Livestreaming To Fame In An Infinite Flow World Chapter 29

Chapter 29: The King of Hell’s Wedding (6) 

It was the first day of the instance.

Some people had spent the whole night being fried in the oil cauldron.

Some had spent the entire night drinking in the palace.

Some had broken down, running back and forth transporting people.

And then there was Jian Yuntai… by the second half of the night, he had tilted the cauldron at the bridgehead and already closed his eyes for a brief nap.

【Congratulations, player, you have completed main quest step 2】


【You have successfully received a 15-day survival time reward】

Jian Yuntai’s spirit jolted, and he opened his eyes.

The Ten Halls imp knelt and stepped forward, his sharp voice squeaking, “Congratulations to all of you for passing the first level of the trial. If anyone wishes to withdraw midway from the King of Hell’s Marriage Challenge, please step forward and register.”

No one responded.

Everyone was utterly exhausted, collapsing to the ground with dead-eyed stares, too drained even to speak.

The Ten Halls imp waved his sleeve sharply.

The bamboo sticks beside him expanded several times their normal size. Without wind, they swept up the players on the ground, wrapping everyone inside like a bundle of zongzi leaves.

Whoosh—whoosh—

The bamboo sticks lifted, and the players inside rocked like they were on a sealed pirate ship, swaying as they were returned to the palace. The moment they appeared, the destined persons immediately stood up, eyes anxious and fixed on them, yet they didn’t approach.

Cui Yu lifted his gaze slightly, his fingers pressing the rim of his wine cup until it creaked. Fine liquor leaked from a crack in the cup.

He set the cup down, eyes lowered.

…

…

The King of Hell’s face was gaunt, his frame thin.

Even standing up required two Ten Halls imps to carefully support him.

Once upright, he scanned the eighty people in the hall, his gaze lingering on Jian Yuntai for a full five or six seconds.

“Very good.”

The King of Hell nodded, letting out a satisfied laugh before coughing weakly. “Over the next four days, the palace feast will continue, drums and music resounding. Each evening, when the golden sun sets, you will draw lots for challenges. I do not favor forced marriages; after each challenge, you may choose to withdraw if you wish. When the Sun-Beast parades through the underworld, follow the destined persons back and make sure to rest well.”

“What is he even saying?” He Qingzhou elbowed Jian Yuntai, confused. “He’s rambling on and on. Can someone translate this for me?”

Jian Yuntai gave him a helpless glance and replied briefly, “The main quest continues for four more days. You can withdraw midway. Nighttime is for challenges; daytime, you return to the destined person’s house to rest.”

He Qingzhou rolled his eyes. “Then he could have just said that… why all the fancy talk—” His words cut off as his face suddenly changed. He clutched his chest in pain.

The instance’s background system abruptly sounded:

【Soul Contract Value -20】


【Your current Soul Contract Value is 70】

Bang bang—

He Qingzhou fell to his knees, vomiting a large puddle of dark red blood with a ‘whaa’ sound. Among the blood were thumb-sized clots of red, sticky tissue. The moment he vomited, his complexion went from flush to deathly pale, his body visibly weak.

Jian Yuntai moved to support him but also dropped to one knee. After coughing a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Worse, his heart twisted painfully, like it was about to explode with each breath.

Fatty cursed, blood smeared across his chin, pointing at the ground in alarm. “What are these red clumps?”

“Internal organ fragments.” Yu Xingcao was at least a Sinister Spirit Type and had read some medical texts. He frowned. “Under normal circumstances, people can’t vomit organ fragments. Your organs have to rupture first, the stomach perforated, organs forced into the stomach, and then violent vomiting could bring them up.”

“Then what counts as an abnormal case?” Fatty asked, brow furrowed.

Yu Xingcao’s face darkened; he said nothing. Fatty was about to panic, but Jian Yuntai suddenly spoke, standing in front of them: “We’ve all been poisoned.”

“?” Fatty froze.

Other players also looked at him, stunned.

Jian Yuntai wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve and said calmly, “There’s a horrific torture method that uses gas to corrode the lungs. In a short time, the lungs break into chunks. Severe coughing can then bring them up.”

The moment he said this, everyone’s expression turned pale with fear.

