Chapter 65: An Anxious Live Broadcast

Arranging and recording this song had taken Yang Feifei a great deal of effort and hardship, yet in Su Tong’s eyes, it was worthless. Of course she was upset.

“I’ll accompany you on guitar, just sing it once,” Su Tong said, holding his guitar and sitting before the piano stand.

Yang Feifei was surprised. “Just guitar? Not even piano?”

“No need for piano. Violin could work, but I can’t play both at once,” Su Tong replied as the gentle, bright sound of the guitar filled the room.

Knowing Su Tong had started the intro, Yang Feifei quickly composed herself and prepared to sing.

“Every time,
I find strength in solitude and hesitation,
Every time,
Even when deeply hurt, I won’t let tears fall.
I know,
I’ve always had a pair of invisible wings,
That carry me,
Soaring beyond despair…”

When the song ended, Su Tong nodded in approval. Yang Feifei’s voice was crisp and distinctive, her singing skill impressive. No wonder her fans crowned her diva. All she lacked was the right song to truly suit her.

“Wow, singing to your guitar accompaniment feels so comfortable!” Yang Feifei exclaimed in delight.

“I think Su Tong’s version is excellent too,” said Sister Yaya, who was standing at the door of the live room.

The door had been open the whole time.

Sister Yaya cared for Yang Feifei in every possible way, attending to her daily needs and offering advice on her career. Having heard both the recorded version on Yang Feifei’s phone and this live rendition, she now shared her opinion.

“Su Tong, why don’t you arrange the song for us?” As soon as Sister Yaya made the suggestion, Yang Feifei clung to Su Tong. “If you’re going to help, you might as well see it through. Surely you don’t want your song arranged into a mess by someone else, do you?”

“Well… I suppose I could, but I’m really busy at school,” Su Tong replied. He had a reference for the original song, and after learning from the system’s master teachers for so long, he’d developed his own insights into arrangement. The original wasn’t necessarily perfect—reworking it was fine, or not; it didn’t matter much.

But his energy wasn’t focused here right now. He needed to survive the system’s trials first.

Yang Feifei’s eyes sparkled. “Su Tong, I realize you have a lot of ideas. I don’t know exactly what they are, but let me ask you—would you be interested in joining Qinhuang as my junior apprentice?”

Su Tong was taken aback. Qinhuang—one of the three great entertainment giants of the Qin Dynasty—was a company that countless newcomers and veterans alike fought over to enter, but with little success.

“You can make that decision?” Su Tong asked.

Yang Feifei giggled. “With your looks and those songs you’ve written, your creative ability alone is more than enough for Qinhuang. Of course, as an outsider, if you join Qinhuang with no one to back you, it’s hard to get a real chance. A company’s resources are limited—they won’t push a newcomer for no reason. It’s like, if it’s between you and some stranger, and I get to decide, I’ll always choose you, even if that stranger has more talent. But don’t worry, I’ll help you out, give you exposure, and once your popularity grows, the company won’t ignore you forever.”

Su Tong had already heard similar advice from Zhang Xin. He waved her off, “Forget it. I’d rather go my own way than be tied down by a contract for years. I’d rather spend the next two years figuring things out myself, and then, if I sign, the terms will be much better.”

For Su Tong’s sake, Zhang Xin had given up a lot. She’d recently been negotiating the comic adaptation of “The Legend of Wukong” with a publisher, selling it on a profit-sharing basis, and was also seeking publication for the ongoing “Coiling Dragon.” But what mattered most to Zhang Xin was “Jade Dynasty.” The platform was expanding into gaming, and she’d already sold the game adaptation rights, with the in-house studio working intensely on development. The latest chapters of “Jade Dynasty” had already been handed to Zhang Xin.

Su Tong’s versatile and enchanting storytelling voice had become a highlight of the show. In his last live stream, viewers had nearly reached two million.

Still, Su Tong knew those numbers were inflated—some were thanks to fans, some to the platform, all to support their star, Nian Nujiao.

