The Livestream Must Go On

Zhang Xuezhou possesses the ability to travel with his spirit, while Ren Yisheng once left his body for over a year.

If Huang Daoxian's true form is a giant flower, and his soul has left his body, Zhang Xuezhou doesn't think he would find it strange.

His judgment was not unfounded. Zhang Xuezhou had come somewhat prepared. The fact that the plant could still take him and Wang Haoran down even after being cut down without moving or Zhang Xuezhou showed that it was extremely powerful, probably stronger than the purple sword orchid in the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum.

Zhang Xuezhou had only taken advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack. If Zhang Xuezhou were to engage in a direct confrontation, Zhang Xuezhou felt he would be finished.

He strikes when his opponent is weakened, leaving no room for error once he has made his judgment.

The Law Power caused the Infinite Blade to spin rapidly under control, its sharp blade constantly slicing back and forth across the thick, leathery petals.

The massive, human-sized flower was continuously cut into pieces and fell, revealing the stamens surrounding the petals.

The flower's stamens were like diamonds inlaid with crystals; when the sunlight shone on them, Zhang Xuezhou felt his vision blur and become disoriented.

If Zhang Xuezhou's previous assessment of the giant flower's true form was merely speculation, his current guess is now seven-tenths accurate.

"It's a male flower!"

He was quite far away at the time, and once he quickly closed his eyes, the visual impact faded rapidly.

The Infinite Blade slashed wildly, wreaking havoc and causing chaos.

Zhang Xuezhou only stopped channeling his Law Power when the blade of the Infinite Blade jammed.

"What an outrageous corpse flower! I mistook Committee Member Wang for Zhu Shengnan!"

When Zhang Xuezhou stopped, he heard Zuo Teng mutter something.

"Huang Daoxian!"

Wang Haoran also looked horrified.

Having witnessed the ferocious insects of the Thousand Islands Alliance, he now understood what kind of supernatural being he was facing.

Unlike the Thousand Islands Alliance, they were no match for the ferocious insects, which caused the insects to molt and ultimately resulted in widespread destruction.

In this canyon, before the giant, immobile flower could even leave the canyon, it was cut to pieces by Zhang Xuezhou.

Even though the plant was incredibly resilient, Wang Haoran felt that the other party was either dead or seriously injured.

"It must be burned completely. I'll requisition aircraft to transport fuel," Wang Haoran said.

"Can!"

Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to collect the remains of the corpse to see if there were any plant parts worth using in medicine. He didn't object to Wang Haoran's suggestion, since there's no risk if you're not greedy.

He wiped the light sweat from his forehead and patted Song Fengying on the shoulder.

"Luckily I listened to you and didn't bring the group in," Song Fengying said, regaining her composure.

Song Fengying hadn't experienced Zuo Teng being under a spell, but she had still caught a whiff of a foul odor, which lingered even after Zhang Xuezhou stopped.

"After we find a place tonight to do a mock live stream, you can ask Uncle Wang to switch careers and become the host of the challenge. That way, you can travel all year round," Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "This kind of live stream is safe and eye-catching, much better than wilderness horror exploration!"

"As long as it can be arranged, I will definitely follow the policy!"

In the past, competitions involving sequencers and Sequence Holder did not require broadcasting, or were popular in underground gambling venues, or used surveillance to determine the winner.

When the resolutions of this term's Sequence Committee changed, external broadcasts also became a weapon to divide local forces.

Normally, Song Fengying wouldn't be a host for a competition; the TV station could field a whole host of professional hosts, but they still needed Song Fengying's live broadcast to break the shackles of information transmission.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that for a long time to come, the only way for the sequence committee to push this matter forward was to ask Song Fengying.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou had connections within the Sequence Committee, he would still have to turn to Song Fengying if he didn't have any connections at all.

Song Fengying was still a little worried, but Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and felt there was no problem at all.

"No one else could do this; they couldn't handle the volume of information transmission," Zhang Xuezhou said. "At least not before the first ten games. As for after those ten games..."

"If we broadcast ten episodes, very few people who want to watch the information will choose other channels; they'll only come to Auntie's live stream!"

Zuo Teng spoke in a muffled voice.

Having temporarily resolved the issue, Zuo Teng also learned about Flying Entertainment Livestream's next steps.

Normally, Zuo Household's new Flying Entertainment Livestream, could also try to grab these resources, but without Zuo Jin, and with Zuo Quan no longer caring about the development of the Lineage's businesses, Flying Entertainment Livestream has no chance of taking advantage of the policy.

Zuo Teng was busy trying to find the reason for Zuo Quan's change in temperament, so he obviously had no chance to do these things.

"Zhang Xuezhou, you said that a hundred years ago, flames swept across the sky above Pan'an. Don't tell me that the meteor that fell brought this thing. Is that all settled?"

Zuo Teng quickly thought things through, setting aside matters concerning the Zuo Household's businesses, and also quickly inquired about the relevant details involving Zhang Xuezhou.

He followed Zhang Xuezhou in pursuit of clues, but Zuo Teng felt that as he ran, more and more questions arose in his mind, and he found it difficult to figure out the connections.

"Didn't you say that Huang Daoxian was an old man wearing a yellow robe? We haven't seen the old man here," Zuo Teng pressed.

"I can't conjure up an old man in a yellow robe for you!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand to indicate his incompetence.

He did not find the Zodiac Flower described in the information, and he was only 70% certain that the giant flower in the canyon was the Zodiac Flower itself.

As for explaining the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon demons to Zuo Teng and the others, which was a bit difficult, Zhang Xuezhou didn't waste his time and let Zuo Teng guess.

Without having actually dealt with the matter, it would be difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to explain, and would only raise more questions.

"You don't think that just because this rare poisonous flower is yellow, it's related to the legendary Yellow Immortal recorded in ancient texts, do you?" Zuo Teng asked suspiciously. "Although the toxicity of this genetically modified crop is indeed a bit outrageous, what if it was created by people from Luo'an Province? Wouldn't that mean we're investigating in the wrong direction?"

"Teng, I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Let's investigate the Zhao family thoroughly when we get back to Changqing City," Zhang Xuezhou nodded. "Right now, we need to wait for the aircraft to spray fuel and burn the poisonous flower away before we can look for any possible clues!"

I was just talking nonsense!

Zuo Teng replied sullenly.

He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the numerous fragments of withered flowers in the distance.

Zuo Teng was very interested in the gene fragments of this special plant, but Zhang Xuezhou didn't pick them up, nor did he dare to touch them.

The group stood at the highest point of the cliff and waited for several tens of minutes for the smell to dissipate before each person used their abilities to quickly retreat.

"The fuel the aircraft is carrying will arrive in two hours. We should stay away, preferably upwind, to avoid smelling any poisonous fumes when it burns," Wang Haoran warned.

"I just found a depression on that hilltop. It's high up and sheltered from the wind, so it should be safe from the poisonous gas!"

Song Fengying pointed to the forest on one side of the canyon, which made Wang Haoran nod.

"As long as we set up the communication signal amplifier, there will still be some signal over there. Let's wait a while and then go over there to start a live broadcast!"

Song Fengying, however, did not forget her primary job.

Despite the various risks she had faced, she was the kind of person who could calmly take photos even after falling off a cliff and being rescued. The events that everyone had just experienced did not particularly affect Song Fengying.

If she doesn't fall ill, Song Fengying feels that the live broadcasts shouldn't stop.