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Chapter 570: Live Stream, Video, and Thematic Design
Inside Wanfa University.
In Ye Xingli’s Laboratory.
Zhang Yu had been invited by Senior Sister Ye to join her Live Stream.
At first, he wasn’t too keen on participating—but Ye Xingli persuaded him:
“Immortal Dao cultivation always requires income. To earn money, whether through selling goods, finance, or investment, having a large reputation is always an advantage.”
“Start building your fanbase early. It’ll greatly benefit your future Xian Dao path.”
Fujie chimed in:
“Zhang Yu, she’s right. You’re growing stronger, and now you’re among the top 50 in the entire school—but you have almost no fans. Your power and fame are severely mismatched.”
“Starting now to gather fans means you’ll have a solid reserve of top-tier league resources ready for future use.”
Eventually, Zhang Yu agreed to spend a few hours in the lab for Ye Xingli’s Live Stream.
The main goal of this broadcast was to promote Ye Xingli’s newly refined product: the Chunhun Shiyangyi.
The prototype had already been completed—now, a Level 10 Chunhun Shiyangyi sat on the experiment table, ready for demonstration.
While explaining the product, Ye Xingli deliberately kept her long, starlit legs on full display, as she explained:
“This is my younger brother, Zhang Yu, an Alchemy student at Wanfa University—ranked 44th in the entire school.”
“The Chunhun Shiyangyi here has received significant input from him.”
Zhang Yu glanced at the Live Chat. Instantly, countless fans reacted with awe, admiration, and envy upon hearing his rank.
Though most of Ye Xingli’s audience were lower school and junior college students, they had a particular reverence for top-tier university geniuses.
But soon, a comment appeared:
“This Zhang Yu is into Mutual Cultivation.”
“He participated in the Yin Device Experiment.”
As more fans dug into the Ling Realm, searching for records of Zhang Yu’s involvement in the Yin Device Experiment—where he had skyrocketed through Mutual Cultivation—the chat exploded with reactions:
“Please, after this stream, let Ye Xingli leave him alone!”
“No, don’t do Mutual Cultivation!”
“Look at Ye Xingli’s knees…”
“Which top-tier genius lacks Mutual Cultivation resources? You don’t seriously think the host avoids it, cutting off her own growth path, do you?”
Ye Xingli watched the chaos unfold, irritation bubbling beneath her smile.
“A bunch of lower school and junior college students—why are you all so obsessed with this?”
“Unsurprising, really. Only those still in junior college could spend this much time over something so trivial. Who else would be stuck here?”
Though annoyed, she glanced at the floating message from the Poor Man Simulator and forced a polite smile.
“Don’t misunderstand. Zhang Yu and I are just ordinary senior-sister-younger-brother.”
“As for me, I’m fully focused on Alchemy. Mutual Cultivation holds no interest for me.”
She paused, then added:
“I once scored high enough on the college entrance exam to get into any of the top ten universities. The Hehuan University admissions director personally approached me, offering me free choice of any major.”
“But for me, Alchemy is the broader horizon.”
Though the chat still buzzed with controversy—fans demanding Mutual Cultivation videos, joking about how many spirit armors would be worn down tonight—Ye Xingli managed to calm the storm with her explanation.
Yet as some fans continued ranting, she kept smiling outwardly, her mind seething.
“My refined spirit armors don’t wear out that easily.”
Her Eye Armor flickered once. Instantly, she blocked and silenced several disruptive fans.
After the stream ended, Ye Xingli glanced at the sales dashboard. A small smile tugged at her lips.
“102 units sold? And we haven’t even started driving traffic. This is solid performance.”
“Maybe we should expand promotion efforts.”
Beside her, Zhang Yu noticed his social platform account had gained a few new fans.
He’d had the account for a while, but never treated it seriously—most of his followers were from the Civil Engineering and Alchemy Departments of Wanfa University.
Previously, he had around a few hundred fans. Now, it was nearly a thousand.
“Still so slow,” Zhang Yu muttered, glancing at Ye Xingli’s sales numbers. A flicker of envy crossed his face.
“Product promotion really does make money fast.”
But he knew he didn’t have the time or energy for it. And unlike Ye Xingli, he lacked a fanbase to build from. Starting from scratch? It could take years to reach her level.
“Maybe I should sell the extra design diagrams to Senior Sister?”
He remembered the prototypes he’d prepared for the competition—besides Fengshen Ban Fahuai Xing Gongzuo Dongli Xue, there were also:
- Artificial Feces Machine
- College Student Skin
- Automatic Ad Viewing Machine
- Hemorrhoid Breeding Device
- College Student Simulator
All of them sat unused in his storage. If he could sell them, even for a little, that’d be better than letting them rot.
And most companies wouldn’t even bother with the junior college market—except for Ye Xingli, who was targeting exactly that demographic.
So Zhang Yu sent all the design diagrams to her for review.
