Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Master Liaochen nodded. “Yes, clever girl. That’s what I mean.”
Still, her air of emperor was the strongest he had ever met.
His affirmation comforted Jiang Pengji. It seemed that the “air” was useless, for it could only be affected by humans, but it could assist no one. A hopeless king would not be saved by it, nor would a great emperor be led astray.
“Are you worried that someone can see the air like me and hurt you for it?” All of a sudden, he laughed. “That’s not likely. As far as I know, those with this ability are all indifferent to intervene. Some even live in deep woods to avoid the dust of this chaotic world.”
She could be assured that people would not try to change what was meant to be. It was most natural for the world to split after long union, and unify after long division. The wise understood any attempt to change the course would be in vain.
More importantly, Master Liaochen could count them with one hand. They were so rare across the five kingdoms! How tiny a chance it would be for her to encounter them. Just Donqing––the smallest kingdom––alone had six prefectures and 21 counties. No one knew how broad the world was, especially when they also considered the seemingly boundless territories of the foreign tribes.
He believed she would be affected only when she encountered four to five of them. If she really did, she was definitely jinxed.
Walking downhill was much faster than going up. Jiang Pengji soon reached the bottom of the hill, her slippers making noises the whole way.
“All right, we can open the chest now.”
She got into the carriage. The experienced driver started their journey home.
The System could hardly verbalize its complaint. “I’m embarrassed to have you as my host. You traveled so long a distance just to ensure you’re lucky enough today?”
No matter what it said, Jiang Pengji did as she willed and opened the digital packet containing the Golden Chest. Her finger then clicked on the virtual interface to confirm her option. The chest cracked and the pieces slowly floated into the air to form another shape.
When the weak, golden beam faded away, she saw a gold, poker-sized card in front of her.
“…” The System was stunned. Wasn’t the free level up card a rarity?
Jiang Pengji took the card with a smile. The result was not surprising at all. “See? I told you I’m lucky.”
The System gave up arguing with her. “Fine.”
Jiang Pengji chuckled silently. When she pressed the card harder, a dialogue box appeared.
System: “You are now a Level One host. You can reach Level Two by using this card. The channel will also expand to accommodate ten thousand viewers. Would you like to use the free level up card? (A) Yes. (B) No.”
Without a second thought, she chose A. Why save something she could get for free?
The interface shut down as its frame glowed with faint gold and the background sound of crispy leaves. Everything fell into silence.
“System Announcement: Our Host, Jiang Pengji, has become a Level Two host. Viewer limit has increased to ten thousand. Congratulations!”
As the computer displayed a firework show, Jiang Pengji noticed the new patterns in her channel, which had no decoration before. The quota increased immediately.
“System, start a live,” she said, and the System complied instantly. Audience members flowed in like water.
Tuiyan Wanwu: “At last! I was wondering if there would be any livestream today. Luckily I’ve insisted in queuing. So is this the host? She’s much prettier in live than in screen recordings.”
With the aid of high-resolution cameras, they could closely observe Jiang Pengji’s countenance. On the contrary to some weird-looking hosts, she did not need any special effects to capture their admiration. The newcomer knew he would not mistake the Host for others.
Yiye Juhuacan: “Sad. I couldn’t get into the channel last night when the Host went to the brothels. I watched the video on forums with a broken heart…”
Kele Leyile: “It seems there are much more bullet screens today. Why? Have you guys practiced typing last night?”
They usually did not pay attention to the viewer number, but they could sense something strange about the amount of comments.
Jiujiu Bashiyi: “Oh my god! Why are there ten thousand viewers?”
The channel was finding fame in that dimension, attracting more and more viewers. The quota of three thousand had roused discontent among them because of the fierce competition for a place in the channel.
But… ten thousand? When did that happen?
Host V: “We can admit ten thousand people as we’ve reached Level Two. (Smiley)”
Her sudden cuteness prompted the old viewers to scream through the bullet screens, for her image had always been cool and brutal.
Still, she rarely spent much time on and now was no exception. After a brief explanation, she resumed to her distant attitude, and quietly sat in the stable carriage.
Liu She did not wake up until midday; his hair and nightwear were messy.
Sitting on the bed, his had looked, confused, at the beams shining through the door chinks. His sharp senses were soon recovered.
The attendants outside heard the rustling and asked softly, “Master, may we help you?”
Liu She let them in.
He tidied himself a little before the girls who had waited the whole morning entered. The daily procedures were carried out without a noise.
Tong Sanniang and other attendants left immediately after collecting the garments to be washed.
