Chapter 210 The Self-Saving Person
Since the origin of the "Red Dust Fairy Lamp" was officially confirmed, this live stream room has suddenly become the focus of heated discussion across the entire internet.
Countless people are trying every means to get into this magical live stream.
Some people genuinely sought help, some were desperate and grasped at straws, and some were simply trying to ride the wave of popularity and gain traffic.
Unfortunately, the fairy lantern still appears very rarely.
One day, a woman named Lao Fanghua started a live broadcast.
On camera, she tearfully accused her husband of cheating, saying he not only used their joint property to buy a house and a car for the other woman, but also neglected their own son.
She showed off yellowed high school photos and faded love letters, recounting how a twenty-year relationship, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, was betrayed.
"Can I still believe in love?" she asked, her voice choked with emotion.
This statement instantly went viral online.
The hashtag #IDontBelieveInLoveAnymore# trended on social media, with countless netizens expressing their sympathy for her.
With the support of enthusiastic netizens, Lao Fanghua quickly released the third party's personal information.
Their workplace, home address, and social media accounts were all exposed.
This kind of woman deserves to be drowned in a pig cage.
Let's go throw paint in front of her company!
[If only a celestial being could punish such a despicable woman, all I can do is curse her online; it won't hurt her at all.]
[Seriously, I hate mistresses the most! I'm willing to observe a three-month vegetarian diet in exchange for the True Lord's execution of the mistress!]
A massive petition campaign has spread across major social media platforms.
Judging from past cases, this True Lord of the Mortal World has always protected women.
Netizens firmly believe that she will definitely seek justice for this poor first wife this time.
Lao Fanghua cried in front of the camera, her face streaked with tears: "Please, Lord Zhenjun, do justice for me..."
The notification sounds for tipping in the live stream room were constant.
The barrage of comments swept across the screen like a blizzard:
[True Lord, please appear!]
Punish the mistress!
We are all waiting for your miracle!
Three hours later, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded two million.
Lao Fanghua had already cried all her tears and had touched up her makeup three times.
However, she couldn't find the legendary live stream that would appear when the woman needed help on her spare phone.
Netizens could not hide their disappointment.
Lao Fanghua lowered her eyes, "Perhaps... a full-time housewife like me without a career is not worthy of the True Lord's pity."
A bitter smile appeared on her lips.
This sentence is like a pebble thrown into calm water, creating ripples.
After careful consideration, netizens realized that...
Looking back at the women who were helped by the True Lord in the past, it seems that... they all had their own jobs, even if they were very small.
Many people's attitudes changed abruptly.
Even immortals fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak; sigh, what a world this is.
[This is chilling! It seems that those who received help before were mostly working women.]
Shouldn't immortals be benevolent to all people? Why discriminate against housewives? Haha.
A golden barrage of comments flashed across the screen:
A true sage helps those in urgent need, not those who are chronically poor; he guides people, not the foolish.
But it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming outcry of condemnation:
What happened to the promise of equality for all beings?
Are the sacrifices of full-time housewives not sacrifices at all?
The barrage of sarcastic comments flooded in like a tidal wave.
Looking at the ever-increasing popularity data, Lao Fanghua gave a sad smile to the camera: "Everyone, please stop talking. Maybe... this is my fate."
However, things suddenly changed.
The scene in Lao Fanghua's live broadcast room has changed.
A photo of a middle-aged man appeared in the picture.
He had a greasy bald head, a pair of cloudy triangular eyes, and a sagging double chin.
Who is this?
[Damn it, take it away now!!! Take it further away!!!]
[Help! I'm Hui, I'm no longer halal!]
The comments section was filled with complaints that this man was an eyesore.
Lao Fanghua panicked, her face turning deathly pale.
"What kind of bug is this? Where is the customer service for ChanLe? Why is my live stream going out of control? Remove my husband's photo!! This violates his privacy and portrait rights!"
Hearing her panicked cries, the viewers in the live stream gradually came to their senses.
[Huh? Is this the streamer's husband? I vaguely remember the streamer describing her husband as a man in his prime at forty, which is why young girls would seduce him and throw themselves at him.]
[Ugh, the streamer's filter is thicker than a city wall. Why didn't Qin Shi Huang hire you to build the city wall?]
Wow, this is the slender, handsome young man the streamer recalled! The amount of water the streamer described could form the world's eighth largest ocean!
They had been lurking in the live stream for a while, but the small group of people who had been muted and drowned out whenever they spoke couldn't hold back any longer.
[The anchorwoman loved her "darling pig head" so much that she cheated on her husband. Now that she understands privacy and image rights, what happened when she released the third party's photos and phone number?]
Ms. Lao has no intention of getting a divorce; she's just using everyone as tools to fight off her husband's mistress. Seeing how fiercely she protects him, everyone should just leave.