They had known vomiting organ fragments was possible, but poisoning was different. This was a sustained debuff; their bodies would remain weak as long as the poison persisted.

Under this condition, the subsequent stages would only become more difficult.

The Ten Halls imp shouted, “The Soul Contract records show that you all have destined persons. If you do not merge spirit and flesh with them, your bodies will deteriorate day by day. The King of Hell’s Marriage Challenge is not your true path. I ask again: does anyone wish to withdraw midway?”

“I withdraw!” An experienced player could no longer endure and decided to cut losses. Immediately, others followed, “Me too!”

“…”

The streamers’ expressions sank gradually. They stared at each other for a long time, yet not a single person chose to withdraw.

Viewers in the livestream rooms were baffled:

“Isn’t this the time to cut losses? Why are all the streamers continuing the challenge?”

“If it were me, I’d probably withdraw halfway too…”

“This explains why we can’t get into the livestream team. Think about it: some veteran players said the destined persons side quest is spine-chilling. This shows that withdrawing midway doesn’t guarantee safety. Players are merely stepping from the dragon’s den into the tiger’s lair. Rather than giving up halfway and facing new dangers, it’s better to go all the way and see it through.”

“…Damn, do all the streamers think like this? They’re really pushing themselves. No wonder they made it into the livestream team.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, these streamers are ruthless. This instance is going to be amazing. I want to see who among these ruthless ones can make it to the very end and clear it smoothly.”

“That has to be Monkey He, right? He still holds the record for rising from the livestream team’s low-tier to a regular streamer!”

The Ten Halls imp finally finished registering twenty names. He said, “Then today’s challenge is over. Everyone, return to rest and recover.”

He returned to the King of Hell’s side.

The grand hall reeked of blood. Streams of dark red blood flowed endlessly from the altar, pooling into the palace like beautiful, vivid crimson rivers, trickling slowly down the steps toward the destined persons’ banquet.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cui Yu rose.

Once Cui Yu moved, the other destined persons dared to take steps forward, faces stiff, following him carefully.

The scene looked like kindergarten children being led home; the destined persons approached each player one by one.

Jian Yuntai lifted his gaze and saw a cold, bony hand extended toward him, holding a pale bluish handkerchief.

“Wipe it off,” Cui Yu said calmly.

Jian Yuntai took the handkerchief, glancing at him in confusion several times.

In that instant, his heart had genuinely ached—strange emotions filling his mind. Heartache, puzzlement, even a hint of anger… a complicated mix.

But after vomiting the blood, those feelings receded like a tide, leaving not a trace.

Were those just Cui Yu’s emotions?

There was absolutely no way to tell.

Jian Yuntai even wondered if it had been an illusion.

※※※

At the fork in the road, Fatty pretended to wipe away tears, patting Jian Yuntai on the side of his waist. “Watch that little waist of yours during the day. Don’t let that white-haired guy take advantage.”

Jian Yuntai was about to reply when Fatty’s eyes suddenly darted behind him. Whatever he saw made him quickly pull back his hand from Jian Yuntai’s waist.

He lowered his voice and said sincerely, “Hope that when we meet again tonight, you’re still… untouched.”

“…” Jian Yuntai kicked him.

Great. Now the entire livestream knew he was still a virgin.

Turning back to Cui Yu’s side, Jian Yuntai expected a few words, but Cui Yu said nothing.

They walked in silence all the way to another palace.

The residence of the Chief Judge of the Yin Law Division was naturally solemn and imposing. The blackened bricks and tiles gave off a chilling aura. Inside, countless black-robed ghost officials stood with pale, expressionless faces, their movements stiff, and each step seemed to stir cold gusts of wind.

Cui Yu led him to a side chamber and, without changing expression, said, “Wait here a moment,” before leaving. After a while, he returned, followed by about thirty stiffly moving ghost officials.

The ghost officials placed the glazed glass lamps on the table, kneeled briefly, and then exited the room.

The green candles were lit, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Jian Yuntai smelled the food and his eyes lit up. “All of this is for me?”

Cui Yu nodded. “All yours.”

“!!!” Those four words sounded like heaven to Jian Yuntai’s ears!

He had been hungry—he had been starving in the oil cauldron hell.

He had planned to sneak out during the day to grab something to eat to avoid starving. But Cui Yu had prepared everything for him in advance; he was truly his provider!

