Chapter 13 Skill Upgrade
Translator: 549690339
[–You’ve received a campfire rack!]
[Fire Pile *1]
[Now it’s got that ga vibe!]
[Success!]
[Master Fang rules (voice crack)!]
[I got so scared, I hurriedly grabbed the lighter next to and lit a cigarette to calm my nerves, (づ￣ 3￣)y~~.]
[Master Fang: Ni Zuokai]
As the flas successfully ignited, another wave of bullet comnts and gifts stread across the screen in celebration; Bi Fang glanced at the backstage analytics and saw that the viewer count had stabilized at over two hundred!
Aweso!
Bi Fang excitedly clenched his fist, his palms aching from being rubbed raw, but it was all worth it.
[Followed, the strear is a hidden gem]
[Idiot, didn’t even bring a lighter, what’s the point of social progress then? Just showing off!]
[Caught a dumb dog live]
[Ever heard of wilderness survival?]
[You again? You got roasted and still haven’t left? Shocking, my true fans are right beside ?]
That Heifeng again?
Bi Fang paused upon seeing the argunt in the comnts, recalling that it was the sa person who had been trolling before, claiming they wouldn’t watch, yet they were the most frequent comnter.
Is this what they call a ‘hate watcher’? Love it.
“Thank you for your support, everyone, but the Hand Drill thod for starting a fire is quite challenging for beginners, it’s tough to get a fire started, and it can easily cause blisters. Next ti, I will teach you easier thods like the bow drill and the pump drill.”
Bi Fang picked up so of the prepared branches, broke them into smaller pieces, and tossed them into the fire, enjoying the spread of warmth over his body and the sensation of the cold being driven away.
“However, although we’ve got the fire going, we haven’t prepared enough firewood, so I’ll go gather so more from nearby soon.”
[Why use damp wood?]
“Ah, this viewer is very astute,” Bi Fang noted the question, “That’s because damp wood burns longer, which ensures that the fire won’t go out overnight.”
“But before I leave, we need to make sure the fire pit is far from any other flammable materials to prevent forest fires, which is also why I dug the pit in advance.”
“Also, I want to remind everyone that unless tree cutting is allowed in this area, you can only pick up dead branches from the ground for the fire.”
“The conflict between human survival and environntal conservation actually doesn’t exist, as long as one is willing.”
Bi Fang stood up and offered one last earnest piece of advice towards the cara.
[Strears who protect the environnt are so cool! Instant fan]
[Civilization starts with each of us; safety relies on everyone!]
[Master Fang is so ticulous, he even thinks about protecting the environnt while surviving in the wild, quality strear, deserves a like]
[First ti seeing such a positive strear.]
“Haha, you flatter , truly,”
Bi Fang, feeling embarrassed, touched the back of his head and chuckled.
“The best material for damp wood is fresh branches from trees like oak that have hard wood.”
Large pieces of damp wood were still easy to find in the forest and almost without wandering away from sight of the fire’s light, Bi Fang managed to collect enough large pieces of wood to last the night.
“As the fire pit is outdoors, it’s easily affected by the wind, so after we add the damp wood, we can cover the burning coals with a layer of dry soil to prevent too much oxygen from entering and causing the coals to burn too fast.”
“During this process, make sure that the soil doesn’t contain any dry leaves, grass, or other flammable materials to avoid accidents.”
After adding the damp wood, the fire pit crackled loudly.
The warm glow of the fire dissipated the chill of the mountains and made one drowsy.
Perhaps due to being busy all day, Bi Fang, having finished setting up the camp, was still hungry but definitely felt tired; he crawled into the shelter, used his backpack as a pillow, and prepared to rest.
He placed the drone in front of him, agreed to several generous fans’ friend requests, then waved his hand to indicate that he was about to end the live stream.
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“It’s getting late; I need to rest. If you like my show, please follow . I’ll continue the live broadcast tomorrow morning. Welco to tune in,”
[Hey, it’s just past eight, isn’t it a bit early?]
