14: The number has been blocked

The violent shaking of the villa stopped abruptly.

The pure darkness outside the window cracked inch by inch like a broken mirror, revealing the dim yellow streetlights and the city's night view outside.

Everything returned to normal.

In Han Li's live stream, after a minute-long dead silence, the barrage of comments exploded in a veritable geyser.

"Holy crap! What the hell did I just see? A Dragon? A Dragon made of lightning?"

"Special effects! This is definitely special effects! I don't believe it! My materialistic worldview of over twenty years has collapsed!"

"The idiot upstairs! Can your special effects cut off the signal? Didn't you see the Streamer's phone screen go black for several seconds! That was signal interference caused by too much energy!"

"Streamer! I want that Little Daoist Priest's contact information! I'll lose everything! I want to become his Disciple!"

"Right! Give us the contact information! This is no longer fortune-telling, this is drawing talismans to summon a Divine Dragon!"

"Streamer! Hurry! Don't just stand there! Quickly tell us how to contact that Master!"

At this moment, Han Li was still kneeling on the ground, head tilted back, his entire being in a state of frozen shutdown, as if he had been completely reformatted.

In his mind, only one thought echoed frantically.

Become a Disciple!

He must become a Disciple!

He wanted to learn this skill too!

Seeing the snowstorm of requests in the barrage, Han Li jolted, instantly snapping back to reality.

He abruptly scrambled to his feet, looking at the popularity in his live stream, which had already Broken through two hundred thousand and was still soaring, an unprecedented excitement rushed to his head.

Opportunity!

This was the greatest opportunity of his life!

"family members (audience)!"

Han Li suppressed the wild joy and excitement in his heart, shouting into the phone camera with a near-scream, in a tone full of Gu-like allure.

"Did you see that! This is true power!"

"Do you want to learn? Do you want to possess this power too?!"

His words instantly ignited the emotions of all the viewers.

"Yes!"

"Nonsense! I dream of it!"

"Streamer, stop playing games! Tell us quickly!"

Han Li looked at the scrolling barrage on the screen, revealing a profound expression.

"That Master, who is also the Little Daoist Priest who gave me this divine talisman, is currently engaged in a great endeavor!"

"He wants to raise funds to establish a true Immortal Cultivation Academy!"

"The reason he set up a stall at the night market was to crowdfund the start-up capital for the school! To open a door to a new world for those with predestined connections!"

Han Li's half-true, half-false words instantly draped Li Heng's actions in a sacred and grand aura.

The viewers in the live stream went completely crazy.

"Immortal Cultivation Academy? Holy crap! Is it real or fake? Doesn't the state manage it?"

"Manage my ass! Didn't you see that Dragon just now? Who dares to manage it? Who can manage it?"

"Crowdfunding! How to crowdfund! I want to donate money! I'll donate ten thousand!"

"I'll donate five thousand! I beg for an enrollment spot!"

"Streamer! Quickly post the account number!"

This was exactly the effect Han Li wanted.

He immediately opened his Alipay, took a screenshot of the record of the five thousand yuan he had previously transferred to Li Heng, and displayed it directly on the live camera.

"Did you see that? That's the account number!"

"Principal of Kunlun Cultivation Academy! Everyone, remember it!"

"Sincerity brings results! Whether you can be favored by the Master depends on your own fate!"

The moment he revealed the account number.

Countless viewers immediately exited the live stream, opening their Alipay and WeChat.

For a time, countless sums of money, from all over the country, frantically poured into the account named "Principal of Kunlun Cultivation Academy."

However, before Han Li could enjoy the pleasure of being revered by hundreds of thousands of viewers for more than three minutes.

The live stream on his phone suddenly went black.

Immediately after, a line of cold red characters appeared in the center of the screen.

[Warning: Due to the Streamer's suspected organization of illegal fundraising and promotion of feudal superstitious ideas, the live stream has been permanently banned. Please cooperate with the platform for subsequent investigations.]

"..."

Han Li and the hundreds of thousands of viewers in his live stream, who had just finished transferring money or were about to transfer money, were collectively stunned.

"???"

"Holy crap? Banned?"

