58: Chapter 58 attracted 500,000 viewers the moment it premiered! The true god has returned!

Su Yun watched, thoroughly amused.

This wasn't a metaphysics livestream; it was a large-scale situational comedy.

Just then, he swiped onto another livestream room.

The streamer was called "Celestial Master Zhang of the Zhengyi Sect." He was quite popular, with over fifty thousand people online.

The man was actually quite handsome, looking like a fresh-faced idol trainee. He was currently wearing a purple Taoist robe and holding a yellow talisman in his hand.

"My friends, in our line of metaphysics, we value orthodoxy above all else."

That "Celestial Master Zhang" faced the camera, his tone filled with arrogance. "Unlike certain influencers who suddenly get famous through scripts and special effects—that's all just deception."

"True Taoist arts require a lineage and inheritance."

"Look at this talisman in my hand. My master spent forty-nine days painting it..."

The bullet chat immediately started stirring up trouble.

"Is he talking about Su Yun?"

"Definitely. That Su Yun is obviously acting. How could anyone's calculations be that accurate?"

"Celestial Master Zhang is more reliable. He's handsome and knows actual spells!"

Su Yun looked at "Celestial Master Zhang" on the screen, his lips curling into a playful arc.

Was he directly name-dropping him to climb the ladder?

Trying to leech off his popularity?

Su Yun put down his chopsticks and pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

If he were an ordinary person, seeing such large-scale smear campaigns and plagiarism would have likely made him explode with rage, perhaps even starting a livestream to trade insults.

But Su Yun felt no ripples in his heart; he even felt a bit like laughing.

Would a lion turn back because a dog barked?

Obviously not.

The more joyfully these people jumped around now, the harder they would fall when the truth came to light.

Metaphysics wasn't something that relied on glib talk and scripts.

It was built on solid karma!

They were currently using feudal superstitions to amass wealth; the more they cheated, the heavier the sins they carried.

When retribution came, forget Starlight Media—not even the Jade Emperor himself could save them.

"Long press, not interested."

With a tap of his finger, Su Yun sent this "Celestial Master Zhang" straight into his block list.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Su Yun stood up and walked to the balcony to stretch.

Looking down at the bustling traffic below, his gaze became deep and profound.

"Since you want to play, I'll play with you."

"However, my entrance fee is very expensive."

...

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, the sky gradually darkened.

The city's neon lights began to glow, dyeing the night sky a dark red.

The clock pointed to 5:55 PM.

Su Yun sat in front of his computer, unhurriedly tidying his appearance.

He didn't wear any Taoist robes, sticking to his simple white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing the smooth lines of his forearms.

The screen behind him had been adjusted to the right angle; the antique background looked exceptionally charming under the soft lighting.

Even though he hadn't started the stream yet, the livestream room was already packed with people.

Online count: 80,000+.

The bullet chat refreshed at a speed that was dizzying to behold.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Master Su, are you in there secretly eating something delicious?"

"That whatever Celestial Master Zhang is so disgusting. Master Su, come out quickly and slap his face!"

"I must get a reading today. I don't believe I'll never strike it rich in this life!"

Su Yun looked at these comments, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

This was what it meant to be top-tier.

This was the will of the people.

Those fakes propped up by capital appeared so pale and powerless before these numbers.

He glanced at the time.

17:59:59.

18:00:00.

Right on the dot.

Su Yun's slender finger gently pressed the red "Start Livestream" button.

Buzz!

The screen instantly lit up.

The previously black screen was taken over by a clean, handsome face wearing a somewhat lazy smile.

"Good evening, everyone."

Su Yun's voice reached the ears of every viewer through the microphone—magnetic and steady, carrying a reassuring power.

Boom!

The very second his face appeared.

The online count in the top right corner of the livestream room began to jump frantically, as if it were riding a rocket.

100,000!

200,000!

300,000!

500,000!

In less than ten seconds, the online count broke through the 500,000 mark!

This terrifying explosion of traffic caused even the server to lag for a moment.

Gift effects flooded the screen, exploding as if they cost nothing.

Carnivals, rockets, sports cars... the multicolored light effects even changed the tint of Su Yun's face.

"Master Su is awesome!"

"I finally waited for you, luckily I didn't give up!"

"First! I'm first!"

"Let those fake masters see what real status looks like!"

Su Yun was in no hurry to speak.

He just quietly looked at the camera with clear eyes, as if he could see through the screen and into everyone's soul.

On this impetuous night, in this online world filled with "masters."

The true god had returned to his position.

"Same old rules."

Su Yun picked up the folding fan on the table and lightly tapped it against his palm, producing a crisp sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it acted like a signal, making the noisy livestream room quiet down slightly.

"Whether you're asking about your future, your marriage, or if you have a ghost in your heart and want a way out."

"As long as the Lucky Bag hits you, we have fate."

"However..."

Su Yun's tone shifted as his gaze seemed to penetrate the screen, looking toward a certain direction in the void.

It was the direction of Starlight Media's headquarters.

"Many peers have appeared online recently, so I have a few things to say upfront."

"Fortune-telling is a matter of belief; if you believe, it exists; if you don't, it doesn't."

"But karmic retribution—that definitely exists."

"Some money is too hot to hold."

"Acting too much in certain plays will shorten your life."

Su Yun smiled faintly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Alright, enough nonsense."

"Bring on the Lucky Bag!"

With a tap of his finger, a red Lucky Bag appeared in the top left corner of the screen.

The ten-minute countdown began.

The entire room went wild!

Everyone stared at that Lucky Bag, their fingers clicking frantically, for fear of missing this chance to change their destiny.

And at this moment.

Inside the operations department of Starlight Media.

The operations director looked at the terrifying data in Su Yun's livestream room, then at his own twenty livestream rooms which couldn't even scrape together fifty thousand people combined.

His expression was uglier than if he had swallowed a dead fly.

"This... how is this possible?"

The director's hands were shaking. "He hasn't signed with a guild, he hasn't paid for traffic—how can he have such high engagement?"

This was a dimensional strike.

In the face of absolute strength, all marketing tactics were nothing but a joke.