'ll smash you to death!"

That Shaolin monk cried out in pain, but did not dare turn around. He just continued running away while covering his head!

A lot of the surrounding people started throwing things at them!

"Old Taoist, don\'t you run!"

"Bastards! Beating up a woman and a child?"

Fan Wen was hit right in the back of his head by a thrown apple!

An Iron Palm disciple who tripped and fell was beaten black and blue by more than fifty young and strong adults who had chased after him!

Wails could be heard from those people of the large sects!

Tragic!

Only the word "tragic" could be used to describe the current situation!

The 100 of them were surrounded and attacked by more than 2,000 people. Even a martial arts master would not be able to bear the beating!

The police also took action and chased after them!

The reporters were desperately trying their best to take photos of the free-for-all!

There was even an ambulance that had been urgently dispatched after Zhang Ye\'s Weibo was posted. The paramedics hurriedly carried the injured Rao Aimin onto a stretcher and sent her to the hospital for treatment!

But Zhang Ye did not leave yet!

The trio of Lu Yuhu, Xu Fan, and Zhao Yunlong did not leave either!

Lu Yuhu caught up with a Kunlun Sect disciple and gave him a beating immediately!

Zhao Yunlong faced off with a high-ranking senior from the Kongtong Sect. Yunlong\'s martial arts were actually inferior to his opponent\'s, but his opponent could not handle Zhang Ye\'s fans, who rushed up to him. His opponent had to face a dozen of them together! That Kongtong Sect senior did not even have the chance to make a move before being beaten to the ground unconscious. His teeth were even knocked out from the thrashing!

Zhang Ye held a brick-shaped rock that he had gotten ahold of and quickly chased after them, smashing it into whomever he came across!

"Fuck your mother!" He smashed it into a Huashan Sect disciple!

"Fuck your grandfather!" He smashed it on a Shaolin monk!

"Trying to act tough in front of me!?" He caught up to the Huashan Sect\'s Fan Wen and also smashed it right into his face!

"Go on and act tough then!" He smashed it on a Kongtong Sect member!

"You want to chase after me? Come on, I\'ll let you chase!"

Zhang Ye cursed as he smashed. A smash for each target, one shot, one kill!

The large sects had already pursued Zhang Ye and the others for around three or four hours, and adding the mass brawl with the non-affiliates and the small sects at the restaurant last night, many of them were still wounded. How could they outrun an angry mob of well-rested people standing at the bottom of the hill? The furthest that someone made it was about 500 meters away, but that person was quickly caught by a villager\'s Tibetan Mastiff!

Shrieks rang out everywhere!

The large sects were nearly annihilated!