Chapter 7

“Crack! Thud! Crack! Thud!”

As Xiao Yi explained alone, the poplar trees snapped one after another in rhythm.

Xiao Yi himself was secretly delighted—if Guangtou Qiang had this ability, he wouldn’t be getting scolded by Boss Li every day.

Naturally, Xiao Yi’s livestream exploded in popularity; after news of his violent tree-felling spread, a massive wave of viewers flooded into the stream.

The viewer count surged from an initial thirty thousand to over one million five hundred thousand.

This was utterly insane—this was peak morning rush hour, eight a.m.

“Is this the guy who knocks down a tree with one axe?”

“He doesn’t look like it! Are you guys tricking me? His thighs are thinner than my arms.”

“Let’s go, let’s go—I’m missing my Qingning!”

“Newcomers, stop yelling—just watch. This guy’s definitely a wolf killer.”

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“Holy shit, Dad, I just saw Superman!”

“Yeah, Son, I saw him too!”

“Damn it, this bastard’s taking advantage of me!”

“What the hell is this guy? He felled this thick tree in barely ten swings? Is this staged?”

“Forestry Bureau, I’m reporting him—this guy must be registered. The trees vanishing overnight? Definitely him.”

“Isn’t this more efficient than machines? Who says machines are always better than humans?”

“I’ve been harvesting trees for twenty years—I’ve never seen a guy this capable. Top of the Line Tree Harvesting Co. welcomes you!”

“Bro, your company name is solid—what’s your story?”

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The comment section was buzzing. Xiao Yi, excited, kept working; as more poplars fell, he communicated with the system to measure and allocate.

Of course, all this consumed fan points—but luckily, after exchanging three free attribute points, he still had over seventy thousand fan points.

Speaking of which, Xiao Yi really had to thank his past self for joining this show.

Otherwise, even if the system had awakened, he wouldn’t have had this chance to attract so many fans so massively.

“Guys, look at this section—these two trees’ branches are nearly the same thickness. Perfect material for doors.”

“But I awkwardly forgot to measure the door width this morning. No big deal—we’ll haul these trees back first. Before that, let’s cut off all the branches.”

He acted immediately, no hesitation. Honestly, after two straight hours of chopping, even Xiao Yi with his “superpower” felt some fatigue.

But the system was truly the best—his modified body gave him incredible endurance; this workload only left him mildly tired, nowhere near his limit.

At most, it was moderate fatigue.

After that, Xiao Yi said nothing more, focusing entirely on chopping the branches.

Two more hours passed. The thick white poplars were now just bare trunks, all branches cut and piled together.

Xiao Yi quietly reached out, pressing his hands against the base of the trunk to test whether his current strength could lift it.

“Huh?”

He could actually lift it—he was startled by his own strength.

Since the system’s modification, he’d had no idea what his strength limit was.

This tree was only medium-sized among white poplars—about six meters tall, fifty centimeters in diameter—but far from light.

The air-dry density of white poplar is 0.30–0.40 grams per cubic centimeter.

Volume = 3.14 × 25 × 25 × 600 ≈ 1,200,000 cubic centimeters.

At maximum density, its weight is 1,200 × 0.4 = 480 kg.

So this trunk weighed roughly a thousand jin. He felt it was heavy—but only just.

This proved Xiao Yi’s current strength exceeded a thousand jin. The ancient saying that generals could lift a thousand jin wasn’t empty boasting.

Thinking this, Xiao Yi said nothing more, continuing his livestream.

“Next task is simple: just haul these poplars back to our place.”

“Also, don’t discard the branches—they’ll dry well under the sun and make excellent firewood for winter.”

“But first, we need to bring back the main trunks for future house-building. No tools here—we’ll have to carry them ourselves.”

“…”

“Wait, what? He said he’s going to carry them back himself?”

“Holy shit, if you actually carry them all back, I’ll eat instant noodles all month just to gift you a ‘Golden Era’.”

“+1, +1!”

“Is this guy brain-dead? How’s he gonna carry a trunk this thick? Thinks he’s Superman just because he’s strong?”

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“Thanks, Xiao Yao Ge, for the Golden Era! We just need first place on today’s noon hourly leaderboard.”

“Brothers and sisters, the platform’s pushing all prime-time slots to Wild Living shows, so we’ve got to grab an hourly slot during the day.”

“Noon isn’t too competitive—I really, really want to win this hour. Please support me if you can.”

Meng Yu’s Butterfly gifted Ying Mei a Golden Era!

Meng Yu’s Butterfly gifted Ying Mei a Golden Era!

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“Don’t worry, Ying Mei, with me and Xiao Yao here, we’re taking first this hour.”

Ying Mei, the top food streamer, watched the hourly leaderboard’s top spot and felt delighted, her voice sweet as she thanked them.

She’d gained massive fans through her food videos, had a sweet face, and streamed with openness and no pretense—so she’d built a strong following and was now a top-tier streamer on Yinfu.

“What the hell? Why did we drop to second? Are there demons stealing our slot at noon?”

“Brothers, hold the line for Ying Mei!”

“Where’s Xiao Yao?”

“Yu Shen, take him down!”

“Who’s streaming? Go check what’s happening!”

“Izi Xiaoyao gifted Ying Mei a Golden Era!”

“Meng Yu’s Butterfly gifted Ying Mei a Golden Era!”

“Izi Xiaoyao gifted Ying Mei a Golden Era!”

“Meng Yu’s Butterfly gifted Ying Mei a Golden Era!”

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Seeing the hourly leaderboard suddenly drop to second, Ying Mei’s heart lurched.

Who the hell stole her lead in the final five minutes? Annoying bastard.

Izi Xiaoyao: “…”

Meng Yu’s Butterfly: “…”

After twelve o’clock, not only Ying Mei was stunned—even two level-50+ big brothers were dumbfounded.

They’d spent over four million fan coins nonstop in the last five minutes—and still lost.

Furious, they wanted to see who dared disrespect them like this.

“Holy shit—it’s that guy from the Wild Living stream! A white poplar trunk, six or seven meters tall, thick as a water barrel—he just picked it up!”

“Damn, is this Lu Zhishen uprooting a willow? Sorry Ying Mei, I’m just gonna watch two minutes—this is once-in-a-lifetime.”

“I’ll check too, just two minutes—I’ll be right back!”

“Ye Feng Da Lao and Qie Yi Ge are already there!”

Izi Xiaoyao: “Ye Feng Laoda’s there too? Lao Yu, I’m going to check it out!”

Meng Yu’s Butterfly: “No, we…”

At the screen, Meng Yu’s Butterfly felt deeply frustrated—how did this fat fish slip away?

Even more frustrated was Ying Mei—her viewer count had plummeted from sixty thousand to just thirteen thousand, twelve thousand of them idle bots.