I wouldn't help a male wife fight off her husband's mistress; she'll forgive her husband anyway, and the two will continue to be loving and affectionate.
[...]
As the tide in the live stream began to turn, Lao Fanghua became even more panicked.
Unable to change the live stream, she frantically tapped the exit button.
But it was impossible to stop the broadcast.
The camera focused on a photo of her husband.
And it started scrolling through more information like a PowerPoint presentation.
This includes his company address, job title, home address, contact information, and even the schools he attended...
Completely transparent and without reservation.
[It's from N University! My ex-boyfriend is from N University too. N University is full of scumbags!]
Isn't this company our contractor? Luckily, I'm the boss. I'll tell them tomorrow that if they don't fire this person, we're not working together anymore.
[The person upstairs is so awesome, I love it!]
Wow, their kid is interviewing at our school. We're one of the top private elementary schools, so it's normal for them to consider the parents' character, right? I'll talk to the headmaster.
Lao Fanghua almost fainted.
"No, no, please don't do this... You can't hurt my husband... If his work is affected, he'll be angry with me..."
He brought this on himself and deserves it. Who harmed him? How ridiculous.
"The child is innocent, how can you involve my innocent son in this?"
I admit your son is innocent, but ultimately it's your husband's fault. Why are you blaming us instead of him?
You posted all this messy stuff about your family online hoping he'd come back to you. You can't stand seeing him get hurt at all. Turns out we were just a part of a playful game between a wife and her beloved husband.
Gradually, some people came to their senses.
The True Lord won't show herself, because you don't deserve her help. The root cause of your family's downfall isn't that girl, although she did make mistakes. But even without her, there would have been other women, because your husband is trash! It's perfectly normal for flies to swarm around trash!
The man's angry roar rang out from Lao Fanghua's side.
"What are you doing? Do you know my boss just called to fire me? He said I damaged the company's reputation and caused us to lose three deals? I want a divorce!"
"No, honey, let me explain—"
The live stream finally flickered briefly before plunging into darkness.
Two million spectators stared at each other in disbelief as this absurd drama came to a close.
In the courtyard, pear blossoms fell softly.
You Qing suddenly opened her eyes, a sly smile curving her lips.
Lu Yao flicked her smooth forehead with her finger: "I told you to go into seclusion and cultivate, but you sneaked out and caused trouble again."
"They're slandering you..." Youqing muttered, rubbing her forehead.
Lu Yao brushed the fallen petals off her shoulder. "Ordinary people fear me like a tiger, which is why there are so many criticisms. You and I only need to look after those who truly have wisdom."
"I will follow the teachings of the Imperial Preceptor."
Youqing looked up, her eyes full of longing.
After the Grand Preceptor ascended to immortality, it was no longer convenient for him to appear in public as a live streamer, but he was not idle.
She actually taught herself the programming technology of this era.
By combining modern programming techniques with immortal magic, they created the mini-program "Red Dust Immortal Lamp".
This cyber lamp has its own operating rules and will not easily reveal its divine power.
Lu Yao's input algorithm at the time was very clear: "Only those who are self-reliant can be saved."
Only those women who are in perilous situations but still hold the will to fight can see the fairy lamp transform into a sword to help them at the critical moment.
As for people like Lao Fanghua?
Lu Yao's algorithm had long seen through her affected and pretentious nature.
Those cries were nothing more than attempts to appease her husband's groans.
Lacking both the courage to burn one's bridges and the awareness to be self-reliant, one is naturally destined to be without the magic lamp.
Lu Yao lowered her eyes and looked down at the world. The noisy discussions were nothing more than autumn leaves falling in her ears.
Her thousand years of cultivation had already allowed her to see through everything.
Worldly praise and blame are but fleeting clouds, only the Daoist heart can prove eternity.
Those who truly need protection will meet this lamp at their destined moment.
Like fireflies in the dark, they will eventually find each other's light.
“Youqing,” Lu Yao suddenly looked up at the sky, where purple clouds seemed to be rising from the east amidst the surging sea of clouds, “Go and retrieve the peach wood sword I forged the other day. Master is about to break through to the Divine Transformation realm; we should go and congratulate him.”
"Yes, sir!"
You Qing slowly approached, holding a peach wood sword, but her steps suddenly froze.
Lu Yao's figure, leaning on the railing and gazing into the distance, appeared exceptionally serene amidst the rolling clouds.
The flowing sleeves of her clothes and the slightly raised chin awakened images buried deep in her memory.
On that terrifying night a thousand years ago, when she lifted the carriage curtain, what came into view was this aloof and independent figure.
"elder sister……"
The soft call escaped her lips, and Youqing hurriedly bit her lip, but it was too late to take it back.
Lu Yao turned her head, a gentle light swirling in her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips.
A gentle evening breeze swept by, swirling up fallen pear petals that danced between the two.
[End of article]
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