I'm farming treasure chests in the female-oriented world.

Chapter 85 Live Broadcast

Port City.

Funeral Street.

While live-streaming the paper-making process, Song Yanran would occasionally glance at the time-honored paper-making shop across the street.

"That's strange. It's almost noon, why isn't Uncle Liu opening the shop yet? He sometimes closes up shop, but he always puts up a notice beforehand. Why hasn't he even put up a notice this time?"

Song Yanran's mutterings were naturally transmitted to the live stream through her phone and heard by the viewers watching the live stream, instantly flooding the screen with comments.

"Yanran, did you drive their store out of business?"

"Competitors are often rivals; that's quite possible."

"I've noticed that Yanran's business has been booming these past few days. Both are paper craft shops, but Yanran's business is doing well, so naturally the other shop's business is suffering. To be honest, there are only so many customers in this industry. If they all come to Yanran, the other shop will naturally have no customers. Without customers, it's inevitable that the shop will close down."

"I don't see it that way. This industry is very profitable. Although it's not like you can live off a single business for three years if you don't make any, it's definitely a highly profitable industry. Moreover, the owners here are all themselves, so they don't have the pressure of rent. It's not easy for them to go bankrupt in such a short time."

"I hope something happened to the shop owner?"

"What's wrong? A sudden medical emergency?"

"It's very possible, Yanran. Go check quickly. If someone dies, will you be at peace with yourself?"

"Yes, go take a look."

Next, the screen was flooded with "Go check it out!" messages.

Song Yanran was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this inappropriate? Entering without permission is theft, and I'll be breaking the law if I go in like this."

The comments on the screen started encouraging Song Yanran again.

"If you don't go and something really happens, will you be at peace with yourself?"

"You can ask loudly first, and if no one answers, then you can go in."

"Yes, you kept the live stream going, and we'll all vouch for you. You were just worried about the safety of the noodle shop owner across the street, not trespassing."

Song Yanran had originally wanted to investigate, and seeing the supportive comments on the screen, she finally made up her mind.

"Okay, I'll go now. You all need to remember to be my witnesses."

The comments section was naturally filled with various guarantees.

Song Yanran took a deep breath to calm her nerves, held her phone with the camera pointed forward, and carefully walked towards the paper craft shop diagonally opposite.

"Yanran, you're doing a good deed, why are you doing it like a thief, sneaking around like this?"

"Is it possible that what Song Yanran is doing now is no different from what a thief is doing?"

"Huh, you've found the key point. I'm speechless."

The rest is just copy and paste.

Song Yanran glanced at the comments and shook her head speechlessly.

I knew these netizens were unreliable.

Song Yanran walked to the shop door, took another deep breath, and prepared herself mentally. Just as she was about to knock, a loud bang came from inside, and then the shop door was broken open from the inside by a great force. Song Yanran nimbly avoided it.

Standing outside the damaged gate, Song Yanran stared in shock at the tall, slender figure in the center of the shop, dressed in a black robe with red lotus patterns and wearing a pure white mask. The figure, suspended in mid-air, glanced at her and, in a deep, youthful voice, softly questioned:

"Who?"

Song Yanran subconsciously forced a smile and responded.

Hi, hello.

Then, realizing something, Song Yanran quickly explained, "I'm the owner of the shop across the street. I saw that Uncle Liu hadn't opened his shop yet at midday, and I was worried that something had happened to him, so I came over to check on him. Uncle Liu and I are definitely not in cahoots."

At this moment, the chat in her live stream room exploded.

"What's going on? Is this magic?"

"My God, levitating in mid-air! This can't be magic, it has to be real!"

"Wow, this outfit is so cool! Where did you buy it? Does anyone know? Here's the link!"

"Was that an explosion? Why didn't I see any smoke?"

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Yanran to go to such lengths to put on such a big show for us. What are you guys waiting for? Start sending rockets!"

With this command.

One rocket after another took off.

The screen kept exploding.

However, Song Yanran couldn't care less about these netizens at this point.

Because what you're seeing isn't magic, it's real.

Family members, does anyone understand? I was just trying to check if my neighbor was alright, and I ended up in such a huge mess.

This outfit is clearly the uniform of some organization.

How did Uncle Liu get involved with this mysterious force?

Ah, I'm really innocent.

They won't be killed to silence them.

Xia Xue glanced at Song Yanran in surprise.

Unexpectedly, I encountered another female protagonist here.

"A cameo appearance in 'Graduation Leads to Unemployment, Forced to Return Home to Inherit a Paper Craft Shop, and Unexpectedly Becomes a Master of Metaphysics,' opening the treasure chest..."

"Max Level Mystic Technique: Paper Control".

"The Mystic Art of Paper Control: All mystical arts related to paper can be learned instantly, and their power is multiplied, with even more mysterious transformations. Furthermore, it has a strong restraining effect on mystical practices related to paper."

Drawback: The process of "lighting paper to create spirits" consumes one's own spiritual energy. Excessive consumption of spiritual energy will weaken the body and damage the soul.

"Max level trait: Heaven and Earth Sacrifice".

The offering of sacrifices to the spirits of heaven and earth does not consume one's own spiritual light, but rather the spiritual light that wanders between heaven and earth.

The defects were eliminated directly.

"A wondrous method, a new kind."

Judging from the description, the magical method seems to be a level higher than the mystical art.

"Technique? Spell?"

Xia Xue came up with a classification idea.

"The Way, the Law, the Technique, and the Tool."

The method is a level higher than the technique.

"Based on this reasoning, is the law the same as the Tao?"

Xia Xue's heart stirred.

"What level is my 'Dao Fa Zi Ran Gong' at? Dao? Or Fa?"

In a flash of thought, a gloomy male voice came from the basement.

"A Mind Master? You actually came here directly? How dare you!"

Xia Xue snapped out of her daze, withdrew her gaze from Song Yanran, looked down, and sneered, "Paper Master, Netherfire has committed countless evils and is burdened with sins. Its great calamity has arrived; prepare to die!"

As soon as Xia Xue spoke, the paper craftsman immediately understood.

"If you're not a chant master, then who are you?"

Before Xia Xue could respond, the paper craftsman, realizing something, exclaimed in horror, "You're the mysterious person who silently seized control of the Crimson Lotus Space and almost wiped us all out? Who exactly are you? Why are you targeting us, the Netherfire? Is it because of the Mind Master, or...?"

Worried that the other person would reveal her name, Xia Xue immediately intervened and interrupted them.

"So noisy!"

With a loud bang, like a 160-kilogram weight crashing down, it shattered the hidden door to the basement.

The shattered fragments of the hidden door shot out like bullets, embedding themselves deeply into the furniture and walls of the shop.

"Damn it, you think you can't do anything about it just because you showed up and destroyed all the paper offerings in my shop? Those are just ordinary stuff. The real good stuff is in the basement."

As he spoke, countless palm-sized paper figures emerged from the secret passage leading to the basement.

"The Art of Paper Seas!"