Is this what a normal Martial Artist is supposed to look like?
This was already comparable to the Immortal Gods.
If soone had a backer like this, who would dare to provoke them?
Never mind the Patrol Office; even the army might not be able to keep them in check.
The situation began to blow up.
Many bloggers started using special effects to create skits online, pretending to be real Grandmasters.
Many influencers also claid to be disciples of the person in the video, descending from the mountains in their master’s na to slay demons and vanquish evil.
So even used clickbait titles like: "My Ancestor Was Revived, and Now I Live a Life Above Others."
"I Woke Up and Was Sixty ters Tall!"
"After Becoming a Grandmaster, I Have Countless Girls!"
"Don’t ask, just type 666 in the chat, and I’ll give everyone the Celestial and Earthly Secret Manual for free."
Livestreams and videos like these popped up one after another.
Those who knew better naturally scoffed, but society was still full of ordinary Martial Artists.
They flooded into the livestreams one by one, crying out, "Have rcy, great Immortal, and grant a supre Skillful thod."
They indulged in daydreams of achieving immortality and fulfilling their grand ambitions.
The entire online world was overrun with charlatans and frauds, making it hard to tell what was real.
The Court let it run rampant, seemingly using it to lower the public’s threshold for acceptance, so that when such a powerful figure actually appeared in the future, it wouldn’t cause a social panic.
Over a thousand li northeast of Iron Anvil Mountain.
Inside a private residence.
A young man was live-streaming in his room. Beside him on the bed, an old man with completely white hair and a beard sat cross-legged.
A wisp of green smoke curled up from behind the old man’s head, as if he were in the Cultivation of so miraculous Cultivation Technique.
"Folks in the stream, what my master is cultivating is the legendary Dharma Heaven and Earth Divine Skill. But he was injured a few days ago, and I was the one who saved him..."
The young man was a fast talker, speaking fluently and without a single pause.
Although there were barely a hundred people in the stream, he spoke with the passion of soone performing at a concert for ten thousand.
Just then, the old man behind him suddenly started to fidget, looking like he was about to start squirming.
Seeing this, the young man hurriedly said:
"Alright, my master is about to finish his practice, so I have to end the stream. Anyone interested can contact privately. If my master takes to roam the world with him, I won’t be able to stream for you all anymore."
After speaking, the young man shut off the stream with a CLICK.
Then he turned around and snapped at the old man, "What are you fidgeting for? You almost ruined my stream."
"Itchy!"
The old man spat out a single word and pointed behind him.
The young man jumped onto the bed, looked behind the old man, and his face twitched. He quickly removed the incense stick that had been placed on the old man’s back.
As soon as the incense was removed, the old man clapped his hands and said with a giggle, "Not itchy anymore, not itchy anymore!"
"Don’t you feel pain? Itchy! You really are an idiot!"
The young man shot him an annoyed glare, then got off the bed to find him so soy sauce.
Apparently, soy sauce could soothe burns.
A few minutes later, the young man ca over holding a bowl of soy sauce and a cotton swab. He lifted the tattered cloth of the man’s shirt, took a look, and said, stunned, "The clothes are burned through, but you’re completely fine? You’re really tough-skinned!"
The young man looked at the soy sauce in his hand and offered it to the old man. "Here, drink it. Don’t let it go to waste!"
Without a word, the old man took the porcelain bowl and, GULP GULP, poured the soy sauce down his throat.
The young man curled his lip, clicking his tongue in amazent.
’He really will eat anything, and nothing seems to bother him. Aside from being an idiot, his body is in great shape.’
If he didn’t genuinely know no Martial Arts, he would have thought this old man was so kind of reclusive expert.
"Song Ziwen, what the hell are you doing? Streaming again? Looking like your sorry ass, how many people could possibly be watching?"
Just then, a string of curses ca from the doorway, and a fat man pushed the door open and entered.
"You damn bear, you sure can run your mouth. I’m definitely going to be an influencer! Not just an influencer, I’m going to be a Grandmaster in the future!"
The young man called Song Ziwen glanced at the fatty and said defiantly.
"Yo, where’d this old guy co from? With that white beard, is he your grandpa?"
"He’s *your* grandpa!"
"Fuck, he can’t be your dad, can he!"
"Get the fuck outta here! I found him. I dyed his hair, hehe."
"What’d you get an old man for?"
"Streaming, of course. Guess how many people I have online right now?"
"How many?"
"Over a hundred!"
"Damn, you’re aweso!"
