Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 268 - 200 Birthday_1

Chapter 268: Chapter 200 Birthday_1

With every molt, Feng Yi’s abilities also changed, and his perception grew stronger.

Whether that fish was thrown horizontally or fell straight from the sky, he could certainly sense it.

Therefore, when the fish fell in front of him, Feng Yi’s first reaction was that someone had thrown something from high above. He just couldn’t figure out why anyone would throw a fish from up there.

But the fish didn’t carry a human scent, so he didn’t know who would do such a despicable thing!

Feng Yi cursed under his breath, not dwelling on the fish. Molting consumed too much energy, and he now felt a bit weak and in urgent need of replenishing his energy.

The rain was still falling, quite gently, showing a trend of stopping gradually. In the sky, the gaps in the clouds grew wider, letting through more and more sunlight.

After straightening his clothes, Feng Yi walked under the eaves and into the house.

The interior had already been decorated with a vibrant birthday atmosphere.

Feng Yi was born during Early March, but the exact date of Early March varied each year, being on either the 5th or the 6th of March.

The year Feng Yi was born, Early March was on the 6th, but for many years after, he always regarded the day of Early March as his birthday. Many people didn’t understand his attitude and even Feng Yi himself couldn’t explain it clearly; he just felt that whether it was on the 5th or the 6th, his emotions would noticeably fluctuate on the day of Early March.

The year Feng Yi was born, the period of climate anomaly had just ended, but its aftermath lingered. After Early March, the temperature rose exceptionally fast, to the point it was irritatingly hot.

Back then, after nearly 20 years of climate anomalies, people had grown accustomed to sudden and somewhat prolonged heat waves, but they still got irritable in the face of high temperatures.

Feng Yi’s parents had high hopes, planning to let the old master name him. An elder giving the young a name always carries a special sentiment, meaning that they would receive more resources accordingly, which indirectly benefited the parents as well.

They just hadn’t anticipated that Feng Yi would touch a raw nerve of the old master—

1. He was born on Early March, a date the old master disliked.

2. The baby didn’t look very distinctive, but his features still bore some resemblance. The old master glanced at him and frowned, then dropped a comment: "This face really isn’t appealing."

Utterly disappointed, Feng Yi’s parents had to name him themselves. Their greatest hope dashed, their enthusiasm plummeted. Standing by the window and feeling the temperature outside, as if there were two suns hanging in the sky, Feng Yi’s father wished he could shoot one of them down.

And so, Feng Yi was eventually named "Yi".

Elementary and middle school classmates used to joke with Feng Yi: "With that name, you’re destined to ascend to the heavens!"

He didn’t know about ascending to the heavens, but he did like the energy in the sky during his molt. That energy could only be tapped into for a brief period while molting, and not long after the molt, he would "lose contact" with it.

While contemplating heaven, Jia and the others inside felt that Feng Yi seemed even more indifferent after his molt, emanating a forbidding chill. They wondered if it was just their imagination.

After greeting everyone, Feng Yi casually mentioned, "There’s a fish outside, not sure who threw it. It fell straight from the sky and nearly hit me."

Bing went out to check and said, "It’s a marine fish."

Ding also came over, "Indeed, who’s the idiot..." But just as he was about to curse, he thought of the videos he had just seen on his phone of waterspouts at sea, and shut his mouth. He silently dealt with the fish on the ground.

The butler cleared his throat, "Don’t mind it, let’s go ahead with the birthday celebration."

Feng Yi had the same idea; regardless of who threw it, he would put it aside for now and have dinner first.

Bing had already prepared a table full of dishes, and he had made the birthday cake himself, the pattern on which was a chibi snake. Feng Yi was born in the year of the snake.

The butler put the candle on the cake.

There was only one candle, and the butler had carved the pattern on it himself, featuring many serpentine twists and the number "25."

But Feng Yi always felt that the way the butler looked at him was not as though he was looking at a 25-year-old adult, but rather at a one-year-old cub.

Once the candle was lit, the butler looked at Feng Yi affectionately, prompting him to make a wish.

Wishing on a birthday cake was something Feng Yi was never keen on.

From a young age, he knew that wishing upon a birthday cake was merely an entertaining ritual with no real effect; to get what he wanted, he had to fight for it himself, as no one else could fulfill it for him.

So, later on, he either didn’t celebrate his birthday or skipped the wish-making part altogether, or just went through the motions.

But this time, Feng Yi made several wishes seriously.

Not because he expected someone else to fulfill them.

He would fulfill them himself.

Feng Yi was in a good mood.

After so many years, it was rare to have so many people celebrating his birthday; Feng Yi felt quite happy.

He cut the cake and gave each person a slice, finishing the rest himself without feeling sick of it. The high-calorie food entered his stomach and was quickly digested. The energy transformed from the food alleviated the weakness from his molting slightly and added a bit more pleasure to his mood.

After finishing the cake, he continued with the main meal, especially the meat.

The atmosphere at the table was relaxed, and Feng Yi chatted with them about plans for the rest of March.

Jia and the others didn’t bring up the subject of waterspouts or fish falling from the sky.

But even if they didn’t mention it, Feng Yi would still know.