"Permanently banned? No way! That harsh?"

"I just transferred five hundred yuan! Streamer, where are you?"

"Damn it! Douyu platform, you have no heart! You even ban me for watching an immortal's live stream!"

Although the live stream screen was black, the barrage function was still active.

For a time, all the viewers were dumbfounded, but still frantically communicating in the blacked-out live stream.

"Brothers, how much did you all transfer?"

"I transferred a thousand, with the note 'Request for an Outer Sect Disciple spot'!"

"I'm awesome, I transferred three thousand, with the note 'Request for a basic Qi-breathing Mind-Cultivation Technique'!"

"You all are weak! I directly went all-in with eight hundred yuan, a month's living expenses!"

There were also some passersby who didn't understand, having just been drawn in by the terrifying popularity, and looking at the screen full of chat records, they were completely confused.

"What's going on? What happened to this live stream? Where's the Streamer?"

"I heard there was a ghost-catching live stream just now, and a Dragon was even summoned?"

"Really? Is there a screen recording, brother? I'll pay for it!"

...In the villa.

Han Li looked at the dazzling red characters on his phone, pouted, and cursed in a low voice.

"This is really messed up."

"Just now, there was a ghost wall and a vengeful spirit demanding a life, streaming for almost an hour, and the platform didn't make a peep."

"I just mentioned a transfer, less than three minutes, and they directly hit me with a permanent ban?"

"Their greed is too ugly!"

Although he was grumbling, he also knew in his heart that it was not advisable to stay here long.

He quickly packed his things and rushed out of the villa, which had almost cost him his life, without looking back.

Running onto the main road, feeling the evening breeze, and watching the cars coming and going, Han Li finally felt alive again.

All he could think about now was how to contact that immortal-like Little Daoist Priest.

After much thought, his only contact channel seemed to be that transfer account.

He gritted his teeth, opened Alipay again, and found the transfer record.

This time, he directly entered five thousand.

Then, in the remarks column, he solemnly typed a line of text.

"Daoist Priest! I am Han Li! The one who was live streaming in the haunted house tonight! Please add me as a friend! I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss! My phone number is 138!"

Click, transfer.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, silently praying that the Master would see his message... Meanwhile.

In a top-floor apartment in a high-end residential area of Jiangcheng.

Xie Wangsheng expressionlessly stared at the blacked-out live stream on his computer.

He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his fingers gently tapping on the desktop, deep in thought.

The thunder Dragon that appeared out of thin air brought him a shock far greater than anyone else.

That was no longer traditional spiritual or Xuanxue phenomena.

It was more like something that would appear in Xuanhuan web novels.

"Kunlun Cultivation Academy..."

Xie Wangsheng murmured to himself.

He no longer hesitated.

He opened his encrypted online banking, pulled up Li Heng's account, which he had screenshot from the live stream.

Then, he calmly entered a string of numbers.

Transfer amount: One hundred thousand... On the other side.

In a rented room a thousand miles away.

Li Heng was delightedly watching the number on his mobile banking APP wildly fluctuate.

"Three million five hundred thousand... Four million... Five million..."

"Holy crap, it's thirty million!"

Watching the number finally settle at thirty-one million, Li Heng felt his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

He had only fooled a few netizens online, then set up a stall at the night market, how did he suddenly crowdfund over thirty million?

This money came too fantastically.

[Ding! The crowdfunding funds arrival notification function is too frequent and has caused mental disturbance to the Host. Do you want to disable voice prompts?]

In his mind, the System's voice sounded at the right time.

"Disable! Quickly disable it! It's too noisy!"

Li Heng chose to disable it without hesitation.

He clicked on his arrival records, looking at the dense, countless transfer messages, a wide smile spreading across his face.

Just then, he saw the latest entry.

A transfer from "Han Li," amount five thousand yuan.

And, below it, a long line of remarks.

Li Heng clicked to open it, and instantly understood everything.

"So, it was this kid's live stream that caused all this commotion..."

He looked at the phone number in the remarks, pondered for a moment, copied the number, then opened WeChat and sent a friend request.

In the verification message, he only typed two words.

"It's me."