Chapter 9: A Hundred Years of Wind and Frost

The stream fell into several seconds of silence.

Then, Brother Wang and Yang Mao spoke in unison: “Huh??”

– Huh???

– What did you say?

Did I hear wrong?

– No way?

– Didn’t the doctor say Yingying won’t survive this winter?

– Ehh, streamer, don’t make bold claims.

I still trust the doctor’s diagnosis.

In the other stream, Qingsi Master gave a strange, mocking laugh and said, “Colleague, slapping your own face to look fatter is not a wise move.

I’m afraid even my own teacher couldn’t do something like this.

You shouldn’t give people false hope for the sake of traffic, only to disappoint them.”

– So annoying.

– Why is she saying things like this when a life is at stake?

– For traffic, she has no bottom line.

Reported.

– Feeding on tragedy.

Disgusting.

– What kind of person is she?

Can’t even compare to a single finger of Master Qingsi.

– Better to let Master Qingsi perform a ritual so Yingying can pass away peacefully and be reborn as Brother Wang’s child again.

Qianyang said dismissively, “Your teacher can’t do it, which means your teacher’s skills are lacking.

What does that have to do with whether I can do it?

You people down the mountain are not only useless, but also ignorant.”

Qianyang’s tone was calm, not condescending or preachy, as if she were stating a fact.

But to everyone else’s ears, it stung like needles.

Qingsi Master was so angry he laughed.

He said quietly, “May I ask which school you belong to, colleague?

Your tone is quite arrogant.”

“The Qian school,” Qianyang said casually.

“Forgive my ignorance, but among the great many occult schools, I have never heard of a ‘Qian school’.”

“Then you are indeed ignorant,” Qianyang said sincerely.

– The streamer has a sharp tongue.

– Master Qingsi must be furious, hahaha.

– Interesting, truly interesting.

– Don’t go off-topic!

Can the streamer really save Yingying?

At that moment, Brother Wang snapped back to reality.

He excitedly turned the camera to his own face, nearly incoherent.

“M-Master… you really, truly… are willing to save Yingying?!”

The word “willing” that Brother Wang used was very clever.

It not only showed that he had believed in Qianyang from the start, but also gave Qianyang room to back out.

Yang Mao glanced at his master and indeed saw the corners of her mouth lift slightly.

After all, she was just a young woman in her twenties.

Being subtly praised by Brother Wang visibly improved her mood.

Qianyang nodded.

“I can save her, but there are conditions.”

Overjoyed, Brother Wang said firmly, “Master, name your conditions.

As long as you can save my daughter, I, Wang, would go through fire and water without hesitation!”

“It’s not that serious,” Qianyang said slowly.

“In Taihang City, there is a mountain called Little Qian Mountain.

On its north side, there is a stone staircase of several thousand steps, built over a hundred years ago.

You need to prepare talisman paper inscribed with Yingying’s full name and birth details, and bring a piece of clothing from her early childhood.

Starting from the bottom of the staircase, every hundred steps, you will kneel and bow your head to the ground, until you reach a collapsed Daoist temple.

In front of the temple stands a century-old tree.

Burn the talisman paper and the clothing together.

Then perform three bows and nine kowtows.

If the old tree drops three leaves into the ashes, it means it has agreed to take Yingying as its adopted daughter.”

Brother Wang listened extremely carefully and immediately responded, “I understand, Master.

And if… the old tree does not agree…”

“State my name.

If it still refuses, when I return to the temple, I will pluck all its branches and leaves bare.”

That old tree had cultivated alongside Qianyang for several years.

It had profound skill and had received the Qian family’s protection.

If it wouldn’t agree to such a small favor, Qianyang would definitely go back and strip it of every branch and leaf.

Brother Wang’s expression grew solemn.

“I understand, Master.

Is that enough?”

Qianyang said, “Not enough.

The old tree can protect Yingying for a while.

When Yingying’s health improves, she must go up the mountain in person to kowtow in thanks, and personally build half a stone wall for the collapsed temple.

