Chapter 7: Spiritual Qi Revival, Begin!

Pang Jinlong watched Su Chen, sitting cross-legged on the ground eating with relish, a flash of bright color appear in his eyes.

His business sense told him that this strange person might be an opportunity to make his livestream go viral, or rather, it was a premonition of his.

Thinking this, he wasted no moment; after moving a bit to warm his frozen body, he didn't even have time to eat, directly setting up a stand on a protruding large rock and aiming the camera at Su Chen.

Seeing this, Su Chen's brows furrowed slightly, then a scene from his past-life news flashed in his mind—a memory of someone capturing the moment of spiritual qi revival.

Afterwards, his furrowed brows relaxed a little; after all, he had prepared in advance and put on a mask.

Pang Jinlong saw Su Chen's extremely standard cross-legged posture, like an immortal meditating, and immediately changed his previous livestream title "You tip, I climb floors" to "Luoxian Shan, Pang Teacher takes you to explore the mysterious cat-head immortal."

After adjusting the title and confirming everything was fine, he directly clicked to start the livestream.

Since it was morning and the first day of a workday, his livestream room grew from zero to only a few dozen before basically stagnating, and these were mostly his old fans.

The livestream's bullet comments were only a handful.

Among them, a user named Qingzhuān Baiyu typed in the livestream: "Pang Teacher, why did you suddenly change your name?"

"Wo Si Nie Die" then mocked: "Cheating for food and drink, Pang Teacher, yesterday you still owed over seven thousand floors—get on with it!"

"Suzhi Jidi" said: "Clickbait."

……

And many others, similar to "Wo Si Nie Die", flooded the chat with "Cheating for food and drink is fine, or climbing floors, climbing floors and such……"

Pang Jinlong looked at the few bullet comments in the livestream, seeming already accustomed, directly pretended not to see them, cleared his throat, and with a mysterious look said: "Welcome to Pang Teacher's livestream; today I'll bring you a different kind of livestream……"

Before he finished, the few relatively active people in the livestream began to question him, no longer caring about yesterday's debt of over seven thousand floors, and started paying attention to what he was saying.

"What's different? Did you find someone to write you a whole script?"

"Pang Teacher now has a script? Made money? Unfollow, unfollow……"

"Pang Teacher, just from the title this script looks super boring; if you did an online tutorial on the White Cat Sword Immortal, maybe you'd get a few more viewers." The viewer named Qingzhuān Baiyu complained.

"Pang Teacher, you've fallen; you should either keep doing mukbang or climb stairs, instead of being clickbait."

……

As someone started setting the pace, the viewers in the livestream began to lose interest.

Pang Jinlong immediately grew a bit anxious, beginning to explain his speculation about the person wearing the White Cat Sword Immortal.

The people in the livestream still didn't believe it, mocking the script as trash, and saying he had previously hired someone to sit on a big rock to make them believe this nonsense, and someone even said it's already the year 3050……

"Not necessarily; I watched Pang Teacher's livestream yesterday all the way to his sign-off, Pang Teacher was indeed alone in the livestream yesterday—it could really be what Pang Teacher said; look at his cross-legged posture, this person is probably some kind of hermit……"

Immediately someone retorted: "Maybe it's just someone who came up right after Pang Teacher, then cooked up a script……"

"Or maybe this person intends to do something bad, like murder; seeing Pang Teacher here, he put on the mask to hide himself."

……

The people in the livestream began to discuss, their guesses about Su Chen becoming increasingly absurd, while the viewer count started approaching three digits.

Pang Jinlong, seeing this, felt delighted in his heart,

knowing the crowd's attention had successfully been captured by that person, and that they basically stopped mentioning his floor-climbing, he immediately began to boast extravagantly, making the black-clad person wearing the White Cat mask sound ever more mysterious.

As time reached nine o'clock, his livestream had already gained several hundred people; many watched the motionless Su Chen, most gradually losing interest and leaving the livestream.

However, a few people began to take interest in Su Chen, after all, even if it's a script, sitting cross-legged for a long time with hardly any movement isn't something just anyone can do; ultimately, the livestream's viewer count fluctuated and finally stabilized at over a hundred.

Soon, more than half an hour passed, Su Chen still maintained that posture without moving, and the livestream's viewer count dropped below a hundred, leaving fewer than ninety people.

Just as Pang Jinlong anxiously watched the livestream viewer count rapidly decline, Su Chen finally moved; the eyes hidden beneath his mask opened wide, and he lifted his head to gaze at the sky.

Meanwhile, the livestream viewer count had fallen to fifty-five, and the viewers began to speculate what he would do, with some asking what was in the sky.

Pang Jinlong was also extremely quick-witted; he immediately pointed the phone fixed on the rock toward the sky, and immediately afterward, the sky displayed a scene that would be unforgettable for him and the livestream viewers.

In the distant horizon, where the sun had originally painted red clouds, a huge fissure silently appeared, as if an invisible giant on the horizon were slowly opening its single eye; as the black fissure gradually widened, a massive airflow surged wildly out through it, pushing aside the surrounding clouds.

Seeing this, Su Chen murmured: "Here it comes."

He knew what accompanied that airflow: it was immense spiritual power, the beginning and foundation of cultivation on Blue Star, and also the passage for foreign invasion.

As the fissure continually expanded, the spiritual power gushing from it grew greater, and Su Chen sat at its lowest point.

He knew that the arrival of this spiritual qi still required some time; sure enough, not long after, the fissure gradually stopped expanding, presenting to Pang Jinlong and the livestream audience a black hole about one zhang in diameter.

At this moment, the livestream also boiled over, viewer count rapidly increasing, and exclamations came from the audience: "What is this? Is this script too real?"

"Pang Teacher is awesome, how did you pull off this script……"

"Pang Teacher, are you for real!"

"This thing isn't real, is it?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Is the apocalypse coming?"

In an instant, the livestream filled with such questions—shock, bewilderment, along with doubt, mockery, and so on.