The fatty was instantly thrilled. Over a hundred concurrent viewers was quite a lot.
A lot of gorgeous girls who strike provocative poses don’t even get that many people in their streams.
"Let see!"
The fatty was imdiately interested.
Song Ziwen smugly pulled up the recording of the livestream for him.
The fatty watched with extre focus. After a while, he suddenly turned his head to look at the old man and said, "Don’t you think he looks a lot like the figure in that video?"
"What video?"
"The one with that powerhouse from the Dharma Heaven and Earth video!"
As he spoke, the fatty searched for and pulled up the video that was circulating online.
Then he zood in on the image to compare it with the old man’s facial features.
The two of them stared at the picture for a long ti, then stared at the old man for a long ti.
In an instant, their eyes lit up like torches.
"Dye his hair and beard black!"
"Damn it, they were originally black!"
"Fuck, you big idiot, couldn’t you have looked before you dyed it!"
Cursing and swearing, the two began their grand makeover project.
The hair and beard had to be dyed black, and the clothes had to be changed into a Daoist Robe.
He had to be holding a Horsetail Whisk, and his expression should ideally be a bit fierce, like a Demon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
"Open your mouth wider, show your teeth! Yes, snarl like a dog! Yes, yes, again!"
After a flurry of activity, the two finally managed to make the old man look a bit like a Demon.
"We’re using my account for the stream. I’m the one who found him."
"What damn good was you finding him? Without , would you have realized he looks so much like that big shot? Besides, you already used your account. We need to create a new persona!"
The two argued for a while before quickly registering a new online account.
Then they aid the cara at the old man, had him stand on the bed, and strike the sa ferocious pose from the video, looking down on the viewer.
Just a few simple movents, no talking, no audio.
After a short while, a few casual viewers wandered in.
"Holy shit, is this for real? The resemblance is insane!"
Cangwu Zi’s video had been circulating for so long, so widely, and with such great impact, that the world had long since morized his "imposing" appearance.
There was a reason he was so huge!
Soon, more and more people gathered, and in a short while, there were a thousand people online at the sa ti.
What’s more, quite a few people started sending gifts.
Although none of them were major gifts, they were still enough to make the young man and the fatty extrely excited.
"We did it!"
The two high-fived in celebration.
"Can he talk? Have him say sothing badass, like ’Gao Yingxiang, I never thought there was soone in this world who could defeat !’ Say it three tis, and I’ll send a Carnival!"
Just then, a viewer in the stream made a small request.
Song Ziwen looked at the fatty. "Should we do it?"
"Do it! What’s there to hesitate about!"
The two imdiately said, "Send the gift first."
This person nad Gao Yingxiang was clearly not short on cash and sent the gift right away.
The two were overjoyed. They quickly pulled the old man off-cara and taught him what to say.
Although the old man was simple-minded, his ability to mimic was quite strong. After a bit of coaching, he was able to foolishly parrot the requested line.
The two imdiately pulled the old man back in front of the cara and had him start his performance.
"Gao Yingxiang, I never thought there was soone in this world who could defeat !"
As this slightly dopey-sounding line was spoken, the entire stream chat exploded with a flood of "666."
Song Ziwen and the fatty looked at each other, and both saw the sa thing in the other’s eyes: they had struck it rich!
In the following days, the two began to teach the old man various expressions and lines.
This was so he could say whatever the clients requested during the stream.
There was a fee for fixed content and another fee for custom content.
Within a few days, the two had boosted the stream’s popularity to five or six thousand concurrent viewers.
Not only did the audience grow, but even the platform started promoting their stream and sending them traffic.
However, when soone is the first to eat crab, others are sure to follow suit.
Before two days had passed, more than ten strears of the sa type, with the sa costu, and even with sowhat similar appearances, popped up online.
Every one of them had a decent number of viewers.
But the one in Song Ziwen’s stream was the best look-alike, and his popularity remained the highest.
On this day, the two were streaming with the old man in their rented room as usual.
Suddenly, they heard a series of CRASHING and BANGING sounds from outside.
The two looked out, sowhat annoyed, but their faces instantly turned pale. They hurriedly shut down the stream, pulled the old man off the bed, and pushed him into the inner room to hide.
A mont later, the door was kicked open.
Then, seven or eight n surged inside.
The man in the lead was bald and tattooed, clearly soone who ran with the gangs.
"Damn it, you two struck it rich and didn’t even think to let know. Are you looking down on , Brother Diao!"
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