Moreover, for the rest of her life, she must turn to goodness.

Do good deeds, be a good person.

Otherwise, she will surely suffer backlash.”

Brother Wang was taken aback.

“Build half a stone wall?”

“Yes.”

– I think I’ve heard of this kind of thing.

– When I was young and frail, my mom also had me become the adopted child of a tree!

– Taihang City… there really is a Little Qian Mountain!

– Wow!

A century-old tree!

– Is what the streamer said true?

– That tree would do her a favor?

– Ehh, a Daoist temple on Little Qian Mountain?

A local like me has never heard of it.

Brother Wang ignored the stream comments.

He asked in a deep voice, “Master, after doing all this, will Yingying be completely safe?”

Qianyang nodded.

“Of course it’s not a hundred percent guaranteed.

She doesn’t have a real illness, just a weak constitution.

You still need to take good care of her health.”

“Thank you, Master!

Thank you, Master!

I will do it immediately!”

– Wait… is it really that magical?

– Huh??

Yingying won’t die?

– Is saving someone this simple?

– So if others imitate this, could it also…

Qianyang pressed her lips together.

“How could it be that simple?

Others couldn’t be saved.”

– Why??

– Tell us more.

– What’s the difference?

– Curious.

Qianyang said, “Because I like this little girl.

Also, I cannot cure illnesses.”

– Ah…

– Is the streamer this amazing?

– Isn’t it too early to say this?

– It’s not certain yet.

Maybe she’s just showing off.

“Meow…”

Just then, a cat’s meow came through the stream.

Brother Wang immediately turned the camera to the little black cat and said, “Master, it seems like it wants to say something to you.”

The little black cat had eaten something and regained some strength.

It lifted its head and tried to rub against Qianyang on the screen.

“Meow…”

Qianyang smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

– Sob sob, no matter what, the cat is definitely not acting.

– I hope the streamer can really save Yingying.

– I’ll say this now: if Yingying’s health recovers, I will definitely tip the streamer a Fruit Stand.

– AHHHH so amazing!

– Makes me want to go see Little Qian Mountain too.

– Anyone in Taihang City want to form a group?

Night hike up Little Qian Mountain?

Scout the way for Brother Wang?

– Great!

Add WeChat?

Seeing this, Qianyang advised, “I suggest you don’t go.

You won’t find the temple, and you won’t see the old tree.”

But no one in the stream paid attention to her words.

Two or three people had already made plans to night-hike Little Qian Mountain.

Brother Wang, eager to take the little black cat to the vet and also prepare what he needed for the mountain trip, tipped some gifts and hurriedly ended the call.

“Colleague, if you can make Yingying revive like withered trees blooming in spring, I, Qingsi, will willingly admit defeat.”

“Huh?

You’re still here?”

Qianyang said in surprise.

“Awaiting good news.”

With those words, Qingsi Master exited the stream.

Yang Mao also exited his stream.

“It’s about time for today.

See you tomorrow,” Qianyang said with a yawn.

Her sleep schedule had always been regular.

– No, I haven’t seen enough yet.

– The streamer’s followers are growing fast.

Already over seven hundred.

– I’m an old fan—one of the first ten to follow!

– So we can’t learn that Object-Locating Art.

Will there be other little tips later?

Qianyang answered, “Yes.”

– Good.

– So exciting!

Followed!

– I hope the streamer becomes hugely famous and makes Qingsi and his fans eat shit.

– Looking down on small platforms and small streamers—who asked them to come?

– So damn weird.

– What time will the streamer start tomorrow?

I’ll wait.

Qianyang thought for a moment.

“Nine in the morning.”

– OK!

– Don’t be late!

“Signing off.

Bye.”

Qianyang ended the stream in the backend and went to the earnings screen.

She found that her first day’s streaming income had already exceeded five thousand yuan!

“Master!

We’re going to get rich!”

Yang Mao said excitedly.

Five thousand yuan on the first day.

That would be a hundred and fifty thousand a month.