[Yeah, keep streaming for a bit more; other hosts are just starting.]
“I really can’t keep going. I’ve been on the road all day, and I’m genuinely exhausted,” Bi Fang said with difficulty.
[Alright then, have an early rest, host. I’ll definitely be here tomorrow!]
[Okay then.]
[Forgive the host.]
Although many viewers indeed didn’t want to part, they could still empathize with Bi Fang; after all, live streaming as a Wilderness Survivalist is different from playing gas all night without trouble.
Watching his viewers send another wave of gifts, Bi Fang expressed his gratitude and then, amidst their reluctant farewells, turned off the live stream.
From the backend, he could see that his channel’s following had already exceeded five hundred. During the broadcast hours, the number kept rising, peaking at nearly seven hundred viewers, with the gifts amounting to an impressive total of nearly ten thousand in revenue.
One day’s live stream was equivalent to the original owner’s monthly salary!
However, Bi Fang didn’t let it get to his head; he alone knew how tough today had been.
His physical foundation was too poor, and although he had gone through a crash training course for a week, due to poverty, there was no dietary support, no proper protein intake, so the exercise effects weren’t good. Even with his extensive Foot Orienteering experience, he frequently ran out of breath not long into his treks, and now his legs were also incredibly sore and weak.
But he never showed any of this to his audience, even pretending to be at ease.
All of this was to create a persona. From the beginning, Bi Fang aid to build his image as a wilderness expert, from his tone to his actions, all portraying the deanor of soone who’d fought many battles.
He knew that with a the like wilderness live streaming, once there is a precedent, there will be imitators, just like the myriad of Wilderness Survival shows that erged in his previous life.
With a professional persona, when people see the sa kind of program next ti, they will inherently think of Bi Fang as the first in the field, and they will compare, then the old fans will stick around and new fans will be attracted, creating a virtuous cycle.
It’s like how people always comnt that soone in a new Wilderness Survival show is nowhere near as good as Bear Grylls or Grandpa De.
People like to see the strong conquering nature, not the weak struggling within it.
And how could a “Wilderness Expert” possibly look frail?
That wouldn’t make sense.
Bi Fang lay on the dry leaves, gazing up at the stars beyond his shelter, unattainable constellations, reflecting on his performance and areas to improve while thinking about how to do better tomorrow.
The stars are so bright.
Bi Fang squinted his eyes, stretching away all of his fatigue.
The night in the Qinling Mountains was far more beautiful than in the city, lying between heaven and earth, breathing seed to fall into rhythm with the flickering stars.
Lonely yet free.
Carrying a whirl of thoughts, Bi Fang slipped deeply into sleep.
The next day.
As the early morning sun rose, Bi Fang opened his eyes, stretched his body, and with a series of cracking sounds, felt a wave of refreshing comfort.
Perhaps because he had just woken up, his mind was still a bit foggy, until the sound of the Cuckoo’s courting coos outside his shelter made him realize he was still in the wilderness, his pupils instantly focused.
“Phew–”
I really don’t know if I’m just thick-skinned or naturally suited for the wild, but I was able to sleep so soundly outdoors all alone.
Bi Fang rubbed his face and walked out of the shelter.
The morning in the Qinling Mountains was still a bit chilly; he tightened his coat.
The fire in front of the shelter had died out, emitting wisps of dry smoke.
Picking up a stick and stirring it, the charred wood at the bottom instantly snapped in two, sending up a flurry of sparks and charcoal dust.
Bi Fang nodded to himself; it was good that there were still embers left, and with a bit of tinder, he could quickly start a fire again.
Picking up the drone, he started another live stream.
Just as he was about to greet the audience, a sudden electronic tone sounded.
[Ding, congratulations to the host, the Skill of Foot Orienteering has been upgraded, current level: Foot Orienteering lv4]
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