Chapter Forty-Three: The Ten-Thousand Mountain Range (2)
Zhang Ning said, “If you’re just an ordinary person, then you should proceed step by step, testing the ground as you go. I don’t have any better advice, but I’ve heard from some seasoned treasure seekers that, besides protecting your feet, you can also wrap your hands with clothing, letting all four limbs share your weight.”
The comments scrolled by:
“You’re saying this now? The Hundred-Thousand Mountains are only just below the Ten Deadliest Lands! Even martial artists can barely make it out in one piece!”
“An ordinary person probably wouldn’t survive, right?”
“But because of Her Highness’s attempts, now they can!”
“Zhang Ning really does care about ordinary people.”
“Her Highness is more sincere than those so-called righteous factions!”
“Have you all been fooled by this so-called Highness? It’s just a ploy to win people over!”
“Get lost! When have the righteous factions ever done anything for ordinary people?”
“Exactly. If you think about it, even those righteous sanctuaries or celestial lords have…”
“Especially that Lord in Red!”
“Are you looking to die?!”
“Heavens, why are you bringing that one up? I can’t watch this stream anymore!”
“You all have some guts.”
“?? What’s wrong with the Lord in Red? Isn’t he a celestial lord? I heard he wields a sword and is quite handsome.”
“Ignorant! He’s a master of hidden weapons!”
“How dare you speak ill of a celestial lord?! Are you all from the demonic path? Truly malicious at heart!”
“Such intelligence...”
“Tsk, your brains have been washed clean!”
“What are you all talking about?”
“A bunch of fools! Don’t you know how the former Number One Wind Informant—Windful Pavilion—was destroyed?!”
Backstage.
Su Ye wiped the sweat from his brow. “Quick, steer the topic away!”
Comments:
“If you don’t have extra clothes to wrap your hands and feet, would you use your socks?”
“That would smell…”
“Hahaha, so stinky!”
“You’re all missing the point above, aren’t you?”
“??? What’s wrong there?”
“I think Her Highness’s advice is very useful. I take notes every time.”
“Heh, I took notes last time on the Fever-Reducing Tree too.”
“Have you noticed how Her Highness’s steps are becoming faster and faster?”
“Wow, you can visibly see her getting more skilled.”
“How long do you think Her Highness has been practicing this footwork?”
“Probably not long, right? Zhang Ning, as a successor from a holy land, would only practice top-tier techniques to pass the time.”
“At least three years.”
“I bet half a year!”
“Pfft, it’s just a first-rate technique, doesn’t take that long.”
“You all are impressive—this is a first-rate technique!”
“Yeah, something seems off to me.”
“Ridiculous, mocking a first-rate technique like that!”
“Anyone cultivating a second-rate technique, quietly raise your hand.”
“Quietly raising hand, plus one.”
“If I could get just one technique in my life, I’d be content!”
“What’s so great about one technique? I also practice a peerless technique.”
Seeing the comments, a young woman who, despite her pure looks, had made herself up to look strikingly glamorous, nearly spat blood!
Why?! Why was it that after so much effort steering the conversation toward the inhuman, bloodthirsty Lord in Red, the subject got sidetracked again?! These viewers, these viewers are just!
“Sister Ling…” a young man asked timidly, “Did we fail?”
She turned back. “It’s alright, Third Brother. If this road’s blocked, we have others. We’ll get justice, no matter what!”
Hundred-Thousand Mountains
Comments:
“Hey! You all are missing the point again! I think Zhang Ning must have practiced this footwork for at least a year.”
“Frog in a well! If it were me, a month at most!”
“Are you a celestial being? That’s impressive!”
“Such enviable talent.”
“Bragging!”
“Isn’t that an exaggeration?”
“Who is that up front? Also a holy land successor?”
“Maybe he’s on a lofty level?”
“True, the higher your realm, the faster you master these techniques.”
“How high does that have to be? Martial Lord? Martial Emperor?”
“What’s the point of guessing? If it were me, I’d get to this level in seven days!”
“Wake up, it’s morning already!”
“How talented do you have to be? That’s monstrous!”
Zhang Ning glanced at the comments by chance, her heart stirred.
The live feed swayed with her movements, and suddenly, a lake appeared in everyone’s sight. This lake was clearly connected to the sea—the rushing water ceaselessly pounded against nearby lava, shrouding everything in mist.
Zhang Ning saw birds flying overhead suddenly shriek and drop from the sky. She realized this must be a hydrochloric acid mist formed where lava flowed into the sea (or perhaps something else? Zhang Ning wasn’t sure), but it was best to keep away. And it wasn’t just this kind of mist that was toxic—ever since entering the volcanic region, Zhang Ning knew she had to monitor her condition constantly to avoid poisoning. On Water Blue Star, volcanic areas always produced a poisonous gas called sulfur dioxide; how much more dangerous would it be in this alien world?
The comments were full of shock:
“Poor little birds.”
“Quick, take an antidote pill, Your Highness!”
“That fog is terrifying, it must be poisonous!”
“No wonder this is the Hundred-Thousand Mountains!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen scenery like this!”
Zhang Ning had already covered her mouth and nose, her voice muffled. “When passing through places like this, you must take care to protect yourself. We can use clothing to cover our heads and any exposed skin. If you’re already at the Martial Infant stage, with a body tough enough to resist poison and hunger, you can ignore this. But those below the Martial Infant stage, please be careful.”
Her voice still buzzing, Zhang Ning took out a nightwalker’s suit and waved it before the camera. “Of course, I have this kind of professional outfit, but I don’t usually wear it.”
The comments erupted, some questioning whether Her Highness liked to go out at night for some sneaky business, since she carried such clothing with her.
Zhang Ning was almost amused. “What? I’m an heir of a demonic holy land—am I not allowed to do a little lock-picking or housebreaking at night? …Nonsense! I didn’t admit to anything! What I mean is, this is essential gear for wandering the world!”
The comments were filled with agreement, with many saying they also had such an outfit. At last, the topic returned to the right track. Zhang Ning rolled her eyes, feeling she’d made a mistake loosening the rules on comments for the sake of diversity—she’d let too much through at once!
What Zhang Ning didn’t know was that Su Ye actually hadn’t relaxed the comment regulations much; it was just that the number of people watching Zhang Ning’s stream had reached a staggering figure. Unless Su Ye hired more staff, there would always be a few unruly comments slipping through.
Zhang Ning said, “Next, I’ll show everyone how to make a hat and mask by hand, since not everyone carries a nightwalker’s suit.”
She pulled out an old piece of clothing, and before she even finished speaking, a proper hat had already taken shape at her fingertips, making everyone suspect that the old garment she’d pulled out was just a prop.
Zhang Ning pursed her lips happily, reciting to herself: I’m a man whose crafting and weaving skills have been upgraded to advanced level!