Chapter 341: Chapter 170: Imitation Show (Part 2)

Is this what a normal Martial Artist is supposed to look like?

This was already comparable to the Immortal Gods.

If someone 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 claimed to be disciples of the person in the video, descending from the mountains in their master’s name to slay demons and vanquish evil.

Some even used clickbait titles like: "My Ancestor Was Revived, and Now I Live a Life Above Others."

"I Woke Up and Was Sixty Meters 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 mercy, great Immortal, and grant me a supreme Skillful Method."

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 some 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 someone 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 me privately. If my master takes me 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 some soy sauce.

Apparently, soy sauce could soothe burns.

A few minutes later, the young man came 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 amazement.

’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 some 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 came 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 come 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 awesome!"

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 me see!"

The fatty was immediately interested.

Song Ziwen smugly pulled up the recording of the livestream for him.

The fatty watched with extreme 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 zoomed 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 time, then stared at the old man for a long time.

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 me, 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 aimed the camera at the old man, had him stand on the bed, and strike the same ferocious pose from the video, looking down on the viewer.

Just a few simple movements, 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 memorized 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 same time.

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 extremely excited.

"We did it!"

The two high-fived in celebration.

"Can he talk? Have him say something badass, like ’Gao Yingxiang, I never thought there was someone in this world who could defeat me!’ Say it three times, 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 immediately said, "Send the gift first."

This person named 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-camera 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 immediately pulled the old man back in front of the camera and had him start his performance.

"Gao Yingxiang, I never thought there was someone in this world who could defeat me!"

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 same 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 someone is the first to eat crab, others are sure to follow suit.

Before two days had passed, more than ten streamers of the same type, with the same costume, and even with somewhat 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, somewhat 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 moment later, the door was kicked open.

Then, seven or eight men surged inside.

The man in the lead was bald and tattooed, clearly someone who ran with the gangs.

"Damn it, you two struck it rich and didn’t even think to let me know. Are you looking down on me, Brother Diao!"