A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 13

Shi Nian trembled all over.

Ji Mengxue set her teacup down and offered a gentle smile. “Xiao Nian, it’s late. Go up and sleep. You have a meeting tomorrow.”

Shi Nian opened his mouth to say more, but Ji Mengxue swept a cold gaze over him. A sharp pang of pain shot through his legs. He parted his lips, but ultimately swallowed his words and stumbled upstairs.

In the cavernous hall, Ji Mengxue turned her gaze back to the family portrait. The four people in the photo were dressed in formal wear, posed intimately on a custom sofa, yet not a single one wore a smile. They looked like magnificent ornaments haphazardly pieced together.

Meanwhile, on Social Media:

[Peering Through the Mist Official V]: Peering Through the Mist 6 is about to begin! The live stream will be held on the Eggplant website, and the official edited version will be released on Eggplant Video after the stream ends. Welcome everyone to watch! (3)

[Rain & Snow]: Oh man, finally! I’ve been waiting so long the flowers have wilted. I’m excited to see what kind of dramatic “melon” (gossip) we get this time.

[My 1 Has No Swallows]: Who gets it?! I started watching this as an entertainment variety show, but the more I watch, the more my worldview is refreshed. It’s addictive. Also, who is actually behind this show? How do they invite so many big shots?

[Smiling Cat]: I heard there are some serious “big bosses” behind the scenes, maybe even people from “above.” Otherwise, how has the live stream never been banned even once?

[Affectionate Fallen Petal]: It’s definitely scripted. Only four contestants make it to the stage each season; feels like it’s just to hype up newcomers. Remember that warlock from Season 1? He turned out to be a fraud and got exposed. Scripts everywhere. You’re a fool if you believe it. Plus, that 10 million prize? If one of their own wins, the money just goes back to them. It’s all a ruse for kids.

[Flower Kitty]: I don’t believe it 100% either, but that witch girl in Season 4 successfully predicted the earthquake in the city they visited. And in Season 5, several people together found a killer who had been on the run for 13 years—the authorities even issued a notice about it. Also, the Season 3 champion told the host to watch out for “red” and “vehicles,” and a year later, that host died in a car crash with a red car. If you say that’s all a script, you’re insulting my intelligence. What kind of script uses human lives for a performance?

[Falling Feather]: Agreed. If it’s all fake, then the domestic entertainment industry is finished because the “acting” of these amateur guests is better than Oscar winners.

[No Name]: If it were a script, the guests wouldn’t act so naturally. A lot of the things revealed are private details the guests hadn’t told anyone.

[Affectionate Fallen Petal]: I still don’t believe it. Who wants to watch a bunch of clowns jumping around?

[Jing’an]: I don’t believe it either lol, but the challenges every episode are fun to watch! The final auditions for Season 6 are starting. Let’s go!

[Miao Miao]: The teaser mentioned a “Mystery Challenge” involving world-unsolved mysteries. It’s impossible not to watch.

Browsing through the various online comments, Gu Mohan felt a sense of worry for the first time in years. Beside him, Rocheville was skillfully tending to Si Ye’s long hair.

Gu Mohan’s expression suddenly turned subtle. Sensing his gaze, Si Ye stiffened and asked tentatively, “What is it?”

Gu Mohan pursed his lips and complained irritably, “Why is Ville the only one allowed to comb your hair?!”

The man looked indignant and incredibly aggrieved, like a child complaining about a parent’s favoritism.

Si Ye: “…”

Rocheville let out a soft chuckle.

“Good morning to all our dear viewers!” A beautiful female host smiled at the camera. “Welcome to the first stage of the final auditions for Peering Through the Mist 6: Mr. A.”

“The rule for this stage is: our contestants will wear blindfolds and approach Mr. A one by one to describe whether Mr. A is male or female and provide specific details about him.”

The male host beside her, Mu Siyan, took over. “The 30 contestants selected through the preliminary auditions are currently in individual rooms prepared by the crew. Their electronic devices have been in our custody since the start, so there’s no need to worry about cheating or communication between contestants.”

“After this stage, 10 contestants will move on. The final stage will involve a vote by the audience and guests to select the four who will participate in the official challenge.”

[Finally caught the stream!]

The camera cut to a man sitting in a chair. He had a slight smile, appearing kind and gentle. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes didn’t detract from his looks; instead, they added a charm seasoned by time.

The busy live chat went silent for a moment as they saw his face. Then, the bullet comments exploded. The man waved at the camera, then placed his index finger to his lips in a “shhh” gesture.

[!!!!]

[Holy sh*t!]

[My childhood idol!!]

[Ahhh! It’s Zhen Yunting! I used to sit in front of the TV every day for his shows! Wuwuwu! Production crew, you’re amazing! I’m crying!]

[I’m literally calling my mom to come watch this right now!]

The camera then shifted as the first female contestant followed a staff member into the room. She wore a white dress, her shoulder-length black hair tied back neatly, and carried a black cloth bag. A black blindfold obscured her expression.

The staff led her to her spot and left. After a few seconds of adjusting, she introduced herself: “My name is Yun Zhixia. I am a diviner.”

Zhen Yunting, sitting before her, nodded instinctively.

The host, Ai Lianqiu, spoke from the corner: “Miss Zhixia, you have 20 minutes to describe the information of Mr. A before you.”

“Could you come and assist me?” Yun Zhixia looked toward the source of the voice.

Ai Lianqiu stepped forward immediately. “Of course.”

“You only need to tell me what images are on the cards.”

“No problem.”

Yun Zhixia knelt on the floor and scattered the contents of her bag. Under the dim light, several cards lay on the floor, their gold-stamped lines forming complex and exquisite patterns—beautiful and mysterious.

[It’s Tarot!!]

[The Golden Art Nouveau deck! So pretty!!]

[First time someone is using Tarot on the show. Usually, it’s candles or props. First time seeing a spread.]

[Suddenly missing the girl from last season who used I-Ching coins haha.]

[Isn’t Tarot at the bottom of the occult hierarchy? Only tricks kids.]

[Pff, my take is: they’re all tools. Whether it’s accurate depends on the user. If you’re a loser, you’ll be a loser regardless of the tool. Don’t blame the tools.]

“These cards are beautiful,” Ai Lianqiu praised. “Is this Tarot?”

Yun Zhixia nodded and continued shuffling. The cards moved rapidly through her hands. Watching her place the cards directly on the floor, Ai Lianqiu tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and asked seriously, “Don’t Tarot cards have ‘deck spirits’? Is it okay to put them on the floor? We can provide a tablecloth.”

Yun Zhixia’s movements froze. Her expression became somewhat subtle.

“Deck spirits?”

[I wanted to say that too—why throw them on the floor?]

[This sister shuffles so aggressively, hahaha.]