Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Game Livestream Preview

“No,” Zhou Xiao said immediately.

“No way,” Han Tian agreed. “We’ll protect you.”

He spoke like it was obvious.

“If you log off, we guard you right where you are. Don’t worry about that.”

Among the players, Chen Miao Miao was the first truly obvious big shot—and not because she fought like a monster.

Her spirit herb research was visibly paying off.

Her spirit field was almost full now, and she still maintained a high survival rate. Lately she’d been experimenting with combining herbs and Fan Gu Zhou’s wine—spirit herb wine.

If she pulled it off, and spirit herbs could be infused into wine or food, then they’d basically found a path to steady wealth.

A Wu was practically glowing with joy, staring at Chen Miao Miao like she was a walking gold ingot.

In his heart, the ranking had already changed.

Chen Miao Miao was number one.

Even if Sect Master showed up, she might not beat Chen Miao Miao for A Wu’s devotion.

So on this training trip, protecting her wasn’t optional.

As long as her cultivation rose, her value would only multiply.

Seeing how stubborn the others were, Chen Miao Miao didn’t refuse.

This was a rare chance to grow stronger. Even if she loved research, strength came first.

And she also wanted to see it—what the world outside Yun Zhou Continent really looked like.

Han Tian’s gaze drifted toward the mountains in the distance.

“If we walk to First Mountain and the map loads the entire way…” His voice lowered. “Then this game is even more terrifying than we thought.”

There was no way current Blue Star technology could do something like this.

Zhou Xiao shrugged. “Whatever. Let’s just enjoy it.”

Then, more quietly: “And don’t worry too much. If someone has this level of technology, we’re lucky to be here. Why would they target us? We’re ordinary people. I don’t think I’m worth that much.”

Everyone felt it—that strange wrongness under the surface.

Over the past half month, they’d talked to too many locals to keep pretending.

Those weren’t NPCs.

At least, Zhou Xiao couldn’t force herself to treat living, breathing people as game puppets.

Han Tian nodded. “Fair point.”

Once their group of big shots locked in, the rest fell into place fast. Most parties were at least three people.

Wu Da Hu teamed up with Ma Little Bird, Ma Dash, and the Daoist.

Other players found their own groups. Seeing the big shots taking newbies along, several well-matched parties also picked up daring newcomers.

Talent was unpredictable. If a newbie turned out to be a combat genius, being friendly now could pay off later.

Only one person was bold enough to go alone.

Mu Qiu.

She didn’t join any party. She planned to train solo.

The kind of person who ate meals while watching zombie movies and horror films. In this world, she was just as ruthless.

Zhou Xiao had a feeling: if Mu Qiu adapted to First Mountain like a fish to water, she’d become one of the best players in the entire bunch.

Still, about twenty players refused to go.

Fan Gu Zhou was one of them.

The punishment for getting an account banned was too brutal, and he didn’t crave points enough to gamble.

Besides, staying behind to help watch the spirit fields earned spirit stones from other players. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was steady.

As for Fan Gu Zhou, his business had grown. He had his own way to earn points. Why risk his life?

If his cultivation rose slower, so be it.

Lately, he’d been using spiritual energy to monitor fermentation—tiny, careful movements that felt similar to how Chen Miao Miao handled herbs. It still improved his control.

Even the fireballs he conjured were bigger than before.

He knew his talent wasn’t built for becoming a legendary big shot player.

So he leaned into what he was good at.

Business.

If he couldn’t become the strongest cultivator, he could become the richest.

And later, when some players truly became terrifying, he could always hire protection when he needed to travel.

Once teams were finalized, the event began immediately. They set off.

Before leaving, they stocked up on pills—top priority.

Based on info from Flying Sparrow Sect disciples, Zhou Xiao shared the details in the group.

Bring a few bottles of Qi-replenishing pills and blood-replenishing pills. That was it.

Song Jiu Lai also made it easier by setting up an exchange channel.

As long as demon beast materials were donated, Song Jiu Lai would immediately post missions for players still in the sect to sell them, then turn the results into spirit stones.

Players hunting demon beasts or gathering resources could donate part and keep part—enough to buy their own pills.

That way, everyone could keep operating at maximum efficiency and stay on First Mountain without constantly running back.

The System hadn’t handed Song Jiu Lai a ridiculous cheat… but honestly, this alone felt like one.

She’d already decided what to give Han Tian as a reward.

A livestream slot.

If hype fed the System’s energy, then a player like Han Tian—skilled at videos, good at steering public attention—was perfect.

Song Jiu Lai didn’t approach him herself. She had the System do it.

“Hello, player Han Tian.”

When the System spoke to players, its voice was stiff and lifeless, like emotion had been scraped out of it.

Han Tian blinked. “Hello, System.”

“Given your Weibo posts and website guides in the real world have provided positive feedback for ‘Start with a Broken Sect,’ we will cooperate with you as a reward for the positive influence you’ve brought to the game. Are you willing to take on promotional duties for Broken Sect? We will unlock livestream permissions for you. All real-world income you earn during livestreaming will belong to you alone.”

Han Tian stared. “R-really?”

“Yes.”

Song Jiu Lai couldn’t squeeze money out of the System even if she tried.

“Of course!” Han Tian burst out. “I’m willing!”

He hadn’t even seen whether livestream permissions could be exchanged, much less how many points they cost. Even with end-of-month rewards, he doubted he could afford it.

Now the game was handing it to him directly.

And the platform didn’t even take a cut?

What kind of philanthropist did that?

No one disliked money falling from the sky. Han Tian knew what kind of profit a livestream like this could generate once it caught fire, and the thought made his scalp prickle.

He was already thinking he should donate a portion to charity if he really made it big.

“As long as you agree,” the System said, “livestream permissions have been enabled. You may choose a website for streaming.”

Han Tian swallowed. “One question. Our game world runs at double speed compared to reality. How does the stream handle that?”

“We will compress the livestream. The footage will appear slightly accelerated. It will not affect viewing beyond increased speed.”

Han Tian exhaled, half-laughing. “Got it.”

Some absurdly advanced method he couldn’t even begin to understand.

“Alright!”

He was so excited he logged off on the spot.

He needed to prepare. Pick a platform. Set everything up.

Then he posted the announcement on Weibo.