Chapter 2 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ning Fei’s first webcast began. He felt quite awkward as he watched himself on the screen.

He glanced at the number of viewers on the app.

0.

This was his first webcast, and naturally, he would have no viewers. Someone had once talked for eight hours, and by the end of the webcast, there were zero viewers.

People often claimed that online celebrities earned a lot of money, but what they were referring to were those popular ones or those who worked in a team.

Usually, before his or her first webcast, an aspiring, hopeful amateur would enlist the help of people to create some hype by taking videos. Or perhaps they would choose to create parodies or something sentimental. Or he or she would make a flamboyant display of themselves to attract and accumulate viewers to watch their webcast.

In the case of Ning Fei, who began his webcast right away, it was certain that he would have no viewers.

Ning Fei had already named his webcast room “Light Breeze Temple’s Webcast Room”.

He contemplated for a while as he thought of what he should perform. He had watched webcasts before, and they mainly were focused on games or competitions. Occasionally, he had chanced upon one or two pretty webcasters doing a sexy dance or performing a ballad.

“Forget it. I should be myself. If I do something that is too deliberate, I would be lost and awkward.” Ning Fei shrugged to himself.

Taoist priests were particular about genuineness.

Thus, he set the webcast display to the view from the drone. He then chose the option of the drone tailing him automatically and began with his tasks.

The structure of Light Breeze Temple was simple. There was a flight of stairs made of limestone. It was five meters wide and spanned 18 stories. This flight of stairs had weathered storms and the blazing sun, and was beginning to darken. Trees lined both sides of the stairs, and the bottom steps, which were in the shadow of the trees, had moss growing all over them.

The stairs looked primitive and were considered the facade of this shabby temple. After climbing them, one would arrive at a dilapidated-looking courtyard. There was a signboard that had almost been corroded by the harsh weather containing three big words written in Chinese calligraphy.

Light Breeze Temple.

Ning Fei had just eaten his dinner, and according to his usual routine, it was time for him to retire for the night. He had nothing to do, so he took out the wooden sword that he usually used for practice every day.

Real martial arts weren’t anything like what was described in martial arts novels. In real life, wielding a sword didn’t actually look that formidable; neither could it slice a path to the underworld nor open a path to the Heavens.

If Ning Fei had to describe his style of martial arts, it would look more like those old masters in the park who practiced with a sword.

His movements were slow, but every move was correct and exact. Every move he made seemed as though he had naturally blended with Earth and Heaven.

At this time, Ning Fei hadn’t noticed that the number of viewers was rapidly increasing.

The numbers rose from 6 to 52, to 231, and then 320…

In just a matter of minutes, the number of viewers had surged past 300!

Someone even began to post comments.

‘What is this place? The surroundings look nice!’

‘It looks like a temple? Oh let me see… Light Breeze Temple’s Webcast Room?’

‘What the… Do real priests even exist nowadays? He has to be a fraud!’

‘Don’t come to a conclusion so quickly. The priest’s movements look legitimate, and he does exude charm.’

‘This is strange… His moves resemble those old men at the park. But why is it such an enjoyment watching him perform?’

‘I’m curious what this priest looks like!’

And so, the number of viewers who watched Ning Fei’s webcast rose substantially.

The drone acted as though it possessed artificial intelligence as it would very quickly find the perfect angle to film.

It descended and captured both Ning Fei and the setting sun in a frame.

A priest in his robes, against the setting sun, engrossed and absorbed in his training…