Chapter Forty-Four: The Tenfold Enchanting Melody

After Xiaoyu and Xiaoxiao greeted everyone, they headed out to play. Loyal fans couldn’t bear to see them go, but there was nothing they could do. Su Tong had already made up his mind—even if it meant losing thousands of die-hard followers, he was willing to take the risk. With Sister Zhang’s support, he wasn’t afraid of running out of fans.

“Haha, Xiaoming and the teacher have really missed you all.” As the live broadcast officially began, Su Tong, as usual, shared a few appetizers with everyone.

[Teacher: The radical for ‘surging waves’ is three drops of water. Xiaoming, can you give a similar example?
Xiaoming: Dumplings and wontons?
Teacher: Try another one.
Xiaoming: Playing with marbles.
Teacher: Not good enough.
Xiaoming: Unable to take a bath?
Teacher: Can you come up with a six-character one?
Xiaoming: Oh ma mi ma mi hong?
Teacher: How about a hundred characters!
Xiaoming: Hahahahahaha...
Teacher: Get out!]

[Xiaoming: Teacher, let me show you a magic trick.
Teacher: What kind of magic?
Xiaoming: I can make you forget you’re a dog.
Teacher: But I’m not a dog.
Xiaoming: See? You’ve forgotten already.
Teacher: Get out!]

A few fresh jokes swept away the old viewers’ discontent. Then Su Tong sang all four songs from the “Nian Nujiao” album from start to finish: “Childhood,” “The Brother Who Slept Above Me,” “Northerners Are All Living Lei Fengs,” and “I Believe.”

“Catching Mudfish” and “The Frog Is the Greatest” didn’t quite suit Su Tong’s voice.

“As expected of Nian Nujiao, his singing is almost as good as the studio version circulating online.”

“Nian Nujiao, I love you.”

“With a face like that, I’ll be here every day just to feast my eyes.”

“Brother, I’m crazy about you.”

A grand Qin salute roared, and the screen exploded in fireworks. It was a reward from a viewer named “Su Tong’s Darling.” Seeing this fan, Su Tong’s face darkened. He knew this person—it was Li Wen.

This girl already knew Su Tong’s past and, naturally, that he’d switched to performing live shows. As soon as she registered her account, she’d called him to smugly announce it.

“An eighty-two split, and they still deduct taxes—why not just give it to me directly?” Su Tong was a little frustrated.

Then, another reward flashed red. This time, it wasn’t a grand Qin salute, just a thousand Qin coins. But seeing the fan’s name, Su Tong became even more annoyed. The fan’s nickname was “Classmate Su Tong.” No doubt about it—this was Gao Litong.

She was usually stingy, so the fact that she’d spent a thousand Qin coins was remarkable.

“Oh my, Tongtong, when did you become so generous? You’re actually willing to drop a thousand?” Li Wen also recognized Gao Litong’s account. When she saw the reward, she immediately called, her tone dripping with sarcasm: “If you’re so capable, why not throw ten thousand?”

Gao Litong huffed indignantly, “Su Tong wouldn’t like a spendthrift. The more you give, the less he’ll like you.”

Huh?

Li Wen was startled. She had a point. Previously, when Li Wen told Su Tong she’d support his stream with a few grand Qin salutes, he’d snapped that she was out of her mind. The platform and the government would take a cut—did she have more money than the state itself?

“Brother, Zhuxian, Zhuxian, tell us the story of Zhuxian!”

“I’ve been looking forward to Zhuxian—can’t wait any longer.”

“I want Lu Xueqi, dressed in white as snow.”

“I want Xiao Fan—a man who can cook is invincible.”

Fans clamored noisily.

“Alright, let’s get started. Many of you might not have heard the earlier chapters, but don’t worry—I’ve already updated the previous episodes on Weibo. If you’re interested, you can check them out later.” Su Tong smiled mysteriously. “Tonight, I’ll use eleven different voices for the storytelling—male and female alike, as vivid as possible.”

