Chapter 20
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Chapter 20: Title
Ultimately, the live broadcast managed to alarm high-ranking officials within the Kingdom of England.
With police unable to enter for rescue operations, Sheriff Blake demanded reinforcements while questioning whether their nation possessed special departments. The incident rapidly ascended through bureaucratic channels.
This situation could no longer be dismissed as mere show effects.
After reaching England’s highest echelons, the cabinet and Prime Minister convened, unanimously agreeing to suspend the live program.
Zhongxia received this notification almost immediately.
In the Special Bureau’s meeting room, several attendees unconsciously exhaled in relief.
"England terminated the live stream three minutes ago. Instruct video platforms to issue notifications and contain public reactions," Director Yan Hua commanded.
"Information Section 2 staff will work overtime—steer public discourse and censor sensitive material."
As Yan Hua spoke, those present suddenly froze, their astonished gazes locked on the screen behind him.
Frowning at their reaction, he demanded, "What’s happening?"
"Director, observe the screen," stated Lin Jing, Chief of Analysis Section 3, with controlled composure.
Yan Hua turned to find the broadcast still ongoing, though now displayed through an unfamiliar interface that inexplicably tugged at his memory.
"This isn’t our internal network," growled the ashen-faced Chief of Information Section 2, fingers flying across his keyboard. "Our systems were breached, redirecting to this streaming site."
The intrusion constituted an unforgivable humiliation for their newly formed department of handpicked elites.
"It’s Yunlang Weibo’s live platform," Lin Jing identified instantly, eyes narrowing at new developments. "Observe the feed—England’s original broadcast cameras were hacked. Someone’s maintaining transmission through alternative means."
His initial disappointment at losing coverage vanished, replaced by awe at this audacious cyber intrusion—not merely against national security networks, but globally distributed streams.
"My phone automatically switched to Yunlang Weibo five minutes after the blackout," Lin Jing noted, lifting his muted recording device. "Seamless transition suggests planned infiltration, not spontaneous hacking."
"Chief Liang," he addressed the screen’s relentless feed, "trace this live account. Yunlang Weibo streams require Identity Card-verified profiles."
"Investigating now," Liang An confirmed with a terse nod.
Yan Hua’s stormy expression deepened as his attention fixed on the displayed username—Xiao Tianji. The director mentally scoffed at such theatrical pseudonymity.
Forensic analysis revealed staggering details: within five minutes of England’s shutdown, every remaining viewer had been funneled into "Xiao Tianji’s" Weibo stream. The audience count kept swelling as news proliferated.
"Xiao Tianji—’Comprehending celestial mechanisms,’" Lin Jing murmured, accessing the barren Weibo profile. Only three elements occupied the page: the enigmatic name, a signature line, and an avatar featuring exquisite calligraphy.
Though no calligraphy connoisseur, Lin Jing recognized masterful brushwork—fluid strokes proclaiming "secrets of heaven cannot be disclosed" beneath the XIAO TIANJI moniker. The deliberate mysticism captivated him until sudden vertigo nearly dashed his forehead against the table, barely thwarted by a stabilizing hand.
"Liang An, any progress on shutting down the live stream?" Yan Hua’s voice deepened as he watched both the viewer count and the screen’s increasingly sensitive content escalate.
"I can’t access any data—it’s like this broadcast doesn’t exist. His skills surpass mine." Liang An abandoned his futile efforts with a bitter chuckle.
"Director, we should contact Yunlang Weibo to terminate their main server. There’s no other way to end this."
After a moment’s contemplation, Yan Hua nodded. "Dispatch a team immediately. Stress the urgency of full cooperation."
Having evolved from a domestic platform to a global entity over three decades, Yunlang Weibo’s server shutdown would disrupt millions worldwide—an unprecedented blow to user experience. Yet as a Zhongxia-based enterprise, compliance with national directives remained non-negotiable.
Unlike nations swayed by corporate interests, Zhongxia’s authority prevailed. Despite Yunlang Weibo’s compliance in disconnecting servers, Xiao Tianji’s defiant broadcast persisted.
The Special Bureau’s operation collapsed spectacularly. The platform’s crash ironically amplified the live stream’s virality, skyrocketing Augustus—the cross sword-wielding monster slayer—and Waylin, the Six Hundred Years old aristocratic ghost, to global fame.
As the transmission ended, digital wildfires ignited across forums.
"Speak your minds," Yan Hua commanded, scanning the meeting room. "Lin Jing, I need projections on this incident’s fallout and a comprehensive profile of Xiao Tianji. He’s clearly no ordinary hacker."
"Maintain our strategy of muddying public discourse through indirect channels," advised Lin Jing, Chief of Analysis Section 3. "Official statements would backfire if new developments emerge."
"Our previous 1018 incident debunking backfired precisely because of current events. Further denials would only fuel conspiracy theories."
"Inaction seems irresponsible," Yan Hua countered, though acknowledging the logic.
"With the situation fluid, restraint is prudent." Lin Jing withheld his gravest concern—that seven days since the 1018 incident had already spawned multiple crises, rendering premature explanations potentially disastrous.
"Regarding Xiao Tianji, let Division 2 establish contact. Cooperation would be ideal, but…" Lin Jing’s resigned shrug spoke volumes. Despite his Special Bureau training, these paranormal challenges defied conventional solutions.
"The account’s October 18 registration date directly references the 1018 incident. This timing isn’t coincidental."
Lin Jing highlighted the avatar’s hypnotic properties before concluding, "His deliberate choice of Yunlang Weibo and focus on England’s supernatural events suggest sustained activity. With thirty million organic followers and dominating the trending list, he’s become an unstoppable phenomenon."
In England’s moonlit castle corridors, reality reasserted itself. Augustus stared at his shrunken cross sword pendant, its residual holy light echoing ancestral tales of divine power. Beside him, Waylin dissolved into her gemstone sanctuary, spectral form exhausted.
Authorities swiftly detained all witnesses, including the production crew, concluding the globally sensational broadcast.
To Ye Linlang in her alternate space command center, this merely concluded Act Two. As dawn tinged Zhongxia’s skies, she dismissed holographic monitors with a weary gesture. "System, compile phase metrics." The real performance, she knew, had barely begun.
Above the mortal realm, constellations gleamed like celestial spectators awaiting the next curtain rise.
