Witch Tribe Gym Goes Bankrupt! Zhurong Sells Divine Fire Through Live Commerce!

The Daoist principle of "non-action" from Laozi of the Taiqing Laozi is simply a stroke of genius.

It did not diminish the passion of the music; on the contrary, it gave it a "gentle and nourishing" quality.

A spoonful of clear, top-quality broth was poured into a wok that was sizzling over high heat.

The effect is doubled.

The players in the Metaverse have gone completely mad.

"This song is incredibly addictive! I swear! Just listening to it broke through the architectural bottleneck that had been plaguing me for three days!"

"More than that! I feel like my soul has become clearer. Now, even those tusked boars outside the Novice Village seem quite handsome to me!"

"God of Sound! From this day forward, you are my one and only true god! Count me in as the number one die-hard fan of the 'Sound Support Association'!"

The new term "Sound Support Association" instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all players.

Thus, the first true "fan club" in the Primordial Continent was born.

Numerous players spontaneously organized themselves, with clear Division of Labor.

Some people maintained order at the scene and formed a human wall.

People are spamming the world channel to promote the "God of Sound".

There's even a group that formed an "Anti-Blackening Group," and if anyone dares to say a bad word about "God of Sound" on the public channel, hundreds or thousands of private messages will immediately flood their inbox.

Concert tickets for Yin have seen prices skyrocket.

From being free, to one Lin Shen Coin, and then to ten Lin Shen Coin per coin, they still sold out in seconds.

Scalpers emerged as a result, with a single front-row "rock zone" ticket being resold for as much as 100 Lin Shen Coin!

This amount exceeds the minimum "startup loan" issued by the "Western Paradise Bank".

Biyou Palace, Tongtian Jiaozhu, the behind-the-scenes boss of "Jie Tian Entertainment," stared at the long string of Lin Shen Coin flowing through the company's account, his mouth practically agape.

He has already begun planning the next phase of his business empire.

"Having only one sound means the product line is too limited, and the risk is too high!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu paced back and forth in the palace, his fingers constantly tracing patterns in the air. A PowerPoint presentation, brimming with modern business flair, was rapidly taking shape in the Sage's mind.

"We absolutely have to do a talent show! Let's call it... 'The Primordial Voice'!"

"As for the mentor lineup... Second Brother and Eldest Brother are a must! Second Brother represents the 'Academic School,' Eldest Brother will focus on the ' Natural Folk Group!"

"Let's bring over Junior Sister Nuwa and make her the 'Face Value Representative,' and also the 'dance instructor'!"

"And I am the director and host!"

The more Tongtian Jiaozhu thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt that he had found a path that was more interesting and magnificent than the way of the sword.

However, just as he was immersed in his grand plan for his "entertainment empire," a violent, volcanic eruption of anger suddenly shattered the protective barrier surrounding his Biyou Palace!

"Tongtian! Get out here right now!"

Zhurong's signature booming voice, carrying substantial sound waves, made the entire Biyou Palace buzz.

He stormed in, his body wreathed in flames, followed by Gonggong, whose face was grim and whose body was shrouded in mist, and several other Ancestral Witch with extremely hostile expressions.

"Zhurong?"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu glanced at him sideways, his tone full of mockery.

"What, you want to sign up for the 'Voice of China' auditions? With your awful voice, you won't even make it past the first round."

"Bullshit!" Zhurong Rong's flames suddenly rose three zhang high, almost setting the dome of the Biyou Palace ablaze. He roared, pointing at Tongtian's nose.

"It's all your fault for that lousy concert you organized! Now our 'Witch Tribe Online Gym' is nowhere to be found!"

"The dungeons we brothers meticulously designed, like 'Heart of Molten Fire' and 'Endless Sea,' used to have queues that stretched to the next day! And now? We've been playing Mahjong in there all day, and we haven't even seen a single player come in to feed kills!"

Gonggong added coldly from the side, his voice icy.

"Those players said, 'Rather than spending money to enter dungeons and get beaten up by us, we'd rather lie down and listen to music while leveling up.'"

"Tongtian, this is malicious competition! You've cut off our Witch Clan's source of wealth!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are of one mind and one heart.

"Dungeon designers" and "Gold Medal Coach" are the foundation upon which their Witch Clan stands in the underworld.

Now, this fundamental issue has been undermined by the Tongtian "entertainment industry," pushing it directly to the brink of bankruptcy!

They couldn't swallow this insult!

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Jiaozhu showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, he stroked his chin, leaned forward slightly, and a hunter's eye gleamed as he spotted a new prey.

"So, my music is more appealing than your fists?"

