noveltune Chapter 11: Live Stream of Skill Transmission - Jiang Yu, the Target!
Chapter 11: Live Stream of Skill Transmission - Jiang Yu, the Target!
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Yu woke up.
She lay in bed, eyes open, feeling the warm current gushing from the tiny sea of bitterness below her navel, flowing through her entire body and dispelling the last trace of sleepiness.
After waking up, Jiang Yu did not forget the most important thing!
Her brother's task for her was to promote cultivation on Earth, enabling more people to cultivate the "Heavenly Emperor Scripture" in return for her brother's lifespan.
The thought of her mother miraculously recovering and even becoming younger after eating the peach filled Jiang Yu with motivation.
Her brother gave their family a new lease on life, and she was determined to help him.
How to promote... in the most effective and fastest way?
It would take time for her to speak, or for her to go to Beidou Star to start a live broadcast.
My brother seems to value this feedback a lot, as it can increase his lifespan... Lifespan must be very important to my brother.
Is there any way to get a select group of people to try it out first?
She remembered that she was still a live streamer, with a ready-made platform and a large following.
Although yesterday's live stream caused a huge uproar and attracted countless questions, the number of people following her did indeed increase explosively.
The private messages and back-end messages are so numerous that I can't keep up. A quick glance reveals a plethora of questions like, "How were the special effects done?", "Can you share the script?", and "Does the streamer take on apprentices?"
Indeed, quite a few people are earnestly asking, "Is cultivation real?", "How does one escape the sea of suffering?", and "Can I see the cultivation method?"
Among these people, some may be genuinely curious, or even vaguely believe it.
A bold idea popped into my head.
She doesn't need to wait until she reaches the Big Dipper before starting her live stream; she can directly release the "Heavenly Emperor Scripture: The Sea of Wheels" chapter—at least the opening chapter's basic part about sensing and opening the sea of suffering—through a live stream.
My brother said that the Wheel Sea Chapter is a foundation-building method with relatively low requirements for aptitude. In the early stages, the degree of modification to the human body is controllable and it is not easy to directly cause major trouble.
Moreover, the spiritual energy on Earth is scarce. Without the aid of source stones, most people probably wouldn't even be able to sense the Wheel of Life, let alone open the Sea of Bitterness.
Very few will succeed, but even one success would be a great help to my brother.
More importantly, this is a kind of sowing, allowing the concept of spiritual practice to enter the public eye in the most direct way.
Of course, there are also risks.
They might be called a fraudster or someone who spreads superstition, and it might attract unnecessary attention or even trouble.
But she couldn't care less about that now.
For my brother, and for the urge in my heart to do something.
She got out of bed, quietly washed up, then returned to her room and closed the door.
She opened the live streaming software and chose to start broadcasting, but set "screen recording/screenshotting prohibited" (although this function is only good for honest people, not for malicious people). The title was very direct: "[Responding to doubts, announcing the basic cultivation method (Heavenly Emperor's Wheel Sea Chapter - Opening Chapter)]".
Within a minute of starting the broadcast, the number of viewers jumped to over a thousand and was increasing rapidly.
The comments section immediately started scrolling:
"Holy crap, the streamer's come back to life!"
"I thought you'd been invited for questioning!"
"What happened after the Taoist priest who blocked the carriage with his bare hands? Did he die?"
"What does the title mean? Are you really going to reveal the martial arts technique?"
"The Heavenly Emperor Scripture? The Chapter on the Sea of Wheels? Sounds so cringeworthy."
"Is the streamer up to create drama again?"
"Hurry up and announce it! I've got my snacks ready!"
"It's definitely made up. I'm waiting to see it proven wrong."
Jiang Yu's face was not shown; the camera was focused on the clean desk in her room.
Jiang Yu ignored the comments on the screen. She closed her eyes, recalling the opening chapter of the "Heavenly Emperor Scripture" (Sea of Wheels chapter) in her mind. Then she opened her eyes, faced the camera, and began to repeat it in a clear and calm tone:
"The 'Heavenly Emperor Scripture, Chapter on the Wheel of Life' states clearly at the outset that three inches below the navel is the location of the Wheel of Life, and also the root of suffering and oblivion. The beginning of cultivation lies in calming the mind and concentrating the spirit, using the method of inner vision to sense this origin of life..."
What she published was more like a condensed and localized advanced meditation guide with some metaphysical concepts.
The reactions from the comments section were polarized:
"That's it? It sounds similar to the meditation I used to learn in yoga class."
"Three inches below the navel? Isn't that the dantian? That's an outdated term."
"Host, your story isn't original enough. It's not as detailed as the settings in some novels."
"I tried following along, but I didn't feel anything. It's just another clickbait scam."
"Are you crazy, upstairs? You actually tried it?"
"Wait, I think... I feel a little warm in my stomach? Is it just my imagination?"
"I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded last night after staying up late. I followed the host's advice to relax and breathe for a while, and surprisingly, I felt a little more awake. It's amazing."
"Is it psychological suggestion? But it sounds quite soothing, I'll listen to it as relaxing music."
