At this moment, due to the terrifying monster that had appeared earlier and the stunning beauty who showed up afterward, Zhang Yan’s livestream had surged past 100,000 viewers.
When he posed his question, countless responses flooded in, and an overwhelming number of comments scrolled rapidly across his screen:
“It’s real, streamer! That gorgeous woman really did fly over to you just like that.”
“And judging by the sword she pulled from the ground earlier, you only survived because of her.”
“If you think you’re dreaming, try pinching your thigh.”
“How’d this stream get so popular? Did you buy bots or something?”
“The streamer’s broke—it blew up because he was getting chased by a monster and then got saved by an absolute bombshell out of sheer luck.”
“Monster? Bombshell? What kind of nonsense is this?”
“I’ve got a clip of what happened earlier. Anyone who missed it can check it out.”
“Holy crap, I’ve never seen a woman that beautiful in my life. Are you sure there’s no filter?”
“The streamer panicked and turned off all his filters earlier—it’s 100% real.”
The barrage of comments was dizzying for Zhang Yan, who had never experienced this level of engagement before. Fortunately, he could pause the chat and read them one by one.
Soon, he followed the viewers’ suggestion and pinched his thigh hard. The sharp pain confirmed he wasn’t dreaming.
“So the person who saved me from that monster’s jaws… was that stunning woman?”
Recalling the earlier comments and his conversation with Yan Qi, Zhang Yan finally pieced things together, silently muttering to himself.
Just then, a golden flash lit up his livestream, instantly grabbing his attention. Spotting the ten shiny “planes” (a high-value donation), Zhang Yan checked the donor’s username and quickly addressed the audience:
“Thank you to ‘Number One Fan of the Beauty’ for the ten planes! Is there anything you’d like me to do, boss?”
“Damn, big spender! Ten planes just like that!”
“Rich guy, wanna be friends?”
“Sugar daddy, adopt me!”
“666!”
“999—that’s 6 upside down!”
Number One Fan of the Beauty: “Streamer, I don’t have any special requests. Just let me see that beauty one more time, and I’ll send another ten planes.”
Hearing the promise of ten more planes, Zhang Yan’s breathing grew heavy. But remembering Yan Qi’s earlier warning, he hesitated.
Then reality hit—he was flat broke, with next month’s rent still unpaid. Plus, the beauty was clearly no ordinary person. After an internal struggle, Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and accepted the mission.
“No problem, boss! If you want to see the beauty again, how could I, as your streamer, refuse? I’ll go find her right now!”
Without another glance at the chat, he dashed off in the direction Yan Qi had flown.
Meanwhile, Yan Qi—completely unaware that the streamer she’d told to stay put was now chasing after her for money—had already reached the source of the dark barrier.
“Is this the thing creating the black barrier? Ugh, it’s disgusting.”
Her nose wrinkled as she observed the horde of grotesque monsters writhing atop pulsating black flesh, all surrounding a throbbing meat cocoon at the center.
“This distance should be enough.”
Unwilling to engage in close combat with the abominations below, she hovered midair. She sheathed the spirit sword she’d used earlier to save Zhang Yan, then snapped her fingers. A faint blue flame flickered to life on her fingertip.
Without a word, she blew gently, sending the flame downward. The moment it touched the black flesh—
WHOOSH!
The tiny flame erupted into an inferno, rapidly spreading across the grotesque mass, engulfing both the monsters and the cocoon.
As ear-piercing shrieks filled the air, burning monsters flailed wildly, trying to extinguish the flames. But their efforts were futile—this was the Samadhi Truefire, personally conjured by the Daoist Empress Daoyan.
“Huh, the Samadhi Truefire is pretty handy. This’ll save me a lot of cleanup work in the future.”
Watching the flames efficiently incinerate everything, Yan Qi casually sliced down a few monsters attempting to flee toward the “safe zones” she’d cleared earlier.
“Benefactor! Benefactor!”
“Benefactor? Huh? Why is he here? I told him to stay put!”
Hearing the shouts, Yan Qi frowned and scanned the area until her eyes landed on none other than the unlucky streamer she’d rescued earlier.
“I explicitly told him to wait somewhere safe. What’s he doing here?”
After confirming that most monsters were already dead—with only the central cocoon still twitching—she descended gracefully, landing before the streamer and his audience amidst the blazing blue flames.
Her voice was icy as she demanded:
“Why didn’t you listen to me and stay where you were? Do you not know how to write the word death?”