There were new message alerts on his phone, which Feng Yi opened to see. They were sent by Feng Chi, along with several other unread messages from the time he was molting—

[The weather in Yang City is quite bewitching today [image] My great ideas will have to be postponed.

[Holy shit! Waterspouts! A buddy of mine is right there watching them! [video]]

[Five! Five waterspouts! I regret not going with them, a lifelong regret ah ah ah ah [crazy]]

...

[Bro! Did you know it’s raining fish! I’ve got fish falling in my courtyard [image]]

As Feng Yi looked at the pictures and videos sent by Feng Chi, he was stunned, finding even the meat in his bowl not appetizing anymore.

A sense of foreboding washed over him.

Feng Yi quickly scrolled through several other chat groups and then went to social media to check the topics about waterspouts and falling fish from the sky.

There were many.

Quite a lot.

Images, videos, shots from all angles.

A waterspout near the coast sparked heated online discussions, its influence mainly on the internet. Except for the area where the waterspout appeared, people from other places didn’t take any significant action. After all, it was just a meteorological phenomenon.

And now, fish were falling from the sky!

Everyone speculated that the waterspout had sucked fish from the sea and dumped them here.

Then, the video bloggers went wild.

Local ones had already sprung into action. Those nearby had driven over, and those from afar had bought airplane and train tickets—seize the chance to cash in on the hover traffic!

Such a spectacle was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Hadn’t they all rushed in to make the most of it?

Seeing more and more "fish falling from the sky" videos and rapidly trending topics online, Feng Yi’s heart trembled.

This time... it seemed like it was really me?

When shedding his skin, Feng Yi followed his instincts.

This shedding required a lot of energy, and it was necessary to create a suitable, stable, and energy-rich environment. Although it was already raining today, the conditions above were not enough.

At that time, Feng Yi sensed a certain energy between heaven and earth, and instinctively knew that leveraging this energy could make the shedding environment more perfect.

Feng Yi could sense the water vapor summoned from distant seas and the energy converging here.

The actual shedding was quick, and it didn’t last very long.

If it had lasted too long, it would mean either a lack of energy or poor health. That would have led to more complications during the process, and there might have been some after-effects.

Feng Yi was in a good mood after shedding his skin, partly because the process had gone smoothly without any interruptions or bumps along the way.

The moment arrived, and then it was done.

But what he didn’t know was that those energy fluctuations from far away had formed the waterspouts!

These waterspouts even scooped some marine animals from the sea into the sky!

And those that were scooped up plummeted right down into Yang City!

Feng Yi looked at the information revealed online and, based on what he knew, came to a comprehensive conclusion—

The fish that almost hit me... I threw it.

His mood suddenly became bitter.

With trepidation, Feng Yi continued to scroll through local live streams and videos on his phone.

Fish fell all over Yang City, but it wasn’t to the extent of a "rainfall," and the fish were not big—just sporadic droppings. According to the latest official news, there haven’t been any reported cases of serious personal injury or damage yet.

Before the fish fall, the rain had not completely stopped, and not many people were out. Even those who went outside held umbrellas or used other transportation. Multiple weather warnings issued by the meteorological department were quite useful.

Now that fish were falling, many people couldn’t contain themselves, leading to an increase in outdoor activity.

It was a marvel!

Seafood was raining from the sky!

The tornado was doing food delivery! It traveled over a hundred kilometers to deliver to Yang City!

The crowd loved the spectacle, and the self-media were partying. Those filming material with their mobile phones, those streaming live outside, everyone was coming out.

Feng Yi continued to browse on his phone and entered a local live stream.

In the live stream, a middle-aged man with an honest and simple face was holding an arm-length freshwater fish from inland waters. He spoke in a tone of shock as if he had seen a chicken lay an ostrich egg, claiming he had witnessed the fish falling from the sky!

Feng Yi: "..."

This is too much!

Just by looking, you can tell it’s not brought over by the waterspout at sea!

This waterspout doesn’t carry this black pot!

I mean, even if I borrowed water, it was from uninhabited ocean areas—I never touched the inland waters, much less the inland areas!

Can’t even fake it properly!

Looking at other popular live streams, those fakes are so much more skillfully made!

Feng Yi angrily swiped his finger, dismissing the live stream.

Besides these, there were also clips captured by local netizens of sanitation workers and volunteers braving the rain to clean the streets and buildings.

There were other videos too, positive and negative.

The law enforcers quickly restored order from the minor chaos caused by this "wonder."

This event couldn’t compare to the destructive power of a typhoon season, but it had both good and bad effects on other aspects.

Feng Yi rubbed his temples in distress.

Does a tornado count as high-altitude littering?

But that’s not something I can just say!

Feeling a sense of guilt, Feng Yi talked to Yi after dinner, deciding to donate the first sum of money earned from "Venom" to environmental sanitation and urban development projects.

He never imagined that the money earned from "Venom" would not go to buying equipment but instead pay a "fine" first.

The task was handed over to Yi—a low-profile approach, with no need for media coverage.

The basement equipment purchase would have to be postponed.

After discussing the "fine" with Yi, Feng Yi went back to the basement to see Wu.

After the shedding, Wu would give him a check-up to see what changes had occurred this time.