An Unsigned Superstar Streamer

The livestream's popularity was still soaring.

#Chen Hao the Heavenly Master of Our Time# had climbed to fifth on the trending list.

#Slaying Gu Diao in Kunlun# ranked eighth.

#Walking on Water# ranked tenth.

The three topics dominated nearly half the trending list.

New viewers kept pouring into the livestream, pushing the audience past one million!

Yang Wanqing's face flushed with excitement as she babbled to Yaoyao, reading the chat with her.

Cai Jingwen watched the scenery fly past outside, then glanced at Chen Hao in the driver's seat. "Chen Hao, you're really famous now," she said softly.

Chen Hao replied calmly, "What does being famous have to do with me?"

Cai Jingwen paused, then smiled.

Yes, what did being famous have to do with him?

He was still the same calm, unruffled Chen Hao, the same Chen Hao who slew demons with a single sword strike, the same Chen Hao who casually gave away a thousand-year-old cultivation technique.

To him, the clamor of the outside world was nothing but passing smoke.

She lowered her head, her affection for him deepening a little more.

The car continued along the grassland highway, the scenery outside as magnificent as ever.

In the livestream, comments still flooded the chat, and gifts kept pouring in.

Chen Hao simply held the steering wheel, gazing calmly at the road ahead.

As though none of it had anything to do with him.

The wolf cub rolled over in his lap, letting out a soft snore.

Sunlight spilled over the car, bathing it in a golden glow.

The SUV traveled along the highway across the vast grasslands. Outside lay an endless expanse of green, dotted with herds of cattle and sheep beneath low-hanging white clouds, a landscape as beautiful as an oil painting.

Chen Siyao secured the phone mount, keeping the camera trained steadily on her brother. At last, the livestream's viewers could get a good look at the profile of this modern-day Heavenly Master.

With bold brows, star-bright eyes, and a high nose bridge, his profile looked as though God had sculpted it to perfection. Even with his hands resting casually on the steering wheel, his calm, detached presence outshone every superstar in show business.

[Looks Really Can Feed You]: That face! The Heavenly Master would debut in show business and leave everyone else miles behind!

[Heavenly Master Husband Fans Assemble]: He's so handsome I'm dying! Strong AND gorgeous! Who could resist?!

[King of Meme Kings]: He should debut right now! Call the group: Heavenly Master Descends!

[Number One Slacker]: Other people rely on talent. The Heavenly Master relies on slaying demons! Nobody can compete in that lane!

Cai Jingwen leaned toward the camera and smiled as she interacted with the chat. "Don't just praise his looks, everyone. Today, we're crossing these grasslands on our way to the next attraction."

[Grassland Horse Herder]: Watch out for grassland wolves! Can the Heavenly Master show us his powers again?!

[The Hungry Spirit Never Dies]: Are you hungry, Heavenly Master? I'll send you a whole roast lamb!

[Genshin Failed to Launch]: Seconding the person above! I'll send fermented mare's milk!

Hearing the words "grassland wolves," Chen Hao lightly swept his Divine Sense outward, taking in every movement within ten miles.

Three wild wolves were indeed prowling through the distant grass, but the faint aura of pressure emanating from him had already left them trembling in terror. They did not dare come closer.

He said calmly, "It's fine. A few ordinary beasts wouldn't dare cause trouble."

That casually delivered sentence filled the livestream with an overwhelming sense of security.

[Off the Charts]: With the Heavenly Master here, we could go anywhere without fear!

[Everything Can Be Slain]: Ordinary beasts: I don't dare move! I really don't dare move!

[Cowardly Wolf Meme]: Someone caption those wolves: Spare me, boss! I'm just passing through!

Memes and popular jokes flooded the screen. The mood was relaxed and cheerful, with none of the earlier tension remaining.

Reading the chat, Yang Wanqing could not help laughing. "You're all way too good at this meme stuff!"

The car continued along the grassland highway, the emerald meadows outside gradually giving way to rolling hills. Yang Wanqing's livestream remained hugely popular, with comments racing across the screen and gifts arriving nonstop.

[Chancheng Ye Family] sent Carnival ×50! Message: Celestial Master Chen, the Ye family eagerly awaits your visit!

[Luocheng Wu Family] sent Carnival ×50! Message: The Wu family is willing to serve Heavenly Master Chen in any capacity!