Jian Yuntai’s attitude toward Cui Yu visibly warmed as he picked up a teacup and asked, “Can we add more dishes if this isn’t enough?”

“You can have as much as you want.” Cui Yu’s pale eyes glimmered slightly, his hoarse voice low and calm. “If you’re willing to marry me, all living things in the Underworld can serve as ingredients for your meals.”

“Cough… cough cough…” Jian Yuntai had just sipped his tea and hadn’t swallowed yet when those words made him choke.

“How do you manage to choke on water?” Cui Yu pursed his lips, looking at him with a faint, fleeting smile. It disappeared almost immediately, and his demeanor returned to that cold, ethereal detachment.

Jian Yuntai set down his teacup, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So… can I eat you?”

“I am not a living being.” Cui Yu paused for a moment, lowering his gaze. “If you want to ‘eat’ me, that’s possible too. But it would have to be… a different kind of eating. You’re still young—do you understand this?”

“…” Jian Yuntai blinked, utterly bewildered.

“I’ve read many ancient texts.” Cui Yu’s expression remained calm and neutral, though he stammered suddenly, “I-I… can teach you.”

“!!!” The livestream exploded. Comments flew across the screen like wildfire:

“A massive truck just ran over my face!! Teach him already, ahhhh, he doesn’t understand!”

“Can we even broadcast what’s coming next? I want to watch! I’ll pay 555555”

Note: 555555 is crying sounds from wuwuwuwu because 5 is wu in Chinese.

“Hahaha, wife just rushes headfirst into everything, whether it’s fighting or chaos. But when it comes to this… he freezes. Last time during he also didn’t understand what spirits and flesh unite mean either, hahaha, he’s so innocent.”

“Big guts, girls! He’s only eighteen, still a little baby… But this dialogue feels familiar. Last instance, Song Yulu laughed when he choked on water too—double encore hhhhhh”

The ghost officials brought dish after dish—four or five rounds—before Jian Yuntai finally felt full, no longer hearing the screams of hunger deep in his soul.

He put down the jade chopsticks and looked at the final dish being brought forward.

Technically, it wasn’t a dish at all—it was a bowl of water.

The water was a clear, deep blue, sparkling like crystal.

For some reason, the moment Jian Yuntai looked at it, he felt as if the water contained endless torment and suffering. Just looking at it made his mind churn.

“This is water from the Sea of Life and Death. Countless souls drowned here, and over time the water has become saturated with fragments of their spirits.” Cui Yu tapped the rim of the bowl with his index finger and nudged it forward a few centimeters. “Drinking it can repair damage to your soul.”

Jian Yuntai lifted the bowl with both hands, staring at the water.

Soon, a cold hand covered his eyes. Cui Yu’s hoarse voice whispered, “Don’t look. It’s dirty.”

Jian Yuntai obeyed, raising the bowl and drinking it in one gulp.

The moment the water hit his stomach, he felt as though icy knives had pierced his esophagus. His whole body shivered from the cold. But the sensation lasted only a few minutes. Soon, the aches throughout his body eased dramatically, especially the burn from the hot oil that had scorched his throat—it disappeared instantly.

After setting the bowl down, Cui Yu didn’t remove his hand. His palm remained pressed over Jian Yuntai’s eyes. Jian Yuntai was about to swipe it away, but his wrist was firmly grasped.

Sss-sss—

Sss-sss—

The green candles burned in the hall, smoke curling upward. Wax dripped onto the stands, releasing a faint, lingering fragrance around Jian Yuntai’s nose.

Before he could react further, Cui Yu suddenly leaned in, pressing his hand heavily against the armrest of the chair, pinning Jian Yuntai’s hands.

“!!!”

Jian Yuntai’s heart sank. His mind immediately ran through every possible escape and combat technique, ready to throw himself at Cui Yu at any second.

Yet Cui Yu’s next words stopped him dead in his tracks.

“You suffered such grievous injuries for King of Hell, and even the Sea of Life and Death’s water cannot fully heal you… is he really that important to you?” Cui Yu laughed softly, paused for a few seconds, and then spoke in a calm, almost deadwater tone, beneath which surged an undercurrent of raw emotion.

“Why can’t it be me?”

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