“Oh no.” At the thought of “Jade Dynasty,” a jolt shot through Su Tong. Tonight’s live broadcast would cover the dramatic upheaval at Qingyun.

Yang Feifei had always seen herself as Bi Yao. If he killed her off, would he escape unscathed?

Yang Feifei didn’t notice Su Tong’s uneasy state and muttered, “I didn’t expect you to understand so much. You’re not easy to buy.”

Su Tong was completely distracted. He said to Yang Feifei, “Feifei, you can just listen to tonight’s live stream from your own room, all right?”

Yang Feifei’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why?”

Sister Yaya had finished cooking, and the three sat down to eat. Su Tong could barely taste a thing.

Yang Feifei finished first, rubbed her stomach, and went to relax in the living room.

Noticing Su Tong’s odd mood, Sister Yaya lingered with him at the table after Yang Feifei left and quietly asked, “Su Tong, you don’t look well. If something’s wrong, you can tell me.”

Su Tong glanced toward the living room. Yang Feifei was lounging on the sofa, stroking her belly and watching TV.

“Sister Yaya, if Feifei gets upset tonight, please help me out,” Su Tong whispered.

Sister Yaya was puzzled. “Why would Feifei get upset? Did you do something to hurt her?”

Su Tong laughed. “I wouldn’t dare. It’s nothing.”

At exactly seven o’clock that evening.

The live stream began as usual at seven and would go until midnight. Su Tong’s streaming hours were too few, totaling less than seven hours a week so far. He’d have to make up for it, or the platform could consider it a breach of contract and strip him of all show income.

Yang Feifei, as always, sat next to Su Tong, listening to him chat with the audience.

Su Tong’s heart chilled at the thought that Yang Feifei might not be able to resist jumping up to strangle him when the time came. The audience would be shocked—imagine, the diva herself right there!

Suddenly, as Su Tong was bantering with the viewers, Yang Feifei’s phone vibrated. She picked it up and stepped outside to take the call.

A moment later, she returned, looking displeased, and gestured for Su Tong to step outside with her.

“What is it?” Su Tong paused the stream and followed her out.

Yang Feifei spoke reluctantly, “I have something urgent to do with Sister Yaya. You can stream at home by yourself. We’ll be back late.”

Su Tong was so happy he nearly blurted out his excitement.

“Go ahead, I’ll hold down the fort,” Su Tong said, barely able to contain his relief. Heaven had mercy!

Yang Feifei and Sister Yaya left, the former still sulking, and Su Tong returned to his desk, feeling light as air.

“Haha, enough chatting! I’ll sing a few songs, then we’ll dive into the greatest upheaval in ‘Jade Dynasty’ history!” Su Tong, full of spirit, sang a few numbers, then began narrating the pivotal events at Qingyun.

“After returning to Qingyun Mountain, the three great orthodox sects convened to judge Zhang Xiaofan. But because Zhang Xiaofan had promised Master Puzhi, he would rather die than reveal where he learned the Great Brahma Wisdom.

As the assembly prepared to punish Zhang Xiaofan for wielding a demonic artifact, unexpectedly, the usually reticent Lu Xueqi risked her life to plead for him, even offering her own as collateral. Zhang Xiaofan was deeply moved. But at that moment, Daoist Cangsong secretly colluded with the Demon Sect to take revenge on Master Dao Xuan. The Demon Sect launched a surprise assault on Qingyun Mountain.

With enemies within and without, Qingyun Sect suffered heavy losses. To turn the tide, the injured Master Dao Xuan unleashed the Jade Dynasty Sword and its legendary formation, forcing the Demon Sect to retreat.

Yet, the murderous tension lingered in the great hall, and Zhang Xiaofan was once again pressed for answers. It was then that Faxiang revealed a shocking truth: the kindly Puzhi, whom Zhang Xiaofan saw as a father, was actually the one who had slaughtered his entire village.

Devastated like never before, Zhang Xiaofan could no longer believe in so-called righteousness. At that moment, the defeated Demon Sect returned, ready to catch Qingyun Sect completely off guard…”