"You!" Zhurong was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot, but Dijiang quickly grabbed him.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you must give us an explanation for this matter." The Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, as the eldest brother, spoke in a deep voice.

"Statement?"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu smiled, a hint of cunning in his smile.

"There's no official statement, but we do have a cooperation plan."

He casually tossed out the idea that had just formed in his mind.

"Nobody plays your dungeons because the process is too boring; there's no fun in it except getting beaten up."

"My concerts are so popular because they are entertaining and Sense of Participation."

"So, what if we combine these two?"

"Combined?" Zhurong Dijiang were both taken aback.

"That's right!" The Tongtian Jiaozhu snapped his fingers. "I've heard Shen'er mention a term before, called... live broadcast!"

"You guys like fighting, right? Then fight in the dungeon! We'll broadcast your fight live to players across the entire Metaverse!"

"Want to see Zhurong roast the Chaos Demon Gods with divine fire? Sure! Ticket costs one Lin Shen Coin!"

"Want to see Gonggong use a water tornado to scrub the ancient ferocious beast? No problem! Just give him a 'Small Rocket' as a tip, and you can even specify which part to scrub!"

"We can even open a betting pool! We'll bet on who takes down the Boss first!"

"This is called 'Sports Competition'! It's also called 'Live Commerce'!"

The more the Tongtian Jiaozhu spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had discovered a vast and boundless blue ocean market.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, were all dumbfounded.

Fighting... you can do it like this?

To sell your act of beating someone up to others?

Do viewers have to pay?

This idea is Taiqing unique, so unconventional!

But...

Why does it sound... damn reasonable!

Zhurong and Gonggong exchanged a glance, and in each other's equally bewildered eyes, they saw a glimmer of enlightenment.

They seemed to instantly understand why they, a group of honest people who only knew how to use their fists, could never outwit these Sages who were more cunning than honeycomb briquettes.

"Okay! Let's do it this way!"

Zhurong slapped his thigh, his anger vanishing in an instant, and he switched to enthusiastic business partner mode the next.

"Then let's get ready now! Our first live stream project will be me using the All-Heavenly Divine Fire to roast a Three-legged Golden Crow that's at the level of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!"

Far away in the "Demon Emperor Fresh Foods" supermarket in the Metaverse, Di Jun, who was personally inspecting the shelves, suddenly shivered.

He always felt that some immense malice was secretly targeting his demon race's inventory.

Let's do it!

Under the "technical guidance" of the Tongtian Jiaozhu, the Witch Clan's first "large-scale Sports Competition Reality Live Broadcast" was launched in a flash!

The promotional posters were everywhere, with headlines that were as sensational as possible.

[Shocking! The God of Fire, Zhurong, is live-streaming himself 'Hand-Tear Golden Crow'! Is this Decadence of Morality or the Extinction of Divinity? Click to enter the Live Broadcast Room and find out!]

This title instantly ignited the entire Metaverse.

Countless players, including even the Ghost Messenger and immortals in the underworld who were slacking off, couldn't contain their curiosity and spent one Lin Shen Coin to flood into that brand-new "Live Broadcast Room".

In the image, Zhurong is shirtless, his bulging muscles gleaming with a bronze sheen, bathed in the All-Heavenly Divine Fire of Dutian, exuding a primal and wild Aesthetics of Violence.

Before him, a Three-legged Golden Crow made of data was roaring angrily, its aura incredibly powerful.

"Family members! Family members! Look carefully!"

Zhurong, learning the rhetoric taught by Tongtian, roared at the camera in the void with his booming voice.

"Today, I'm going to show you all a special skill: what real 'fire' looks like!"

"See this fire on my body? All-Heavenly Divine Fire! The wisp that emerged from the navel of the Great God Pangu! It's unique in the entire Primordial World!"

"Look at this hairy beast again. It's Solar True Fire, but to me, it's just a little brother!"

As Zhurong boasted, he actually reached out and picked up a small cluster of purplish-red flames from the flames on his body, showing it to the camera.

Just then, a huge golden shopping link popped up unexpectedly in the lower right corner of everyone's field of vision.

[Ding! The God of Fire, Zhurong, exclusively recommends the 'All-Heavenly Divine Fire Experience Card (One-Time Use)' to you! Feel the Pangu's Legacy and experience the Ultimate Burning! Limited-time special price: 998 Lin Shen Coin. Buy now?]

All the players watching the live stream were stunned.

Their actions in front of the screen were also remarkably consistent.

They slowly typed a question mark.

?

Good heavens!

This is hardly a fight.

This is fucking TV shopping! It's blatant Live Commerce!