"Teacher Black Heart Wolf."
After reporting this good news to Xia Ping, Editor Meng Fei returned to his normal mood and said, "Please wait and see — I will definitely let such an outstanding work be seen by many readers."
Then, he hung up the video call.
"More than 200,000 subscriptions? This really slightly exceeded imagination," Xia Ping said with a little emotion; even though he knew his hype skills were powerful, the level of popularity had somewhat gone beyond his own control.
But if this happened, he could obtain huge wealth. He would have enough financial resources to purchase all kinds of spirit medicines, monster meat, etc., to expand his Martial Dao cultivation base.
"Although so many subscribed, I still don't know how readers evaluate it." Xia Ping spoke softly; he tapped his phone, and with a ding, a virtual webpage immediately projected out onto the table — this was his novel's page on Penguin Novel Net.
He could also project this virtual webpage directly onto his retina, but that function was very harmful to the eyes, so unless it was a private matter he generally didn't use it.
Earlier, his conversation with Editor Meng Fei had contained content not suitable for others to see, so he had activated a hidden function; now that he was just browsing the page, he didn't need the retina projection after all.
"Well? There actually aren't any ranting comments," Xia Ping glanced at the novel's comment section. Because of the celebrity hype campaign a couple of days ago, many readers had rushed into the comments to curse and make the section chaotic.
However, two days had already passed — those readers had long since lost their anger and hadn't continued commenting. The curse comments were either deleted or sank without a trace in the sea of other comments.
He casually looked at a featured comment marked by the site manager; it read:
"Originally I was a fan of Jia Zhiwei. When I saw this guy's readers dare to come here and spray at Master Jia Zhiwei, I got angry — grabbed a weapon and gathered dozens of brothers to come and bloodbath this comment section…"
"…But after thinking carefully — I haven't even read this guy's novel. I wanted to spray him with abuse, but there was no real content — not satisfying. So I wanted to spend money to read it once. If it wasn't good, I'd treat it as feeding the dog. Didn't expect that once I looked — it's like being stuck in stock trading — I can't get out. This novel's magic power is too terrifying, I'm trembling a bit now."
Another reader replied:
"I know, right? I was also tricked by that forum article. After reading Chapter One, I felt like I ate ancient spirit medicine — dazzling, can't stop."
Another wrote:
"Good book. This is the best novel I've read this year. I don't know how many films the author watches all year, how many women he's played with, but he has such deep foundational skills — this is absolutely an old driver. It's not like my livestream where I eat shit."
Another reader replied:
"You all praise him, but actually I must scold him. This author is too shameless, too black‑hearted — no wonder he's called Black Heart Wolf. He writes this type of article every day, harming others and himself. My family lives in the slums, income is average…"
"Since reading this novel, the family's nutrition drinks are gone, nutrition can't keep up, I've had panda eyes for three days straight, haven't gone out, and my mom is angry and wants to expel me from the main house."
Yet another wrote:
"I have 100% confidence this author is a beast — started playing with women at nine years old, at twelve had five or six at once, at fifteen started taking women to hotels, now thirty‑forty years old, a veteran of the flower beds, countless experiences…"
"…otherwise he couldn't write such old‑school articles."
Another replied:
"Dammit — knowing how to play with women since nine years old means this author is a beast."
Someone tried to steer things back:
"Everyone stop derailing — this is only speculation; no matter what happens, we absolutely do not believe rumors."
And another:
"Although it's speculation, I think there's also a 70–80% assurance."
A whole crowd of readers replied below — on this topic alone there were at least several thousand comments, and the discussion was very fiery and popular.
There was also a reader calling himself "potato reader" who wrote:
"Read this novel, and it gave my mind enormous shock — although it was an 18+ novel, it went beyond the 18+ novel category…"
"…From my perspective, it's actually a critique of reality. The protagonist Bai Rong — she's a respected teacher with a family, but her husband was useless, incompetent and spiritless…"
"…At this time her innermost feeling was very empty and lonely — this is a lonely woman, but also attractive…"
"…Although sorrowful, attractive women will have many scandals spread about them — whether you want it or not, rumors spread. This is envy, this is society's darkness…"
"…It's a pity her incompetent husband couldn't help or understand her. Therefore she then left…"
"…Although she conducted sentimental plays with many men — principal, bureau chief, colleague, vagabond rogue, first lover, even students — I don't think it was her mistake…"
"…This should be society's mistake, the oppression and unfairness of society that turns many women into suffering."
Then someone else responded:
"Big brother, this is porn language — the author actually didn't think so much."
And another:
"Original poster has great talent — saw so much social meaning from an 18+ novel, please accept my knee."
Another:
"Looked at original poster's comments — I'm full of admiration — need to go back to elementary school and review reading comprehension again."
And another joke:
"Original poster said right — the world has many women living in suffering like that. I plan tonight to call several up here, spend money to save them."
Another:
"I also felt similarly — actually I cried, but in a different place."
One crowd of readers replied.
Xia Ping looked at these reader replies and thought to himself that his three views (worldview, values, outlook on life) had been refreshed several times.
At that moment…
"Xia Ping!"
As Xia Ping was looking at the comments, Jiang Yaru suddenly walked over.