Fang Lu froze. His heart skipped a beat. Of course, the Strength Enhancement Pill was tempting bait—a very rare item in his world.
Just what is in the system's gift list?
"B-but the task… that's impossible," he muttered, staring at the screen.
-[Daily Golden Mission: Fuck Zhao Lan]-
Then he stared at the comment section.
-(#Pornlord: did bro just chicken out over that minor task? Haha)
-(#LovesPussy: good golden comment, at least some interesting shit is about to go down)
"Minor task? How is that minor? Do you know who Mistress Zhao Lan is?" Fang Lu raged.
Of course, the viewers could hear him loud and clear. Without a doubt, responses came in, and his interaction rate rose.
Aside from the fact that Zhao Lan was his master's wife, she was also the daughter of the Son of Heaven Sect.
She was called the Pearl.
-(#Pornlord: who cares who she is? Damn, you're just gonna let that ass walk past you every time?)
"You don't understand. That task is simply outrageous. My master could kill me. Let alone if the Son of Heaven Sect finds out—I could be castrated. And she won't even agree to that."
When he finished explaining, the comment section fell into a graveyard-like silence.
Then, all of a sudden, different messages popped up.
-(#Queenboobs: This guy is full of shit and excuses.)
-(#Spreadyourlegs: Such a mundane task and he wimps.)
-(#PornLord: yea, seriously, if he ain't doing shits like that then I'm outta here, damnit.)
One after another, they began leaving the live stream.
It dropped from ten viewers to only one.
The remaining viewer didn't comment, just kept watching Fang Lu.
Even while he was sweeping his part of the sect, the viewer stayed.
Fang Lu sighed as he heard Zhao Lan moan again. He didn't peep like before.
"They expect me to just do it?" he muttered.
After finishing his chores, Fang Lu stood by his window, staring at the tree. He was waiting for Bao Feng.
The last thing to confirm he had somehow been reborn.
And indeed, Bao Feng arrived.
"Fang Lu, quickly, come. You have to see this," his perverted friend Bao Feng whispered through the window.
But Fang Lu rolled his eyes. Although he had been surprised earlier, that moment of shock had long passed; this was just double confirmation.
"Yea, maybe next time," Fang Lu brushed him off.
"Eh? Next time? Man, do you know what's going on right now?" his friend asked.
"Lemme guess. Lady Sue is having her bath outside again."
"Exactly," Bao Feng said excitedly. Then he realized he hadn't told Fang Lu anything—and Lady Sue bathing outside was a once-in-a-lifetime event. "Wait, what? How did you know that?"
"Tch. Some bulky-ass freaks killed me last time."
"What? That doesn't make any sense. Come on, man, I know you're just goofing around. Let's go, hurry."
"Fuck you, Bao Feng. I said I'll pass," Fang Lu snapped this time, slamming the window shut.
He fell onto his bed, thinking about what was happening. With nothing else to do, he decided to explore the system a bit more.
The moment he focused on the interface, it appeared.
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-[Accept The Live Stream System? (Optional)]
-[Comments (Not Optional)]
-[Live Stream starts every 6 AM and ends 11:59 PM, except when automatically turned on]-
-[Switch off auto live start? (Not Optional)]
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Fang Lu sighed.
Soon after, a knock sounded at his door. Perplexed, he wondered who it could be.
"Fang Lu, open up." The moment he heard the voice, his confusion turned to fear.
It was his master, Fang Xu—or rather, his eldest brother.
"I see you're sleeping all day in your room," he said to Fang Lu. He brought a bottle of potion with him. "Next week is the Feng Tu Nation's Entrance Tournament. I hope you're well prepared," Fang Xu said.
Unlike Fang Lu, who had a well-sculpted face and long black hair, his brother was the opposite: bald, round-faced, and muscular.
"I... I," Fang Lu stammered. He wasn't ready at all. Still stuck in the Spirit Stage for years, he would be beaten out of the tournament once again.
He sighed. "Yes."
"Good," Fang Xu replied, patting his youngest brother on the back. "I don't want you shaming the family like those two fools, or you'll end up on the streets like them."
When Fang Lu heard that, he looked up at his eldest brother and felt the pressure of that stare lock onto him as if he were prey.
He quickly looked away to avoid collapsing under it.
"Ah, before I forget, I need you to bring this to Zhao Lan. Body-refining oil for women. You're the only one I can trust with it."
Fang Lu blinked twice. Oh shit. I really didn't stick around last time to know this would happen, he thought.
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The Son of Heaven Sect>
One of the most powerful sects on the Fengtu Continent.
Filled with vast mountains, it was also among the most dangerous places.
The mountains were crawling with demons, and myths spoke of fallen gods hiding in tombs filled with ancient scrolls and treasures. And of course, the most popular figures these days…
Beast Masters. They called themselves the only ones capable of taming so-called beasts.
For example, the Son of Heaven Sect's most sacred beast—the Winged Panther—huge as a mountain and able to smell danger from a thousand miles away.
"Body-refining oil," Fang Lu repeated. As he walked toward the sect atop Cloud Mountain, he thought of ways to somehow entertain his viewers.
Sadly, the number hadn't grown past one.
"State your business here, boy," two guards said, crossing their spears at the gate.
"I brought a potion from my master that needs to be handed to Lady Zhao Lan."
Fang Lu explained. One guard stretched out a hand to collect the bottle; however, Fang Lu pulled it back.
"Personally," he said.
"Aish, let him pass. What could he possibly do? He's just a kid."
With that, Fang Lu made his way inside the vast sect. Without a maiden guiding him, he would definitely have gotten lost.
At last, they arrived at Zhao Lan's doorstep, and the maiden left Fang Lu alone.
He stood there, staring at the majestic door; however, his thoughts were singular.
"I can't just drop this and leave." Fang Lu tightened his grip on the bottle. He sighed, and just as he was about to knock, the door swung open.
Fang Lu's mouth dropped—not because of how stunning she looked, but because she was naked.