Ji Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and entered Sage Mode once more. The Pandaren around him all knelt in worship, waiting for divine will to descend...
Taking advantage of this brief moment of quietly showing off, Ji Feng started chatting with his viewers.
"Haha... So, how was today's stream? I didn't let you all down, did I? Are you all feeling an inexplicable restlessness now?" Ji Feng and his viewers could only communicate by voice for five minutes every hour, so to avoid wasting those five minutes, he had started speaking in long sentences.
Today's stream had been like surging waves, one after another, growing larger and higher until they finally formed a massive wave a thousand zhang tall. The thrill had been enough to make one feel good from head to toe. How could Ji Feng not know whether his viewers were enjoying themselves? Asking that was simply showing off after getting what he wanted...
"Just average, third best in the world..."
"Awesome! Brother Feng, I'm giving this one a 99, all right? I'm not giving you the extra point because I'm afraid you'll get cocky..."
"I won't say anything else, Brother Feng. I already got off to you once, and now I've made the video into a torrent. The title is: Twenty People's Outdoor Interaction..., code: 0-789: Produced by Storm Live."
"As expected of an old driver. You smoothly stirred up the unspeakable desires buried deep in our hearts. Torrent, please."
"May good people live peaceful lives..."
"Is the person above male or female? If someone did something unspeakable to Brother Feng's Pandaren, would Brother Feng become a friend to married women or a friend to buff guys in the future? Typing with both hands to prove my innocence..."
"Brother Feng, after watching today's stream, my back doesn't ache anymore, my legs don't hurt anymore, and taking on five people in one go doesn't tire me out..."
"You filthy demon kings never learn anything good. He's still just a child!"
"Miss, I've been lurking and observing you for a month already. You're twenty-eight this year, an A-cup, and I won't mention your measurements. If you weren't a female game streamer, I'd expose everything."
"Please give me a stool. I'm getting ready to stand on it while watching Brother Feng's stream... Brother Long runs this town—ruthless and a man of few words."
"it was a wonderful experience..."
Rows upon rows of comments flooded in. Ji Feng simply could not keep up, and there were even fans speaking foreign languages that he could not understand for the time being.
Even though he could not understand them, he could guess that they were definitely compliments. Things were looking great.
"Ahahaha... Thank you all for the love. Do you want something unspeakable now?" Bragging was free. Ji Feng had just turned a serious stream on its head, and now his bragging stream had begun again.
The moment Ji Feng's tone relaxed, a terrifying wave of momentum erupted in the livestream chat. It was no mere explosion—it was downright horrifying.
"Damn it, I've never watched Brother Feng's stream before. Today's my first time, and the atmosphere in this room is insanely explosive! I'm so nervous. Can someone teach me how to pretend to be one of Brother Feng's brainless fans? Waiting online, urgent..."
"Streamer, there are already 400,000 people in the room. You've instantly become the top streamer in Storm Live's gaming section."
"Brother Feng, that wasn't enough! Please stream something unspeakable with the elf Saotome. I've already prepared a pack of Vinda Breeze tissues. I can get on board anytime..."
"Awesome! Please keep going, please tie someone up, Brother Feng, please go all night..."
"Sent one Greatsword. Brother Feng, my big blade is already hungry and thirsty..."
The comments refreshed too quickly for Ji Feng to read them all. There was no longer any need for everyone to answer whether they were enjoying themselves. Just looking at the screen flooding with comments was enough.
Most terrifying of all, now even a random sentence from Ji Feng could trigger a huge wave of comments. It was clear that his particular "Brother Feng flavor" had already sunk deep into people's hearts.
"Brothers and sisters, I'll definitely stream the elf girl arc, but now isn't the time."
"The sun will be setting soon. You won't be able to see much in a nighttime stream, after all. This livestream room doesn't have night vision yet..." Most viewers were spamming "Keep streaming," and Ji Feng gave them a simple answer after glancing through the comments.
Naturally, the viewers were dissatisfied with his answer. However, Ji Feng had another way to soothe their "wounded" hearts. At that moment, he threw out the trump card he had prepared long ago.
"Ahem... Everyone, there's no doubt that I've transmigrated into World of Warcraft."
"In the future, the Pandaren will overthrow the mogu's rule. Anyone who has played the game knows that. Now, what I want to ask is this: do you want to enter this world too? Enter this real, captivating world?" Before getting to the point, Ji Feng spoke in a somewhat stirring tone.
The moment those words came out, the livestream room exploded. Comments burst forth like a volcanic eruption.
"Brother Feng, say it if you've got something to say, get on if you've got someone to get on! Cut the crap! I make tens of millions every second..."
"Brother Feng, are you going to take us transmigrating? Back in third grade, I took a knife and slashed my way through eight streets. In fourth grade, I started collecting protection fees. By fifth grade, I had ten markets in urban-rural fringe areas under my command. Brother Feng, someone as talented as me would definitely be your right-hand man!"