[Wuling Mountain Qin Family] sent Carnival ×50! Message: Our ancestors appeared in a dream and said Heavenly Master Chen would be our benefactor!

The moment that message appeared, the livestream erupted in laughter:

[I Am Ying Zheng: Hahaha, the Qin family even dragged their ancestors into this?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: Ancestors appearing in dreams? Seriously? They're trying way too hard!]

[Clearheaded Realist: These families are so competitive they have to make up stories just to send gifts.]

[Here for the Drama: Qin family: We're not making it up! They really appeared in a dream!]

[Evening Breeze Meets the Woods: I'm dying. The Qin family's old patriarch is really going all out to win favor.]

Yang Wanqing laughed so hard her hands shook. "The Qin family really outdid themselves! They even brought in a dream from their ancestors!"

Chen Siyao saw the comments too and laughed. "Look, Brother. These families are even dragging their ancestors into this just to please you."

Chen Hao glanced at the rearview mirror and replied calmly, "Mm."

"Mm" again?

Cai Jingwen could not help laughing. This man truly would not flinch even if a mountain collapsed before him. Gifts worth millions and overtures from powerful families were no different from roadside stones in his eyes, stirring not the slightest ripple.

Meanwhile, at Doule's headquarters.

In an office on the thirty-eighth floor, Li Na stared at her computer screen, gripping her mouse so tightly that her knuckles had gone pale.

On the screen was Chen Siyao's livestream.

Concurrent viewers: 1.37 million.

Follower growth: 32 million new followers in the past 24 hours; total followers exceeded 70 million.

Total gifts: Donations exceeded 5 million in the past hour.

Trending topics: #Chen Hao the Heavenly Master of Our Time# ranked third, #Walking on Water# ranked fifth, #Slaying Gu Diao in Kunlun# ranked seventh.

She took a deep breath and opened the contract status in the backend.

Unsigned.

That single word made her eyes sting.

A superstar streamer with seventy million followers was still unsigned? What did that mean? It meant another platform could poach her at any moment! It meant Doule could lose a phenomenal, blockbuster IP for nothing!

"Director Li! Director Li! Come look!" A data analyst shot to his feet, his voice trembling. "Chen Siyao's concurrent viewers have passed eight million! Her followers just passed seventy million! And they're still increasing by ten thousand a second!"

"Daily gift revenue has topped two hundred million! She's taken all four top spots on the trending list! Fan-made videos across the internet have passed five billion views!"

"We're expanding capacity on every server! If we don't add more bandwidth, the traffic is going to crash everything!"

Li Na stared at the staggering figures on the screen, her breathing quickening slightly, barely suppressed excitement shining in her eyes.

Half a month earlier, when Chen Siyao's livestream had only just passed a hundred thousand viewers, she had taken a data analysis report to her direct superior—Zhang Lei, general manager of the livestreaming division—and proposed offering Chen Siyao Doule's highest-tier S+ contract, with the platform throwing its full support behind her.

Her reasoning had been simple: Chen Siyao's livestream was not ordinary influencer content. It was an unprecedented documentary-style account of cultivation, with built-in appeal beyond its niche. Her follower growth was the fastest the platform had ever seen, bar none.

But Zhou Jianming had thrown her report onto the desk and rejected it outright, his face full of disdain.

"Li Na, you've been a director for years. Have you lost your mind?" Zhou Jianming had said, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he leered at her, his voice dripping with contempt. "Influencers like this only get attention because they're a novelty. She won't stay popular for three days. Once people get bored, she's finished. An S+ contract? That's a complete waste of company resources!"

Li Na knew perfectly well that Zhou Jianming's real reason for rejecting the proposal had nothing to do with its staying power.

For the past two years, Zhou Jianming had relentlessly pursued her, trying to pressure her into becoming his mistress. But Li Na had nothing but contempt for such a sleazy, repulsive man and had never given him the slightest encouragement. Zhang Lei held a grudge and had been quietly undermining her ever since. No matter how good her proposals were, he rejected every one, hoping to force her to swallow her pride, admit she was wrong, and beg him.

At that thought, a cold smile curled Li Na's lips.

Now that the numbers had shattered every record, even Zhang Lei could no longer make excuses.

She abruptly stood, picked up her tablet, and headed out.

"Li Na, where are you going?" a sleazy voice called from beside her.