Chapter 1421 – Earthquake in the Live Stream (13)
“Believe it or not, the baby from Africa finally hit it big—live streaming through dimensions!”
The poster dropped a screenshot at the top of the thread, featuring a line of dazzling golden system text.
【Congratulations to audience member Ye Wu Yan Ling for winning the first slot in the ‘Dreaming Back a Thousand Years’ event!】
As soon as this post went up, it sank down the feed, but it was quickly resurrected by countless dried fish, soaring to the top of hot topics.
Floor 33: What the heck! Found a shameless Empress of the Mountain Spirit, and the post content is incredibly uncomfortable!
Floor 108: Never expected a bunch of ancient big shots to flop, letting a forum newbie snag the top spot!
This forum is called the Empress Live Stream Forum—just from the name, you know it’s a space for live stream discussions, where members are super active.
The ancient big shot known as Stowaway Non-Money is actually the forum founder and a columnist for a related magazine.
The regulars on this forum are all seasoned members, most of them rocking yellow shorts.
Meanwhile, the newbie, the little green skin, is fresh on the scene—who wouldn’t be jealous?
They were loyal fans of the host; why should such fortune not fall to them but instead choose a rookie?
Floor 999: OP, open the door and send me the delivery—I’m going to livestream and chop you down! AAAAAHHHH—
Floor 1008: Waaah! I thought the OP was just editing the image; I can’t believe it’s real! One in five million odds—why not go buy a lottery ticket instead of camping in the live stream for a slot? My heart is in pain from jealousy!
Floor 2035: Sharpening my knives in secret—once I’m done, I’m chopping you up!
Floor 4088: Waiting to watch OP’s dimension hopping crash and burn!
Floor 5555: At least our red faction got first blood; what if the other dimension snagged the slot? Ugh! OP, tell the baby that I’m ready, washed up, and waiting on the bed—why hasn’t she come yet? It’s already the 520!
Most were consumed by envy, with a few treating the OP like a lucky koi fish, wishing they could absorb that good luck daily.
OP: Sweating—everyone’s so enthusiastic! The baby will cherish this opportunity and let you know how the host’s little hand feels when she returns!
Having stirred up some hate, OP quickly logged off.
Not long after, five million dried fish discovered a small screen in Jiang Pengji‘s live stream. They clicked and found an unfamiliar stream. This stream was linked to Jiang Pengji, allowing for simultaneous viewing, and Jiang Pengji clicked in too.
“Oh my gosh—this is real—I’ve actually crossed over!!!”
On screen, a delicate, classical-looking woman stared wide-eyed in shock, raising her hands to examine herself repeatedly.
Dressed modestly and elegantly, she made movements that wildly contrasted her appearance and temperament.
She lightly pinched her cheek and yelped, releasing it in pain.
“I was just lying in bed asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I ended up here—shaking in fear—Host, where are you?”
The woman looked almost in tears at the live stream screen, unable to suppress her pleading voice.
Although she only had twelve hours of experience time, her sudden appearance in a strange environment left her both surprised and scared.
A group of dried fish fell silent.
Jiang Pengji cleared her throat and sent her a barrage message.
【Host V】: Don’t panic! First, look around and see if there’s anything to prove your identity.
“Oh oh oh—understood!”
The woman, not quite used to her attire, almost tripped on her skirt, but thankfully she was alone, so no one saw her embarrassment.
She quickly leaned towards the dressing table’s bronze mirror, straining to see her face as she looked left and right, murmuring, “Definitely soul-crossing!”
On the desk lay some bamboo slips, and she strained her eyes to read, barely making out the words.
“Zong, Zong… Guang? That’s a pretty masculine name; could this body be named Zong Guang?”
Flipping through other slips, some read “Mountain Dwelling Recluse,” some “Zong Guang,” and others “Dou Xian Ren”…
So—
“What is this body actually called?”
Just as she wondered, the door to her quarters was gently pulled open, and a maidservant gently bowed, “Lady, we have esteemed guests at home.”
With her back to the maidservant, the woman’s face instantly froze, unable to be seen.
【Petrified, Crazy Screaming JPG】
Can someone tell her how to respond?! AAAAAHHHH—
Help!!!
The dried fish were laughing their heads off at her reaction; it was too hilarious!
Perhaps Heaven heard the woman’s desperate cry, as a message popped up at the bottom of the live stream.
【Friendly System Reminder: You should inform the master that this lady will be there shortly.】
The woman forced herself to stay calm, her voice stiff as she mimicked the system’s prompt in reply to the maidservant.
The maidservant was surprised but didn’t think too much of it—after all, the lady had been ill with a cold and had just started feeling better after weeks, so a stiff tone was normal.
Once the maidservant left, the woman sighed in relief, collapsing to the ground like a dried fish—
Muttering at the live stream screen, “SOS!!!”
From the current situation, this body clearly wasn’t from a commoner’s household; how should she act to avoid revealing her identity?
“Speaking of which—what if the baby can’t survive twelve hours and gets labeled a monster?”
The dried fish chuckled at that.
Twelve hours?
Ambitious, aren’t we?
The woman looked defeated, took a deep breath, and recalled the scenes from Jiang Pengji‘s stream, silently cheering herself on.
“Don’t be afraid! You have five million solid fans and the host backing you!”
As it turned out, her worries were unfounded.
She was just here to experience it, not truly trapped in the dimension, and the system would certainly pave the way for her.
This household was surnamed “Dou,” located in the Yangshan area of Shangyang County.
The woman blinked, being a fan of the live stream herself; she was aware of the latest happenings in the broadcasts.
“The Dou family in Yangshan County…”
“Is this family the talented farmers the host is looking for?”
She muttered to herself while following the system’s suggestions to direct the servants to prepare for the guests.
The maidservants had no suspicions and felt the lady seemed unusually approachable that day.
The only odd thing was—
It looked like she had an eye ailment, as she kept staring at a certain point, appearing rather strange.
Today, the esteemed guest was none other than Feng Ren, the previous head of the Feng clan and a notable scholar.
Others might not know why Feng Ren had come, but the woman knew he was here to recruit Dou Xi on Jiang Pengji’s behalf.
Recalling this, she suddenly remembered—
“Zong Guang is Dou Xi’s courtesy name? So this body is likely Dou Xi’s wife?”
She thought, following the system’s prompts, turning left and right until she reached the main hall, where she indeed heard Feng Ren’s voice.
【System: Please be advised, experiencers should avoid excessive actions that may disrupt the original character’s persona to prevent causing distress.】
The woman nodded vigorously before realizing and stopping her movements.
To others, her action seemed like a strange fit of madness.
“Sigh, I really don’t know how the host manages to ignore the live stream day after day without being affected by the comments—”
The barrage was filled with jokes and laughter; her cheeks were starting to hurt from holding it in.
As she fretted, she noticed the two people in the hall staring at her.
Woman: “…”
Oh my gosh!
Begging for a rescue!