With future ads and merchandise sales, how much could they earn a month!

“I don’t have to go to interviews anymore!

Master, from now on, let me be your stream assistant!”

Yang Mao said enthusiastically.

Five thousand yuan a day.

He didn’t know how many giant grab-and-go pancakes that could buy.

The ancestor’s advice was indeed correct.

Streaming made money fast.

“Master, by doing what you said, can Yingying really be saved?”

Yang Mao asked curiously.

Qianyang said, “You don’t trust your master?”

“No, no.

I’m just curious.

Didn’t both the doctor and that Master Qingsi say there was no hope?”

“She’s just in poor health.

Her fate chart isn’t strong enough.

She has no major illness.

That century-old tree saving her life is more than enough.”

The only thing was, by accepting the old tree’s favor, Yingying could not do evil or be a bad person.

Otherwise, the retribution in the future would surely be multiplied.

Yang Mao continued to ask, “Then why, after Yingying’s health improves, does she need to go build half a wall for the temple?”

During the stream, Qianyang had deliberately ignored this question, which was enough to show it wasn’t convenient for outsiders to know.

Now that the Qian school’s chief disciple was asking, there was no need for Qianyang to continue hiding it.

“The Qian family’s ancestral home was originally built a hundred years ago by believers, brick by brick.

It withstood a hundred years of wind and frost.

Now, a hundred years later, the house collapsed—not only because of the flood.

More importantly, in this world, there are no longer any believers of the Qian family.

Perhaps… no one even remembers the Qian family.”

Qianyang lowered her gaze, her tone tinged with regret.

“So, only believers or those who have received kindness from the Qian family can rebuild the ancestral home?”

Yang Mao asked.

“That’s right,” Qianyang nodded.

“Master…” Yang Mao’s mood turned somber.

The Qian family’s ancestral home had collapsed.

His master had no home anymore.

He didn’t know when she would be able to gather enough believers to rebuild it.

His master, just a young woman in her early twenties, all alone…

As if reading his thoughts, Qianyang patted his shoulder reassuringly and said, “Apprentice, the heavy task of rebuilding the Qian family’s ancestral home and gathering believers falls on the two of us.”

Yang Mao mustered his determination.

“Master, don’t worry!

I will work hard!”

“…Then, Master, will I be as skilled as you someday?”

A hint of hope lurked in Yang Mao’s eyes.

“Hmm… unlikely.”

“Oh…” Yang Mao deflated.

Qianyang remembered something and asked hesitantly, “That Qingsi Master… is he very famous?”

Yang Mao scratched the back of his head.

“To be honest, Master, before I met you, I didn’t believe in this kind of supernatural stuff.”

“But he has hundreds of thousands of followers on Shark Live.

His stream viewership almost never drops below a hundred thousand.

For an Occult Zone streamer, that’s already very good.”

Qianyang nodded thoughtfully.

“That means, in other streaming categories, his numbers aren’t that impressive?”

Yang Mao said, “I wouldn’t say ‘not impressive,’ but Shark is a major platform with top streamers whose followers often exceed ten million.”

“I see.”

“Ding-dong—”

“Ding-dong—”

“Ding-dong—”

“What’s that sound?”

Qianyang asked suspiciously.

Yang Mao said, “Master, it seems someone has sent you private messages.”

Following his guidance, Qianyang went to her private message list.

Moderator 9958: Master Qianyang~ Congratulations on exceeding four-digit viewership on your first day!

Are you interested in becoming a signed streamer on our Qing Ning platform?

The benefits are very good.

GoToYourIsland: Hello, Master.

Congratulations on your great results.

Would you be interested in learning about the signing benefits of Shark Live?

SenSen’s Moon: Hello, streamer.

I am an agent from Xiaoyueliang Live platform.

Our platform offers very good benefits for new signees.

Would you be interested?

The private message list was densely packed with agents from other streaming platforms.

Yang Mao’s face flushed with excitement.

“Master!

Shark and Xiaoyueliang are both major platforms!”

“We’re going to get super rich!”

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