Chapter 1151 – Taking Down Xu Pei, the First Kill of the Lords (Part 21)
The princess of the live stream was shocked.
Some of the veteran fans in the chat couldn’t take it anymore, let alone the newcomers.
【Ping Qiu】: Baby is a newbie in the live stream, this is the first time she grabbed a spot. I’ve always heard people say Jiang Bapi has a presence of two meters eight, that even the King of Hell would be scared if she stared. I thought it was just hype, but seeing it now, of course, it’s not false. My Jiang Jiang was instantly reduced to dust QAQ. This presence is not just two meters eight; it’s clearly a world apart!
【Zhu Xiaoxiao】: Your Jiang Jiang? Oh, you mean that rising star who’s been imitating the host’s persona, going all out on the queen vibe?
【Duan Le】: Tsk, that little star who changed her name to ride on the host’s coattails? Let’s not even mention her. My host prefers to speak with facts; she wouldn’t resort to drinking, eating, or sleeping around to get where she is. The entertainment industry has its fair share of weirdos; there are always those who don’t learn their lesson.
Jiang Pengji’s live stream had existed for several years, often topping the media charts.
In the early days, many newcomers in the entertainment industry tried to imitate the characters from the live stream to gain popularity.
However, crafting a persona isn’t easy; one misstep and it can all come crashing down, especially with the original shining as a beacon.
Despite that, many still chose this shortcut to success.
As Jiang Pengji, the most followed leader of the live stream, her fanbase was naturally the largest.
However, her fans were fierce; too many influential figures were involved, leading many who tried to mimic Jiang Pengji’s persona to find themselves sunk.
Gradually, those rookie stars learned to tread carefully.
【Ye Wu Yan Ling】: What? Which annoying little star is trying to ride on the host’s coattails again? Can they even replicate the host’s presence?
【Xin Yue】: Hmph, I’ll just go and send her to her doom.
With these discussions, the audience’s tension finally eased.
Once the air cleared, the onlookers returned to their playful banter.
They had so many topics to cover, having held back their thoughts earlier—if the atmosphere hadn’t been so serious, they would have filled the chat with comments.
【Female Impersonator Harmful】: Brother Qin Gong, let me hug you for comfort. Even if you’re scarred, you’re still the cutest!
【Thorns Bloom】: Qin Gong’s injury is severe! If it had been slightly off, he could have been the next Xiahou Dun.
Because of Xie Ze’s arrow, Qin Gong was injured by a stray shot, leaving a palm-sized wound on his face.
The wound was rather deep and could easily scar.
However, Qin Gong didn’t mind. He was a man and a military general; scars were the best medals.
【Wukong Doudou】: Baby even asked for a safety talisman for little Rongrong! Haha, indeed, mischief spans a millennium; the host arrived just in time.
【Huan Xun Fang Cao De Gui Chi】: Sigh, can’t say it was timely. If it had been a couple of hours earlier, those three thousand casualties could have been avoided.
Speaking of the brutal situation in Guxu Valley weighed heavily on the audience’s hearts.
Jiang Pengji was a competent host, live streaming daily, with her influence and team practically built before the viewers’ eyes.
They had immersed themselves in Jiang Pengji’s role; these soldiers represented their “hard work.”
With so many lost, could they not feel heartbroken?
Yet, just as Jiang Pengji said, where in war does no one die?
They could only hope this chaotic era would end soon, so they could joyfully watch the show with Jiang Pengji again.
Initially, Jiang Pengji felt somewhat lighter, but upon seeing the comments, her mood instantly darkened again.
Yang Si called himself a “sinner,” unaware that Jiang Pengji felt guilty too, though she didn’t show it.
Emotionally troubled, she knew rationally that soldiers dying for a cause was honorable; their sacrifice brought her the outcome she desired most.
Perhaps, having come from ancient times, she was somewhat assimilated; had it been before, she wouldn’t have batted an eye.
Unfazed, she finished her meal, catching a few comments from the chat.
【Little Thief Wushuang】: Just a weak question—didn’t you guys find the host’s weapon a bit strange?
【Old Driver Alliance】: It is indeed strange! The knife resembles a Tang knife; the material is unidentifiable, but its hardness surpasses that of any steel we know. I just checked the replays from this morning’s stream, and I found something shocking—she effortlessly sliced through several copper shields! Let alone people; she can cleave through multiple bodies! Even our era can’t achieve such craftsmanship. Do you think she could in her time?
The audience, seeing Jiang Pengji as unstoppable, could only double tap 666, with no other actions.
The influential figures, however, had a different point of view than the common folk.
It was clear that the blade in Jiang Pengji’s hand was unusually powerful.
【Wu Yue Xue】: Could it be alien technology?
【Juzi Ruantang】: Perhaps it’s crafted by cultivators?
【Shui Mo Ning】: What if a super-powerful entity saw the host needing to switch knives every battle and felt sorry, sending her an alien tech weapon?
The spectators unleashed their imaginative, almost black hole-level brainstorming, with some even weaving their thoughts into a cohesive story.
【Sang Que】: Haha, perhaps the host has a terrifying backing, originating from the cultivation realm’s super powerhouse. Seeing her struggle, this entity felt pity and couldn’t help but craft her an overpowered weapon with alien technology?
With a blank expression, Jiang Pengji observed the audience’s wild imaginations.
She thought Wei Ci’s hypothesis that she was a man in a past life was already bizarre, but then she encountered the audience’s speculation.
She was still too young.
However, the origin of her divine blade was indeed a mystery, and she had no desire to explain—let them guess wildly, then.
“The list of the fallen soldiers needs to be compiled quickly, and compensation should be enhanced—” Jiang Pengji paused and added, “They died for me; I can’t let their remains be left behind in a foreign land. Tomorrow, their remains must be properly collected. This matter cannot be delayed.”
“Understood.”
Everyone replied affirmatively.
Jiang Pengji continued, “Jing Rong, you’ve worked hard these days.”
With an army of over ten thousand deep in enemy territory, Yang Si’s quick response had preserved most of their troops, which was a significant achievement.
More critically, they now had ample reason to mobilize against Xu Pei.
Xu Pei today harmed so many of her soldiers; she would repay him tenfold in the future!
Unbeknownst to her, Xu Pei was also on edge.
While Jiang Pengji was rallying her troops, Han Yu returned to Shanweng City with his forces.
Xu Pei thought Han Yu would come back in a day or two, but it dragged on unexpectedly, and the results were disappointing—he couldn’t eliminate the enemy completely.
Reality did not meet expectations, leaving Xu Pei in a rather sour mood, though he didn’t show it outwardly.
He not only refrained from blaming Han Yu or Xie Ze but instead held a grand feast in their honor.
Han Yu had much he wanted to say to Xu Pei, but with so many people around, he had to hold his tongue.
As the banquet reached its halfway point, Xu Pei stood to change clothes.
After changing, Xu Pei prepared to return to the banquet.
“Lord, I am the vice general under Captain Xie, and I have something important to report to you.”
Xu Pei furrowed his brows, recognizing the identity of the visitor; he waved his hand for the guards to step back and beckoned the vice general over.
“What’s so important that it can’t be discussed at the table? Why must it be in secret?”
The vice general replied, “This matter concerns Military Adviser Han; I do not dare to speak of it publicly for fear of offending him.”
