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Chapter 83: My Langjun is Pure and True (V)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The group could not even grasp a corner of Jiang Pengji’s clothes, let alone threaten her.

They had no discipline, no cooperation, and no tactic. They were like flies rushing in every direction, hindering each other instead of strengthening themselves as a team. Within the blink of an eye, Jiang Pengji defeated them all.

Bodies fell on the floor one after the other, making heavy noises as they landed. Xu Ke squinted and saw Jiang Pengji in her plain garments walking leisurely about. Her movements were simple yet powerful like those of kungfu masters.

“You are the weakest men I have ever seen! You should just stay at home and finish your embroidery. That would be more suitable for you... I cannot imagine leading you to the bandits!”

Jiang Pengji had been careful not injure any of them, but their pain would last a while before they could stand up again for another fight.

She continued mocking them, causing the guys to blush out of shame. They felt that they were merely wasting food and polluting the environment with their existence.

“Look at you! Your legs are soft like noodles, and they bend in the wind. And why do you moan when you stumble and fall? Were you not fed earlier? Or perhaps you have used up all your energy on women or with your hand under the blanket at night.” A moment of carelessness made the content too explicit for the ancient people.

Xu Ke felt blood rushing up to his face. He observed Jiang Pengji as if he were scrutinizing an alien.

How could a Langjun speak so coarsely?

He was shocked while Jiang Pengji simply shrugged. Her jokes were nothing to her.

The System, on the other hand, was blown away. Its happy mood was completely ruined.

It should not have hoped for much from a host like Jiang Pengji.

While the guards stared open-mouthed at her, the audience was thrilled. Pages of notifications in the background rolled through the interface.

“Viewer Badao Zhongcai rewarded 1,314 kidney apples.”

“Viewer Bufu Nilaidawoa rewarded 11 x 520 blue and white underpants; viewer Rensha Wangka Shoucan rewarded 99 blue enchantress roses...”

The most eye-catching notification was a giant firework that spread across the virtual interface and reached almost every corner of the space with its glistening effects.

“Viewer Qiongde Zhishengqian rewarded a luxury private yacht!”

“Viewer Qiongde Zhishengqian rewarded a luxury private yacht!”

“Viewer Qiongde Zhishengqian rewarded a luxury private yacht!”

The same line repeated itself nine times, which made the channel silent before it erupted with excited comments.

Toudu Feiqiu: “Oh my god! Nine yachts! That destitute man has nothing but money!”

Shitang Dafan Ayi: “Rich guy, can we be friends? I can do whatever you want!”

Qi’e Niang: “The audience group is small, but many viewers are loaded and dumb, haha!”

A yacht could bring 1,000 popularity points and cost 1,000 Stream Coins each, which equaled a thousand Renminbi in the audience’s dimension. That meant the viewer who had just given out nine yachts had thrown 9,000 Renminbi into the channel!

This might have been common for other hit stream broadcasts, it was unheard of for a new show like Jiang Pengji’s.

The host stopped for a moment but did not change her facial expression even after she noticed the accumulated popularity points in her account.

Qiongde Zhishengqian: “I like the Host, so I gave her some presents.”

The viewer acted as if the sum was nothing to him. Jiang Pengji laughed coldly and then ignored his bullet screen. As the yachts triggered fireworks in the channel, a mission was given to her in the background.

“Viewer Qiongde Zhishengqian knows a beauty like you can dance and sing most enchantingly. Therefore, he requests a delightful dance lasting no less than ten minutes. Mission rewards: nine luxury private helicopters. (A) Accept mission. (B) Reject.”

The value of a helicopter was the same as that of a yacht and would be calculated in terms of Stream Coins. This meant she could receive rewards, which would be worth 9,000 Coins if she satisfied the requirements and obtained a high rating from the viewer. Half of the sum would be given to the System, and the other half would belong to her.

It surprised her that a viewer had already learned about the livestream modes and was offering lavish rewards before she had even decided the extent of her interaction with the audience.

The System’s scream reached its highest pitch when Jiang Pengji declined the task without hesitation. The immediate deduction in the Coin deposits of their account seemed to hold its throat, and its voice stopped in a dramatic, ridiculous manner.

Soon it began to moan. “My Host, why did you do that! A casual dance would bring us 9,000 points!”

The incensed host interrupted, “Shut the f*ck up!”

At the same time, she put on a notice on the interface.

Host V: “Thank you for your support. However, I must remind you that I do not accept specified content from the audience as it is against my principles.”

She then briefly explained the voting functions in the semi-interactive and fully interactive streaming modes.

The free streaming mode at the moment was intriguing, but the audience was becoming bored of the content. Even Jiang Pengji found some days in ancient times boring, and some of the viewers were becoming tired of waiting pointlessly for something interesting to happen. They were losing enthusiasm about the free stream, although they still remained curious about it.

Jiang Pengji’s maintained her countenance as she interacted with her viewers, but the sensitive Xu Ke felt his Langjun’s happy mood change suddenly into great displeasure.

Is she upset because of the servants? Before he could draw a conclusion, however, Jiang Pengji approached him and took away her fan, which he was holding.

“Xu Ke, there is something I want to discuss with you tonight. These people are now under your supervision, and you will start their training tomorrow. The incompetent ones shall not be kept here to waste our food.”

The coldness accompanying her words caused the servants to drop their heads quietly.

Xu Ke realized that his Langjun was really mad this time.