Night, slightly late, Bai Qianshuang finally began her first livestream in the room.
Under Ye Chuan's setup, the title was simply written: [Cultivating—No Replies—]
"Then I just sit here?" Bai Qianshuang pointed at the meditation cushion nearby and asked. Would simply sitting there and cultivating really have any effect?
Cultivation was such a dull activity—would anyone even want to watch it?
Watching someone else cultivate would be even more tedious and boring.
At least, that was what Bai Qianshuang thought.
Besides, Ye Chuan had mentioned that most people in this world didn’t cultivate. Wouldn’t circulating her cultivation techniques expose her?
"Yeah, give it a try. Even if you channel spiritual energy, people will just assume it's special effects," Ye Chuan felt this concept was relatively fresh—at least better than when he had danced around a pole as a looks-based streamer.
And Bai Qianshuang was a genuine beauty streamer. No matter what, there should be some appeal.
Hearing this, Bai Qianshuang sat on the cushion and began cultivating. As she absorbed spiritual energy, faint golden light occasionally shimmered around her.
Since Ye Chuan had some experience with livestreaming, to avoid accusations that Bai Qianshuang's meditation was pre-recorded, he placed a clock on the wall behind her.
Soon, Bai Qianshuang started circulating her techniques to absorb spiritual energy, and Ye Chuan simultaneously launched the livestream—
"Alright, I’ll head back to my room now."
"Mm."
After Ye Chuan closed the door, Bai Qianshuang settled into deep meditation.
When Ye Chuan returned to his own room, he immediately opened Bai Qianshuang’s livestream. It was quiet, with only him as the sole viewer for now.
"Starting off with no viewers—same as me back then." Ye Chuan nodded, then casually sent fifty "Carnivals" (worth about 150,000 yuan).
The next second, he watched Bai Qianshuang’s ranking skyrocket.
"Alright, that’s enough." Seeing the girl sitting motionless in meditation, Ye Chuan didn’t bother watching further.
A while later, when he checked the stream again, he found that Bai Qianshuang’s livestream had already reached 10,000 viewers!
[Is this for real? She hasn’t moved an inch in over an hour!]
[The streamer’s so pretty, like an actual celestial maiden.]
[Just beauty filters—my dog could look like a diva with filters.]
[What kind of new streaming trend is this? Isn’t sitting like that painful?]
[The special effects look sick, super realistic.]
[Looking for a CP partner—anyone wanna chat?]
The chat was now flooding with comments, and Ye Chuan noticed the viewer count was still climbing. Many were even sending gifts, seemingly just to get Bai Qianshuang to open her eyes and acknowledge them.
But Bai Qianshuang remained expressionless and serene—once she entered deep meditation, she wouldn’t wake for at least a dozen hours.
[I bet she’ll open her eyes within half an hour.]
[I’ll bet an hour.]
[Is this a pre-recorded stream?]
[There’s a clock in the background—how could it be pre-recorded?]
[Those golden lights look so cool. The effects rival big-budget productions.]
[...]
Ye Chuan sighed as he read the comments. "Girls really do attract attention. Back when I streamed, I didn’t get this kind of treatment—even pretending to be a girl didn’t work."
Bai Qianshuang just had to sit there cultivating, and people were already throwing money at her.
Of course, the girl herself was completely unaware of the livestream’s activity. She continued meditating quietly while viewers came and went.
Some early arrivals, seeing Bai Qianshuang remain perfectly still for hours, even began wondering if she had fallen asleep.
[Who sleeps sitting up so straight?]
But others quickly dismissed the idea—Bai Qianshuang, dressed in white, sat with impeccable posture, her back straight and demeanor elegant. No one could sleep like that.
[It’s been three or four hours—is she gonna stay like this all night?]
[Hard to say. Feels like she’s forcing herself to hold out, but she’ll probably crack soon.]
[My back hurts just watching. How is she sitting without support for so long?]
[What if she’s actually cultivating for real?]
[Yeah, I’m an Immortal Emperor. Send me 50 yuan, and I’ll share half my cultivation with you.]
[Better yet, divorce your Immortal Emperor husband and take half his cultivation.]
[Bookstore owner here—no refunds.]
Many viewers were initially captivated by Bai Qianshuang’s beauty, but soon, her unwavering meditation pose became the main attraction. Some even started recording to see if she could truly last the entire night.
How could anyone be this dedicated to boredom?
Ye Chuan had long left the stream—after all, Bai Qianshuang was just sitting there. He wasn’t about to watch her meditate indefinitely.
After chatting with Luo Xi and waiting until midnight for the daily refresh, Ye Chuan checked his newly deposited tens of thousands of yuan and, as usual, swept through the points store.
Hmm…
Nothing particularly good today.
But in the cultivation-themed section, he stumbled upon a limited-time discount.
[Cultivation Points Store Flash Sale: Exchange 200,000 for any one item.]
200,000?
Not bad. Ye Chuan skimmed through today’s cultivation items.
[Soul Revival Pill]
[Crimson Peak Sword]
[Soul Banner]
[Clearwater Sword Technique]
[…]
His eyes lingered on the Soul Revival Pill and the Soul Banner.
He needed magical artifacts, so he checked their descriptions.
[Item: Soul Revival Pill
Can heal damaged cultivator souls. For mortals, it has the effect of reviving the dead—limited to one use.]
[Item: Soul Banner
Low-grade magical artifact
Absorbs soul energy—the more and higher-quality souls it collects, the stronger it becomes.
Can be upgraded.]
Ye Chuan hesitated. The Soul Revival Pill seemed useful—basically a resurrection token for mortals.
But the Soul Banner was also tempting.
"Fine, I’ll take the Soul Revival Pill. The Soul Banner can wait." Just as he said this, another prompt appeared.
[Limited-Time Offer: Full Set for 1,000,000]
[Countdown: 23 hours, 59 minutes]
Ye Chuan: "LOL."
A million?
"Buy!" Ye Chuan instantly placed the order.
The Soul Revival Pill was a lifesaver—once he refined it, he could sell it for a massive profit.
After the purchase, Ye Chuan inspected the items and sorted them out.
The Crimson Peak Sword was a fire-attribute sword artifact, several tiers above his current Green Peak Sword and Peachwood Sword—usable for him.
As for the sword technique, it was only high-grade, useless to someone like him who already had top-tier techniques.
But since it was a bundle deal, might as well take it. A million wasn’t cheap.
"Alright, time to head to the Qingyun Sect."
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