"You think owning a mere ten markets is worth bragging about? Brother Feng, I'm the boss of Southeast Elementary School in Jing Mountain City. Just say the word. No exaggeration, no lies—I'll hand my vast empire over to you right now."
"Streamer, can I not become a Pandaren? I want to be an elf, preferably a famous figure from ancient times. I hear elves are all delicate beauties. I really want to do unspeakable things with them every day!"
"Brother Feng, please take me transmigrating. I want to bear Pandaren for you..."
"Please let me transmigrate into a mage. Preferably an Arcane mage, preferably a Pandaren mage living around the Jade Forest."
Ji Feng's words were simply too tempting. As World of Warcraft fans, who would not want to travel through Azeroth? At that moment, the viewers were all fired up by Ji Feng.
Viewers were viewers after all—too young, too simple. Even if Ji Feng could take them transmigrating, he would never do so, let alone when he could not.
"Ah! Brothers and sisters, you all want to visit Azeroth? Perhaps there'll be an opportunity in the future, but for now... I don't have that ability yet." Ji Feng frowned and could not help sighing.
"Brother Feng, stop keeping us in suspense. Hurry up and tell us."
"I hope this isn't a trap, Brother Feng. My unicorn arm is acting up, and I urgently need an elf beauty to detoxify it..."
"Stop talking nonsense and tell us already!"
You were just about to do something unspeakable when someone suddenly knocked on the door. At that point, you would probably feel like killing someone. Everyone was impatient beyond measure now.
"Ahem... I have a Live Streaming System now, and the system needs to level up. Our livestream room is currently Level 2, and I hope to reach Level 3 today." Ji Feng stopped rambling and explained everything in one breath.
"What I actually mean is that I'm going to sell some things. Of course, payment will be in point coins."
"If advertisers want promotion, or if you all want to leave your names in Azeroth's history, then you can start bidding now. Today, I'm selling the name of a 'sect.' That's right, this will be the first sect in monk history."
Before he even finished speaking, the livestream chat had already gone wild.
"Brother Feng, the most important thing for a streamer is improving the stream's quality. You need to strengthen our sense of identity and immersion. Don't play these little tricks—they'll make ordinary readers dissatisfied..."
"You're even running ads? If there are ads, I'm not watching."
"Damn it, if Durex wins the bid, will the first monk sect be called the Durex Sect? Or the Blue Little Pill Sect? Has the streamer gone crazy for money?"
"Baka."
"you stupid jerk."
The chat was full of backlash. An ordinary streamer would have given up at this point, but Ji Feng was no ordinary person. He let the comments flood the screen without saying a word.
Imperial Capital, Tengyun Headquarters Building.
"This streamer Ji is so young, yet he's unexpectedly sharp. This livestream room is one of a kind. Before long, it'll definitely attract tens of millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions of viewers. The benefits this advertisement could bring will be terrifying. Get it. We must get the name of this first sect." In the lavishly decorated CEO office at headquarters, a big boss wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a neatly parted hairstyle watched the stream. When Ji Feng mentioned advertisers, he tilted his head slightly and spoke in a low voice.
Behind him stood a young and beautiful female secretary.
"Tell the game PR department they have three minutes to enter the livestream room. The bidding is about to begin."
Kyoto, North**ard Games Online branch.
"this show..."
"you must call ding, told he buy this advert, just do it."
Neon Country, Tokyo.
"Watashi wa... Chinese streamer..."
"Nani?"
"Soka, ten million yen, buy..."
"Hai."
For a time, department directors from several Chinese gaming companies received calls from their big bosses. Even gaming companies in Neon Country had been alerted. If this first shot landed well, Ji Feng's upgrade points would come rolling in.
Advertisers' money was far easier to earn than viewers' money.
"The streamer is playing dead? What an idiot. He wants to run ads? Only idiots would bid..."
"I give this act of showing off a zero. Report him! Report him! A livestream room like this should be shut down."
"I reported it. Form up, everyone—let's report it."
"His IQ is heartbreaking. He's stupid beyond belief. Tell us, streamer! Subversion or pornography—which one are you choosing?"
"Damn, watch if you want, get lost if you don't. Brother Feng is just running one ad. Why do you have so much crap to say?"
"Brother Feng isn't making you buy anything. You bastards are paid trolls, right? The bigger the forest, the more kinds of birds there are. Brother Feng's diehard fans, push this up..."
There were people online called paid trolls, and there were people called haters. They could criticize everything online, but in real life, they would not even dare fight back if someone slapped them. The reason Ji Feng had not spoken was to fish—to hook these haters.
"The bidding is about to begin. Donate 100,000 point coins to participate in the bidding."
The five-minute conversation time ended. Ji Feng sent out a comment and slowly opened his eyes.
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