OFR – Chapter 63 Enter quietly.

But just as he was about to refuse, the man on the other end hurriedly said:

“Cold Lord, I came to you for something important. Please don’t refuse—it’s something that will benefit you greatly.”

The man named Zhao Zhi kept rambling on. After listening for a few minutes, Mu Bai finally understood what he was trying to say.

“You want me to be a shill?” Mu Bai sneered.

He had long heard rumors that livestream platforms secretly colluded with big guild families. What he hadn’t expected was that they would actually come knocking at his door.

But to be honest, he really didn’t care about this so-called 70% streamer rebate.

He spent real money and received virtual currency in return—it was an equal exchange. The rebate had no actual effect on him.

So all those so-called temptations had no appeal whatsoever.

“Cold Lord, you misunderstand! We’re not asking you to be a shill. We want a partnership. Don’t you want to sign your own streamers and, like the other major guilds, dominate the streaming world? You clearly have the strength—that’s why the official platform is reaching out to you.”

Zhao Zhi was talking non-stop, but before he could finish, a cold and impatient voice cut him off:

“Enough. I’m not interested.”

And with that, Mu Bai hung up.

Zhao Zhi, who had been about to say more, froze in place.

This was the first time someone had rejected Douyu’s offer of a 70% rebate.

“He said… he’s not interested? Not interested!”

When Zhao Zhi snapped back to his senses, he suddenly realized what such a blunt refusal implied.

It meant that Cold was so rich he didn’t care about rebates at all.

When this crazy thought entered his mind, Zhao Zhi found it hard to believe.

He had never imagined anyone could be this wealthy!

But this only deepened his conviction—Cold might truly be the one capable of sweeping away every guild on Douyu.

So Zhao Zhi became even more determined to continue pursuing him—not just for his own career advancement, but because he genuinely wanted to witness just how far the arrogance of the ultimate tycoon could go.

He casually opened the Douyu backend, already thinking about how to contact Cold again.

Zhao Zhi believed Cold was the one who could crush the guild system.

And indeed, he was right.

But what Zhao Zhi never expected was that this very decision would one day create a king even Douyu’s officials couldn’t control—a king whose voice alone dominated not just Douyu, but the entire livestreaming industry.

Years later, Zhao Zhi often wondered: if he and Douyu hadn’t tried to use Cold, would the streaming world ever have seen an era where one man ruled, and all others fell silent?

9 p.m., late at night.

Mu Bai was inside his mysterious space, which had now upgraded to Level 3.

Originally, he thought two million yuan worth of jade would be enough to push it to Level 4. Unexpectedly, it only just reached Level 3.

From this upgrade, he realized that each level required ten times more jade than the last.

It was costly—but in his eyes, worth every penny.

“Host page.”

As he whispered, a detailed status screen appeared before him:

• Host: Mu Bai
• Mystic Space Level: 3 (eight cultivation slots, time ratio: 40x faster than the outside world)
• Network Copper Coins: 550
• Network Silver Coins: 110
• Warehouse Storage: one Mystic Dice, one Platinum Arowana, four rare plants, six quasi-rare plants, 201 drops of Mystic Stream Water
• Planting Slots: empty
• 110 m² personal field: flower seedlings
• Daily Online Spending: none today
• Daily Sign-in: completed (tomorrow’s sign-in reward: 1000 copper coins)

The new level doubled both the planting slots and the time ratio, making cultivation far cheaper.

He had also just bought another 100 m² of personal field, planting flower seedlings for later sale.

After all, in six days, he had to buy three ultra-rare plants at the flower exhibition auction. Who knew how much that would cost?

Truthfully, he didn’t want to take on this “Spend Lavishly” mission.

One reason was that real-world purchases didn’t yield virtual currency—aside from the system’s reward of 5000 silver coins, it wasn’t worth it.

The other reason was that if he bought three ultra-rare plants in a high-profile auction, it would definitely attract attention.

The real world was not like the internet—investigation would mean trouble.

Because of these two concerns, Mu Bai remained hesitant.

But just then, glowing text from the system appeared before him:

“Ding! Host, don’t worry. Your information was encrypted when bound to the system. Unless you encounter an S-rank danger, you are safe. If an A-rank threat appears nearby, the system will automatically alert you. To unlock proactive scanning, upgrade to Level 4 and spend 50,000 silver coins.”

“Reminder: The secondary cultivation function from the Spend Lavishly task is one of the Mystic Space’s most important features. Please take it seriously.”

After reading this, Mu Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

So the system had already encrypted his identity.

Clearly, there were still many hidden functions waiting to be unlocked—he’d just have to explore them.

Now that his biggest worry was resolved, the flower auction was unavoidable.

The next few days, he had to use the Mystic Space to raise a massive amount of money.

Six days passed in a flash.

At 1 p.m., Mu Bai checked his phone for bank deposits and nodded in satisfaction.

Though busy, the profits were astonishing.

In just a few days, starting with 40 top-tier fry, he raised 19 supreme golden arowana and 11 supreme red arowana, selling at an average price of 2.3 million each—over 70 million yuan in profit.

Even more, he bred a mutated gold-red arowana and two quasi-rare red arowana, which he stored.

Flowers also brought big earnings.

With Level 3 space and its 20x time ratio, propagation cycles halved. In six days, he sold two cycles’ worth:

• 15 quasi-rare plants
• 39 super-rare plants
• 85 supreme plants
• plus 3 quasi-rare sold to Han Mengyun

Altogether, more than 60 million profit.

In just six days, Mu Bai had made over 100 million yuan.

But there was a catch—he hit the hidden cap on growth cards: max 300 basic or 30 intermediate per month. Beyond that, they were locked, forcing reliance on natural growth.

For the next ten days, he couldn’t use them at all.

Just then—ding dong.

A WeChat message came.

It was from Chen San, one of the organizers of the Nanjing Flower Exhibition Auction.

Mu Bai already knew the event well. Tickets were sold every year:

• 10,000 yuan for ground floor
• 100,000 yuan for a second-floor private box

He had bought a second-floor box.

Chen San: “Hello, this is your electronic invitation. At the VIP entrance, just scan it. Your box is No. 6. Since participation is anonymous, your alias will be ‘Young Master Leng.’ You may change it if you don’t like it.”

Mu Bai: “No need.”

He didn’t care about titles. After saving the invite, he logged off WeChat.

The exhibition would officially start at 3 p.m., but from Chen San he learned the three ultra-rare plants were reserved as the finale.

So Mu Bai wasn’t in a hurry—he planned to arrive later.