Jiang Yu watched the rapidly scrolling comments, already mentally prepared for the doubts and ridicule.
After saying that, before the chat exploded again, she reached out and turned off the live stream.
The room fell silent instantly.
Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit of sweat on her palms.
She knew that her actions were like throwing a pebble into a calm lake, and she couldn't predict where the ripples would spread.
But the seeds have already been sown. Now, all that's left is to wait and see if any of them can sprout even a little in the barren soil of this blue planet.
She turned off her phone, ignoring the inevitable explosion of private messages and comments in the background.
I walked to the window and looked at the sky gradually brightening outside, and the city beginning to awaken in the distance.
"Brother, that's all I can do for now," she said silently to herself. "The rest, we'll play for big stakes once you pick me up."
She sat back down on the edge of the bed, cross-legged, and holding a source stone in her hand, began her daily cultivation practice.
Most netizens mocked, made jokes, and questioned, believing that this was just another unoriginal publicity stunt by Jiang Yu before the hype surrounding her physically blocking cars died down, and even criticizing her for spreading superstitious ideas.
However, a small number of people, out of curiosity, boredom, or because they were genuinely shocked by yesterday's car-stopping video and were skeptical, privately tried the method Jiang Yu described.
The results were naturally varied.
More than 99.9% of people give up after sitting cross-legged for less than ten minutes because their legs go numb, or they feel nothing at all and simply call it a scam.
However, there are indeed a very small number of people who, after trying it, felt something was wrong.
A programmer who had been working overtime until the early hours of the morning tried the breathing and meditation method with a dizzy feeling. After more than ten minutes, he felt his heavy head was much lighter. Although he was still tired, the anxiety and drowsiness were much lessened.
He opened his eyes in surprise and muttered, "You've got something."
A white-collar worker suffering from chronic insomnia was feeling restless before bed. For some inexplicable reason, she remembered Jiang Yu's words and tried to relax her mind, feel her breath, and unconsciously focus her attention on her lower abdomen.
But most people, even if they do feel something, will only attribute it to psychological effects, a natural reaction after relaxation, or coincidence.
Criminal Investigation Division, Municipal Public Security Bureau, Office.
Pan Hui sat at her workstation, staring at the computer screen. Her eyes were already sore and tired, but she showed no intention of looking away.
The screen was playing a live replay—the one from yesterday afternoon when Jiang Yu was hit head-on by a speeding car outside an abandoned factory.
She has watched it at least twenty times.
Every frame, every angle, every detail.
In the footage, a silver-gray sedan sped out of the alley at a speed of at least 70 or 80 miles per hour and crashed straight into Jiang Yu, who was standing at the factory gate.
Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded—Jiang Yu didn't dodge; instead, she instinctively raised her arms to shield herself. Immediately afterward, the front of the car deformed, dented, and crumpled at a visible speed, as if it had crashed into a steel pillar.
Jiang Yu only took two steps back, his shoes leaving two furrows in the ground, but he was unharmed.
Pan Hui dragged the progress bar back and watched it again.
Slow motion. 0.5x speed, 0.25x speed.
She tried to find flaws—the steel cable? The prop car? Special effects placement? Editing errors?
There was nothing there.
Pan Hui then retrieved the preliminary report from the forensic team: the person in the driver's seat suffered a fractured cervical spine and intracranial hemorrhage, and died at the scene. The cause of death was the inertial impact caused by not wearing a seatbelt during the high-speed collision.
All the evidence points to the same conclusion—the car did indeed hit Jiang Yu, and the impact was strong enough to kill an adult male on the spot.
But Jiang Yu is fine.
Pan Hui leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples.
She had been a police officer for seven years and had seen many bizarre cases, but none had ever baffled her as much. A person, using their own flesh and blood to block a speeding car, without even breaking a sweat. This was unscientific, it violated the laws of physics, it was completely beyond her comprehension.
But the evidence is right there.
She then remembered something else—that female livestreamer named Jiang Yu, who had been doing debunking livestreams, specifically exposing the tricks of various qigong masters, martial arts experts, and immortality fraudsters. Could someone who specializes in debunking frauds be a fraudster herself?
Pan Hui hesitated for a moment, then searched for Jiang Yu's name online.
The results that popped up were far more numerous than she had imagined.
Jiang Yu's live streaming account has seen its number of followers increase several times compared to yesterday.
Some people even edited the live stream replay into short videos.
Pan Hui opened an edited version and watched it again.
Then she noticed a detail she had previously overlooked—there was a man next to Jiang Yu before the car crashed into them. The man was dressed in ancient costume, appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared just as suddenly.
Pan Hui's brows furrowed even more.
She took a screenshot of the footage, zoomed in, and tried to make out the man's face. The image was somewhat blurry, but she could tell it was a young man whose facial features bore a resemblance to Jiang Yu's.
Some viewers in the live chat said that was Jiang Yu's brother, who died in a plane crash three years ago.
Pan Hui wrote down this information, intending to verify it later.
She checked the time; it was almost time to leave work. But she felt this matter couldn't be left unresolved; it involved a life, and there were too many suspicious points. She picked up the phone on the table and dialed the captain's number.