41: Since you don't believe in field theory, then let the whole city see snow.

After Jiang Ming ended his livestream, the global internet was completely set ablaze.

A cognitive storm sweeping through academia, public opinion, and even the high-level leadership of various nations officially began.

The physics community was the first to explode.

On the official website of the top international journal Nature, a commentary piece written overnight by Nobel Laureate Robert Wilson was pinned to the top.

The title was written in fierce language.

“Field Theory: A Carefully Planned and Blatant Insult to All Physicists.”

In the article, Professor Wilson denounced Jiang Ming's “Field Theory” as complete pseudoscience and a classic case of using sophistry to “defeat magic with magic.”

He refuted it point by point.

“To lift an airplane by increasing the density of a so-called ‘Spatial Field’—how much energy would that require? Enough to instantly vaporize an entire city! Where does the energy come from?”

“The idea of infusing a ‘Life Field’ to grow a forest is even more nonsensical! The conservation of mass-energy is an iron law of the universe! Where did he conjure those hundreds of thousands of tons of organic matter from?”

“As for that snowflake, it was nothing more than a stage trick using semiconductor cooling chips and high-pressure airflow! Utterly ridiculous!”

This article was quickly translated into dozens of languages and went viral throughout the global academic community.

Countless scientists, scholars, and science bloggers joined the fray, pinning Jiang Ming and his “Field Theory” to the pillar of shame for pseudoscience.

However, in stark contrast to the academic condemnation, another surging undercurrent was forming.

On the internal forum of MIT, a post was trending.

“Preliminary Modeling Analysis of the ‘Snow Condensation from Thin Air’ Phenomenon in the ‘Crow God’s’ Livestream.”

The poster was anonymous, but their detailed analysis process and complex mathematical models proved their deep academic foundation.

The post's conclusion was simple.

“Through frame-by-frame slow-motion and thermal imaging analysis of the livestream video, we have ruled out all known physical possibilities for cooling.”

“The formation of this snowflake had no condensation nuclei, no obvious energy exchange, and no warning.”

“Conclusion: This phenomenon cannot be explained by any existing physical theory.”

Below the post, the debate grew into a thread thousands of replies long.

“So, his ‘Field Theory’ is real? The edifice of physics we’ve built over the last hundred years is wrong?”

“Impossible! I’d rather believe this is some alien long-distance projection technology!”

“Is there a possibility that he isn't interfering with the physical rules of our dimension?”

“Upstairs, you've read too many sci-fi novels. Wake up!”

Arguments, debates, confusion, subversion... Ninth Bureau, Command Center.

On the table in front of Chen Jianguo lay a freshly printed report, the ink still warm.

On the cover of the report, a line was printed in bold black letters.

“Preliminary Assessment and Risk Prediction Regarding the ‘Field Theory’ Hypothesis of target a-001.”

Chen Jianguo flipped open the report and skipped directly to the conclusion.

“The assessment suggests that target a-001, namely Jiang Ming, is attempting to construct a theoretical system for his extraordinary abilities that is independent of modern science, possessing ‘explainability’ and ‘transmissibility.’”

“His purpose is unknown.”

“However, this behavior possesses an extremely high capacity to guide public opinion. Once it gains widespread civilian acceptance, it could cause a fundamental impact on the materialistic scientific worldview long established in our country.”

“Risk Level: High.”

Chen Jianguo expressionlessly flipped to the appendix of the report.

This section was jointly written by over a dozen of the country's top physicists and meteorologists after a two-hour emergency meeting following the livestream.

“We unanimously agree that the ‘increasing local Spatial Field density to lift an airplane’ and ‘infusing Life Fields to stimulate plant growth’ described by Jiang Ming in the livestream both seriously violate the law of conservation of energy and the mass-energy equivalence equation.”

“Based on this, there are only two possibilities.”

“One, he is lying, and the process he used to save the plane involved another method entirely that we cannot understand and has nothing to do with ‘Field Theory.’”

“Two, he is not lying.”

“In that case, he himself is a ‘Source Point’ that can ignore physical laws and create energy and matter out of nothing.”

...At the same time, TikTok Headquarters.

The office area of the Special Content Cooperation Department was already in utter chaos.

Zhao Lin's office phone hadn't stopped ringing since the moment the livestream ended.

An assistant walked in quickly holding a thick stack of printed papers, her voice trembling.

“Sister Lin, CNN, BBC, Reuters... the top twenty media outlets in the world have all sent in requests for exclusive interviews.”

“Also, the physics departments of Harvard, Cambridge, and Princeton have all sent official inquiry letters, hoping to have an academic exchange with Mr. Jiang.”

“Even... even our country's embassy in the US called, saying their State Department wants to have official contact with US regarding the issue of ‘New Energy Field Applications’...”

Zhao Lin raised her hand, pressing her throbbing temples.

Her gaze passed through the glass wall of the office, looking at the real-time data scrolling on the large screen outside.

The Nasdaq Index.

TikTok's parent company, ByteDance, had seen its pre-market trading price in the US stock market soar by 15.7%.

Its market value had increased by tens of billions of dollars out of thin air.

The internal line on her desk rang piercingly.

It was from the Secretary of the Board of Directors.

“Director Zhao, the board just finished an emergency meeting.”

“The meeting decided to upgrade Mr. Jiang Ming's cooperation level to the company's highest level: ‘S++ Grade Strategic Partner.’”

“The board has authorized you to use all company resources, regardless of cost, to satisfy all of Mr. Jiang's reasonable requests.”

Zhao Lin hung up the phone and leaned back against her chair, letting out a long breath.

She looked out the window, feeling as if the whole world had become surreal... That afternoon.

A black Hongqi sedan silently drove into the Xishan Nursing Center and stopped at the entrance of Villa No. 7.

Jiang Ming got out of the car and walked into the living room.

Jiang Lijun and Zhang Huilan were sitting on the sofa watching TV, where news was repeatedly playing clips of Jiang Ming's morning livestream along with interpretations from various experts.

Seeing their son return, the couple hurriedly stood up.

“Xiao Ming, you...”

Zhang Huilan wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start.

“I won't be leaving for a few days.”

Jiang Ming walked up to them, his tone relaxed.

“I'll stay in Yuzhang City for a while to look for new ‘creative inspiration.’”

Jiang Lijun looked at his son's calm face, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

“Alright.”

“Just be careful yourself.”

There were no unnecessary questions, no prying for details.

They simply used their own way to silently accept that their son's life was now completely different... As the night deepened.

Jiang Ming stood alone on the third-floor terrace, the city below transformed into a sea of glittering lights.

He decided on the target for his next “performance.”

A miracle sufficient to shut the whole world up and make all arguments seem pale and powerless.

In early autumn in Yuzhang.

The next event would be a heavy snowfall covering the entire city.

This idea would not only perfectly and grandiosely demonstrate the ability of the [Child of Weather], but its “absolute impossibility” would also be enough to trigger the emotions of everyone globally.

He needed emotion points.

A massive amount of emotion points, enough to unlock the next choice.

Jiang Ming took out the black encrypted phone and dialed Chen Jianguo's number.

The call went through.

“Director Chen.”

Jiang Ming's voice was very calm.

“I hope the Ninth Bureau will not interfere with any of my actions in Yuzhang City over the next few days.”

“You only need to observe.”

On the other end of the line was a silence that lasted three seconds.

Chen Jianguo weighed the vast amount of information and the terrifying power of execution contained behind those words.

“Very well.”

After a pause, Chen Jianguo added.

“But please, you must keep all the impact within the boundaries of Yuzhang City.”