Chapter Eight: The Three-Year Promise

When Chen Bo finally stepped out through the main gates, the Sixth Elder of the Myriad Sword Sect at last came to his senses. His beard bristled with anger, and his eyes bulged as he bellowed, “Chen Bo, you brat! So you’re determined to make an enemy of my Myriad Sword Sect? Fine! I’ll report this to the Sect Master at once. Let’s see how your Chen family withstands the wrath of our sect!”

“Old man, you keep throwing the ‘Myriad Sword Sect’ at me to intimidate a junior. Isn’t that just bullying, hiding behind your sect’s name?” Chen Bo halted, glancing back with a smirk. “Thirty years the river flows east, thirty years west. No, it won’t even take thirty years—for me, three years is enough. In three years, I’ll overturn your entire Myriad Sword Sect!”

“Three years? Hah! Arrogant whelp! Even if you had thirty years—three hundred—you wouldn’t last a single round against even an outer disciple of the Myriad Sword Sect,” the Sixth Elder sneered coldly.

“Do you dare wager with me on those three years? If in three years I can defeat your entire sect, you’ll all accept defeat and rest quietly in the earth. If I lose, you can do with me as you please.”

“Of course, you don’t have to accept. But the Chen family has stood unshaken in Flame Town for a hundred years—we’re not without our own resources. If you dare to come for us, we’ll make you pay dearly. At the very least, you’ll be hurting for years to come.”

“Chen Bo, your provocations are wasted on me. Just wait for our cultivators to pay your family a visit!” The elder fixed Chen Bo with an icy stare.

“That’s fine! But before that happens, your sect master’s personally tutored disciple will be utterly disgraced. She’ll be lucky to show her face outside with a veil on,” Chen Bo replied, glancing at Qin Ruolan.

“Hmph! So this is what passes for cunning in the eldest son of the Chen family? Is trickery all you’re capable of?” The elder’s face darkened; for the Myriad Sword Sect, reputation was more precious than gold.

Chen Bo ignored him and asked, “Three years—are you willing to wager or not?”

“Fine! I accept!” Before the elder could reply, Qin Ruolan slammed her palm down on the table and declared to Chen Bo.

“You have the authority to represent the Myriad Sword Sect?”

“I am the sect master’s personal disciple, and the next in line to lead the sect. I can absolutely represent us! You’d best keep your word and your mouth shut, or the Chen family will cease to exist,” Qin Ruolan retorted with hauteur.

“Young Sect Master—” a young man tried to dissuade her, but Qin Ruolan silenced him with an upraised hand. “I want to see for myself what you can accomplish in three years. But I have one condition—you may not leave Tianyang Province during that time.”

“Agreed! There’s something on this continent called an Oath, isn’t there? Shall we?” Chen Bo smiled.

“I, Qin Ruolan, swear before the heavens—if I break this wager, may I be struck down by five bolts of lightning!”

“I, Chen Bo, swear before the heavens—if I break this wager, may I be struck down by five bolts of lightning!”

As the words fell, two beams of white light descended from the sky, enveloping each of them. An indescribable sensation gripped their hearts, as though invisible shackles had been placed upon them. This was the power of the Oath on the Wild Continent—no one could defy it, not even the heavens.

With the Oath sworn, Chen Bo’s stern face immediately split into a mischievous grin. He turned to the Sixth Elder and said, “Old man, apologies! I admit you’re a sly old fox, immune to my provocations. But your Young Sect Master seems a bit too impulsive—ha! Well then, goodbye to you all.”

This time, Chen Bo strode away without once looking back. The disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect realized lingering any longer would only bring them further disgrace; with several disdainful snorts and a swirl of sleeves, they all departed, leaving the senior members of the Chen family staring at one another in speechless astonishment.

Back in his room, Chen Bo’s face instantly collapsed, fear written all over it. He patted his chest in relief and muttered, “Whew, that nearly scared the life out of your host. Thank goodness I didn’t give myself away.”

He hadn’t yet disabled the chat privileges, and already the live chat was bursting with messages.

“A Relaxed Life tipped 988 gold coins—my whole month’s allowance! Still, props to the host, your acting is second to none.”

“YY Live Official Account tipped 1,888 gold coins—congratulations on that glorious comeback, host. Here’s a little tribute.”

“Shanxi Coal Miner tipped 1,000 gold coins—these gold coins are expensive, even more than real gold.”

“National Security Bureau tipped 1,000 gold coins—why is there a limit on state-sponsored tipping? Lol!”

“Not Alibaba tipped 2,333 gold coins—legend above!”

“Wow, YY’s here, the state’s here, even Ma Yun’s here—I’ll throw in 1,000 gold coins to calm my nerves!”

A wave of tips crashed in—so this is what a flood of gifts looks like!

What most caught Chen Bo’s attention was that National Security Bureau account. He hadn’t expected to attract the attention of the authorities already. Somehow, this made his heart race with excitement.

But he no longer felt any fear. No matter how formidable the state might be, that was only on Earth. Here, in another world, this was his domain—soon, it would truly be.

Chen Bo could now interact with the authorities as an equal. After all, he possessed cultivation techniques—an opportunity to lead Earth down the path of a new civilization!

Unfortunately, according to the system, the cultivation methods of this world were useless to Earthlings. Even the martial skills were little better than crude imitations, suitable only for besting ordinary people.

The only techniques Earthlings could truly cultivate were those produced by the system itself—Chen Bo included.

To his astonishment, his livestream now had over eight million viewers! Just on YY Live alone—the platform’s average online population was only a few million—this already made his channel the most popular in China.

Clearly, the authorities must have promoted him on other platforms as well.

His gold coin total had soared to over thirty-two thousand seven hundred, meaning he’d just received tips worth more than three million two hundred thousand yuan in this session alone!

And it had only been a little over an hour. Earning over three million in such a short time was enough to make any streamer green with envy.

Once he closed the chat privileges, the barrage of messages instantly flooded the screen.

“The host’s fiancée is gorgeous, but a bit too cold-hearted—not my type.”

“Please stream yourself getting it on with the girl!”

“Wenren Ziqi tipped 10 gold coins—everyone, go read my novel ‘Lady Xi’s Tale’ on Qidian!”

“Don’t leave, rich guy above—let me join your club!”

“Asian Seeds, hot videos, candid cams, add me for 100 more.”

“You above, private message me if you dare!”

“The host was so fierce today, but aren’t you afraid of being crushed like a dog after three years?”

To Chen Bo, the live chat was like a densely woven fabric—words packed tightly together; anyone with trypophobia would surely shudder at the sight.

“Ahem, I saw someone mention certain videos just now. Don’t run—send them to your host in private!” Chen Bo quipped playfully.

“The host is so naughty, but I like it.”

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