Chapter 83 – My Young Master is Pure and Unpretentious (Part 5)
More than ten people couldn’t even touch the corner of Jiang Pengji’s clothing, let alone cause any trouble for her.
They had absolutely no combat discipline, no sense of cooperation, and no tactics to speak of—just charging forward like headless flies. Instead of showcasing a combined strength greater than the sum of their parts, they held each other back, making it a breeze for Jiang Pengji to clean up.
Thuds echoed as more were tossed to the ground, landing heavily.
Xu Ke opened his eyes slightly and saw Jiang Pengji, dressed simply in modest brown, leisurely weaving through the crowd. Her movements were deceptively simple, yet they carried the grace of a grandmaster.
“I’ve never seen anyone weaker than you lot—and you call yourselves here to hunt bandits? You might as well buy some embroidery hoops and stay at home, learning to master needlework! With this level of ability, trying to hunt bandits would just get you all sliced up before you could even blink!”
Jiang Pengji’s control over her strength was precise; she didn’t inflict any lasting injury on these fools.
However, for the moment, they certainly wouldn’t be getting back up to fight her again.
Her sharp tongue found every tender spot.
The men were left red-faced, as if their very existence was a waste of food; they should just be ashamed and end it all, lest they pollute the land!
“…Look at you all, weak as noodles, legs so wobbly you can barely stand. A little stumble, and you’re howling on the ground for ages. Did you not eat enough during the day, or did you overexert yourselves with women at night, or maybe you’ve just been spending too much time tossing and turning in your beds?” Jiang Pengji mocked, completely disregarding the limits of decorum, slipping into crude and vulgar humor without a second thought.
Xu Ke, a young chicken of a boy, turned red as he looked at Jiang Pengji like she was some kind of monster.
Such crude words coming from someone raised in a prestigious household?
Jiang Pengji was unfazed by Xu Ke’s astonishment, never doubting she’d said anything wrong. If those standards were deemed crude or vulgar, what did that make her winning performances after drinking and telling risqué tales?
She had tried to use elegant words!
The system, which had been so cheerful a moment ago, now appeared like a slumped couch potato, barely able to keep up with life.
With a host like this, it had become a dried fish.
Onlookers were left speechless, but a group of them had evidently been energized, practically bouncing off the walls.
The notifications were flying faster than pages flipping in a book.
Audience member [Domineering CEO] gifted 1314 kidney apples.
Audience member [Come at Me, If You Dare] gifted 11 groups of 520 blue-and-white side notes; audience member [Foolish, Lagging, and Clumsy] gifted 99 blue roses.
…
The most eye-catching was a magnificent firework bursting on the virtual screen, dazzling effects nearly taking over the whole display.
Audience member [So Broke I’m Left with Money] gifted a luxurious private yacht!
Audience member [So Broke I’m Left with Money] gifted a luxurious private yacht!
Audience member [So Broke I’m Left with Money] gifted a luxurious private yacht!
Identical announcements flashed out a full nine times, silence gripping the livestream for a second before chaos erupted.
[Stowaway Non-Money]: Gripping a big grass, so indeed a tycoon, really broke and only left with money—9 luxury private yachts!
[Cafeteria Aunt]: Tycoon, seeking a thigh to hug, just point and I’ll follow!
[Penguin Girl]: Although our livestream room is small,… there are still plenty of fools with money _(:з)∠)_
A luxurious private yacht equated to 1000 points of popularity value, requiring 1000 livestream coins, amounting to one thousand soft sister coins in their realm’s currency. That tycoon nonchalantly tossed in nine yachts, meaning they casually dropped nine thousand!
For other popular livestreams, this wouldn’t mean much, but for this emerging channel, it was quite the generous display.
Jiang Pengji was momentarily stunned, observing her popularity points swell in her account, secretly raising an eyebrow while maintaining her stoic demeanor.
[So Broke I’m Left with Money]: The host is amazing, just wanted to reward her.
Look at that tycoon, so casual! Yet Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but coldly chuckle inwardly, brushing it aside.
Why? Because just when the explosion of the fireworks filled the screen, the system’s backend issued a livestream task.
[A Dance of Splendor, the Beauty’s Voice Resonates. Today, audience member ‘So Broke I’m Left with Money’ requests the host to dance a graceful number, lasting no less than ten minutes. Task reward: 9 luxurious private helicopters. A: Accept, B: Consider Declining]
Luxurious private helicopters were equivalent to luxury yachts, both representing virtual currency for their livestream.
In other words, if Jiang Pengji were to accept the task, dance for ten minutes in front of the audience, and satisfy that rich viewer, she could also earn another nine thousand appraisal rewards from the high-paying viewer, taking home half after the system’s share.
She hadn’t even started considering half-interactive or full-interactive livestream modes, but a tycoon had already done their research on the rules and published high-paying livestream tasks, unique to specified modes.
Before the system could scream with joy to the highest point, Jiang Pengji resolutely chose to decline, instantly refunding the tycoon’s task reward back into the system, silencing it like a duck with its neck pinched—hilariously pathetic.
The system wailed repeatedly, “Host, that was a whole nine thousand points of popularity! Just a little dance—”
Jiang Pengji cut him off sharply, “Shut up!”
At the same time, she sent out a notification in the comments.
[Host V]: Thank you, dear audience, for your affection and enthusiasm. However, this livestream room refuses any specified livestream mode content and does not accept obligatory livestream tasks. This is a matter of principle, unrelated to anything else.
Taking this opportunity, Jiang Pengji briefly explained the voting rules for half-interactive and full-interactive livestream modes.
While free livestreaming without a specific theme was amusing, it also lacked anticipation and could grow stale over time.
Moreover, she couldn’t guarantee something interesting would crop up every time during free streams; sometimes, she felt just as bored as her viewers sitting in front of the screen.
The novelty of the livestream room could pique curiosity, but it wouldn’t sustain their enthusiasm forever.
Despite Jiang Pengji’s expression remaining unchanged, Xu Ke, beside her, keenly sensed that his young master, previously in good spirits, now seemed enveloped in a mist of displeasure, appearing incredibly unhappy.
Was it possible… that the young master felt a deep disappointment towards these fallen foes?
Xu Ke pondered, but before he could clarify his thoughts, Jiang Pengji had stepped forward to take the sandalwood fan he had been holding.
“You handle this crowd. Discuss it at the residence this evening; formal training starts tomorrow.”
“If they can’t shape up after that, we might as well not waste food on them.”
Jiang Pengji wore a stern and ice-cold expression, as if suppressing some intense emotion, making those around her instinctively lower their heads and dare not speak.
Xu Ke realized that the young master was truly angry.