“Wow!”

A single stone stirred a thousand waves; Su Tong’s words left countless viewers stunned.

“He can imitate ten different voices, including female ones?”

Could this really be true? Was there such a talent among amateurs?

“Hello, everyone, I’m Zhang Xiaofan.” Su Tong’s first voice greeted the audience. This one was close to his natural voice.

“Hello, everyone, I’m Lin Jingyu.” Su Tong used another voice to greet everyone.

Huh?

Everyone was shocked—was that really Su Tong?

“Hello, everyone, I’m Lu Xueqi.” Su Tong spoke in a female voice, melodious and ethereal, like a song from the heavens.

His friends were dumbfounded, their mouths wide enough to fit an egg.

“Hello, everyone, I’m one of the beauties about to appear in the story rankings—my name is Biyao.” Su Tong’s lively, coquettish girl’s voice left everyone speechless.

Was this really Su Tong? For heaven’s sake—could he be any more unreal, any more extraordinary?

“Last time, we left off with Zhang Xiaofan and the others receiving orders to descend the mountain...” Su Tong switched to his real voice, taking up the story from a god’s-eye view.

Over the past month, Su Tong hadn’t been idle. He’d explored most of the training rooms in the system’s space—vocal, instrumental, driving, acting, and more. He’d studied them all diligently. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was now a professional actor.

The system was quite supportive these days; prices rose slowly. Every time he completed a task, he received a boost to all attributes—though the increases were limited: just one percent for strength and agility, but much more for endurance and intelligence.

Thankfully, his endurance had increased enough to withstand months of training without going crazy. As for intelligence, it didn’t raise his IQ, but rather expanded his mental capacity.

The human mind, in a sense, has limited storage: mastering everything is less effective than specializing in one thing. That’s why people have limited energy and memory—they simply can’t hold too much. The system’s intelligence boost expanded Su Tong’s mental storage; otherwise, learning one thing and forgetting another would be pointless.

That night’s live stream, Su Tong narrated Xiao Fan’s experiences after the Seven Veins Martial Tournament, all the way to the end of his trials at Mount Kongsang before wrapping up.

The audience was in awe the whole time.

Damn, there really were more than a dozen voices.

Especially the eleven distinct ones—it truly sounded like eleven different people.

One was his natural voice; ten came from the Ten-Voice Magic Fruit he’d exchanged for from the system.

The others Su Tong imitated himself—they weren’t as flawless as the system’s, but unless someone listened very closely, the flaws were hard to spot.

“So professional—are you sure you didn’t major in acting or broadcasting in college?”

“Monster, let this old monk subdue you.”

“Brother, you’re not a robot, are you?”

The barrage from the audience was relentless.

Su Tong’s heart stirred. In this world, America didn’t have Marvel Studios, nor was there a Terminator.

Heh, so many things to do in the future. The world’s waiting for me to change it.

Once the shock of Su Tong’s voice acting faded, the audience’s attention turned back to the story.

“This is so conflicted—I love both Lu Xueqi and Biyao. But Biyao, though kind-hearted, is from the demonic sect. Such a headache.”

“Brother, collect them all.” That was certainly the male viewers’ sentiment—who cared which was righteous or demonic, just bring them all into the harem.

However, those who’d read or heard “The Journey of Wukong” knew that with Su Tong’s character, there wouldn’t be any harem-building, let alone anything indecent.

That’s exactly why Biyao’s appearance left everyone so conflicted.

“Haha, I have a new song!” Su Tong clenched his fists, miming driving and swaying his body.

As expected, everyone looked at him with anticipation.

It had only been a month or so—of course he’d have a new song.

“A new song?”

“Another one that hasn’t been uploaded yet?”

Someone quickly searched the Qin Music Library, but couldn’t find any new songs by Nian Nujiao.

“Brother is the best—he always lets us have the first listen.”

“Brother, what’s the song? Give us a hint!”

“Anything from brother is bound to be a masterpiece.”