At first, Ye Xingli barely glanced at them—then, as she scrolled through, her eyes lit up.
“I didn’t expect you to have designed so many products in such a short time.”
“These are actually quite interesting.”
“But I’ll need to consult the company before deciding. I’ll message you soon.”
Zhang Yu knew: since Ye Xingli had joined the school team and received Wanfa University’s elite training, her company had been acquired by the university. That’s why there were so many investments in Live Streams and promotions.
Soon, Mo Sha Zhenren received Ye Xingli’s message.
As a faculty member overseeing the university’s investment affairs, Mo Sha Zhenren managed the financial operations of student-run companies. Though he didn’t understand Alchemy, he was deeply skilled in Live Streams, promotions, finance, and accounting.
He frowned at the message.
“A senior student’s design work?”
“Is Ye Xingli trying to help her younger brother break into the market?”
After a moment’s thought, he offered a flat price: 10 Lingbi for the entire set.
To him, that was generous for a fourth-year student’s portfolio.
Ye Xingli: Zhang Yu’s designs are impressive. That price is far too low. He won’t sell at that rate.
These aren’t outdated copyright relics from the Great Library. His diagrams are modern, market-ready. With minor tweaks, they could go straight to production. At least 50 Lingbi, he’ll want.
Mo Sha Zhenren: How much do you want?
Ye Xingli: These designs integrate mature technologies from existing products, with clever cost-saving features. He clearly understands the market.
Together, they’re worth at least 50 Lingbi.
Mo Sha Zhenren: Then we’ll pass for now. Right now, our Live Stream is focused on the Chunhun Shiyangyi. We don’t have time to explore new production lines.
Ye Xingli: Zhang Yu just lacks fame. That’s why his designs aren’t selling. If we buy them today, even if we don’t produce them, licensing them later will definitely bring profit.
These products are genuinely good.
Mo Sha Zhenren: Company funds are limited. I can’t risk university money on speculation.
Seeing Ye Xingli’s firm stance, Mo Sha Zhenren began to suspect she was colluding with her brother to siphon funds.
Ye Xingli looked at Zhang Yu, her expression apologetic.
“The company needs more time to discuss. I’ll push them to make a decision quickly. You’ll get a fair price.”
Zhang Yu remained calm.
“No problem. I’m not in a rush.”
After the stream ended, Zi Wen Zhen and Su Yun Ni prepared their materials. Zhang Yu began refining his second Taihao Shenglü Flying Sword.
Not long after he started, his Eye Armor received another video.
“Again, this Shui Haiyu from Shanhai Vocational University.”
Recalling the man’s last message—about seeking proof of the Double Rest Cult—Zhang Yu clicked to open the video.
The footage showed Shui Haiyu tracking, investigating, and searching relentlessly.
But in the end, he was captured by members of the Mutual Cultivation Society.
They were about to force him to quit his double weekends and join the Double Rest Cult.
Shui Haiyu roared:
“You’re forcing people to take weekends off—what’s the difference from forcing them to die?”
“Your incomes are dropping, jobs are harder to find—do you really want to keep sinking like this?”
The leader of the cultists sneered:
“If everyone joins the Double Rest Cult, if everyone demands weekends… then weekends will spread across the world.”
Shui Haiyu screamed:
“Then the entire school dies! How will we compete with other schools, other companies?”
The leader bellowed:
“Then let the entire world join the Double Rest Cult!”
Shui Haiyu was horrified.
“You’re insane!”
At the final moment, Shui Haiyu crushed the poison capsule in his stomach and chose suicide.
The screen spun violently. The cultists’ panicked cries filled the air.
“No!”
“He can’t enter the Ling Realm!”
“His soul and spirit have been taken!”
The video cut abruptly.
Zhang Yu stared in silence.
“So he became a Soul Cultivator?”
“If so, he must have already reported everything to Zheng Shen.”
He checked Shui Haiyu’s profile—its icon was dark gray.
“Offline? No funds—account frozen?”
“Or is he being interrogated by Zheng Shen, locked away?”
Zhang Yu didn’t know. So he sent the video to Zhang Pianpian, wondering if his sister had interest in dealing with such Demon Sect matters.
As for him—he had no power to intervene.
...
Days later.
“Zhang Yu, congratulations. You’ve officially been selected as one of the top ten finalists in this year’s Design Competition.”
“To confirm your final ranking, we’re inviting you to a special testing session.”
“Upon arrival, you’ll have six hours to complete a design diagram based on the given theme.”
Zhang Yu read the message. He wasn’t surprised.
Ciji Zhenjun had already warned him after receiving a message from Xianyin God, urging him to prepare for the test.
He knew there were 15 finalists, and this test would eliminate five.
But Zhang Yu hadn’t prepared. He didn’t need to. His knowledge was already deep within him—his strength came from years of accumulated insight.
What was a test to him?
Without hesitation, he boarded a Flying Barge and headed toward the testing venue.
(End of Chapter)
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