Spiritual energy has been exhausted for a thousand years, and the cultivation world has long since become nothing more than myth and legend in textbooks.
I'm the last person in my sect to guard its mountain gate, scraping by on a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan while livestreaming from a desolate mountain.
My livestream usually has only a handful of viewers, all laughing at my over-the-top acting: “Five-cent special effects, and a garbage script!”
Then one day, an archaeological team used cutting-edge equipment to recreate a holographic image of an ancient sect's ruins.
On the towering mountain gate stood a guard, munching on sunflower seeds while standing on a flying spirit sword...
Why did his background look exactly like the one in my livestream?!
The image zoomed in, revealing the guard's profile in crystal clarity.
The whole internet exploded: “Wait, those features... Isn't that the obscure special-effects streamer?!”
Chapter 1: The Mountain Gate Watchman Earning 3,000 a Month
The viewer count in the bottom-right corner stubbornly clung to a single digit: 7.
Lin Yan turned off the donation effects, making the few scattered “666” comments on screen look even more pitiful. They couldn't even be bothered to turn on an effect. He leaned back, and the vine chair beneath him, supposedly handcrafted by a former sect master and called “Tide Listener,” let out an ominous creak.
“So, when it comes to ‘drawing qi into the body,’ the key isn't ‘drawing’ it in, but ‘waiting.’” Lin Yan grabbed a handful of caramel sunflower seeds from a plastic bag on the little table beside him and crunched away. His voice came through the cheap microphone with a little static, sounding especially out of place in the vast, silent hall. “Heaven and earth's spiritual energy is just like a bus. The more impatient you are, the less likely it is to show up. Clear your mind, clear your mind, get it? Just think of it like waiting for the last bus. Whether it comes or not is up to it.”
