Chapter Thirty-Seven: Dawn in the Rainforest (End)

As for those chaotic comments, Zhang Ning automatically filtered them, seeing only the admiration for his vast knowledge, which secretly delighted him. Behind Zhang Ning operated a powerful force, a violent machine running for his benefit. Even without asking, he knew that Su Ye and Yu Zhong had certainly scoured the Rainy Forest for him, given it was his first live broadcast.

Moreover, Zhang Ning could consult the backend at any time, and the first thing he had restored was the library within the system. Now, it seemed as if he knew everything from the heavens above to the earth below. Even if the backend couldn't provide certain information for various reasons, Zhang Ning could spend his attention points to query the library, and his subordinates had long since grown numb with astonishment. They all believed their prince was truly unfathomable, perhaps with other sources of information, and blessed with a sharp mind, encyclopedic knowledge, and photographic memory.

Zhang Ning—could he even deny it? He could only keep silent and let them guess. With an impassive expression, he said, "Alright, now let's build a boat!"

He spoke casually as he chopped down three or four small trees, using his dagger to strip the bark into flexible strips. "We can use the bark to connect these trunks. Bark is very tough, and since I'm still young, these will be enough to hold my weight."

"Why does it seem like His Highness takes great pride in his youth?"

"Perplexing."

"Another lesson learned."

"When I was young, I always wanted to grow up."

"This looks so difficult..."

"Wouldn't drifting with a big log be the same?"

"Wow! His Highness is so skilled with his hands!"

"To the one above, people get tired!"

"Can you really build a boat yourself?"

"This is the first time I've heard of connecting trunks with bark. I always used rope. Was I a fool?"

"Doing such menial work yourself? So much for being an heir to the Sacred Land!"

"Are you a wealthy tycoon with a storage pouch? You brought enough rope to build a boat?!"

"Incredible, truly eye-opening!"

"Oh, last time building a raft was too troublesome, so I just pushed my way through!"

"To the one who pushed through, you must be at the Martial Pill stage! I dream of projecting internal energy!"

"This craftsmanship is insane! Am I the only one with clumsy hands?"

Zhang Ning hummed a tune inwardly.

Indeed, Zhang Ning’s boat-building skills had reached intermediate level—this was the benefit of abundant attention points! He didn’t need to slowly accumulate followers, fame, and attention points. From the very beginning, the Grand Heavenly Demon Sect had bestowed upon him enough points to fill a snow mountain!

Soon, Zhang Ning sat on the boat he had made himself, drifting along the widening river. By now, dawn had passed, and though the rainforest’s layered foliage made the sky nearly invisible, the increasing brightness made everything clearer, naturally inspiring hope. The comments were full of admiration and celebration.

Nature revealed its charm in that moment. From the untouched rainforest to the vast river, the fresh mist seemed to waft through the broadcast screen into the viewers’ noses. The sunlit scenery moved many, and the beautiful vistas of the Grand Heavenly Demon Sect’s territory filled them with an indescribable sense of belonging.

Finally, a return to civilization!

As the broadcast neared its end, survival was no longer the main task. Zhang Ning didn’t stop his explanations along the way; every bird, beast, fish, and plant in sight—he could name and describe them, delighting viewers as if they were hearing the wise admonitions of a lifelong elder from the Rainy Forest.

Zhang Ning gazed at an unusually colossal tree and said, "Look at its roots stretching out over the water! At least a thousand strands, right? A thousand white roots… Perhaps this patch of forest is just one tree! Someone guessed it—yes! The Thousand-Branch Tree! But listen to its countless titles—aren’t they quite similar to the nicknames of my Grand Heavenly Demon Sect?"

The comments immediately began discussing the myriad Demon Lord and the Umbrella Demon Emperor. Zhang Ning… had no common language with these sycophants!

Finally, Zhang Ning addressed the broadcast, "Everyone, see? Even when we've fallen to such a low point, we can still make it out! When your strength is weak and you're gravely injured, besides charging blindly, there are other ways—you don’t have to risk your life every time and leave things to fate! Of course, if you’re a disciple of the Grand Heavenly Demon Sect, we’ll always have your back! Usually, you won’t encounter such dangers. By the time you reach the Martial Pill stage, you should have been issued a full set of basic talismans, spirit treasures, and medicinal pills. Identifying directions and sending messages are trivial matters! And we value our disciples highly—the rescue teams we dispatched earlier prove everything."

Zhang Ning’s honest and forthright words sparked immense interest among many young viewers, not yet mature, in the cultivation resources he promised, and filled them with longing for the Grand Heavenly Demon Sect. Yet, it also enraged others, who wished they could bite Zhang Ning to death.

A young girl watching the broadcast was so furious she nearly shattered her silver teeth.

She was dressed in a delicate, charming style, her face pretty and lovable, her attire graceful and light. Yet in an instant, her temperament was utterly destroyed—she fiercely threw the priceless zither before her to the ground. "Such shamelessness! Using secret agents to brazenly steal my clan’s communication technique, and still so arrogant?! Using it for his broadcast, and boasting about the benefits of joining the Grand Heavenly Demon Sect?! Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!!!"

In her rage, she raked her hair, turning her hairstyle into the fashion of the Clan of Mourning Love. Her maid hurriedly said, "Miss, please calm down! This is the seven-string zither your father gave you, made from the eyelashes of a ten-thousand-year-old spirit turtle!"

The girl snapped, "I don't care! I'm furious! Burn this zither for me!"

Her maid and the other attendants looked at each other, not daring to dissuade her.

Just then, her beloved Lightfeather Crane elegantly approached and rubbed against her, as if to comfort her, but she didn’t calm down as usual. She was like a raging thunder barrel at the Tang Fortress: "Cook this stupid crane for me! Use the zither as firewood!"

The servants fell silent and actually began to obey her orders. Fortunately, this was a world where power reigned. If it were ancient times on Azure Water Star, such behavior would be condemned no matter how powerful her family was. But now, as long as the girl was strong enough, no one considered it improper.

She said, "Just asking Father to demand an explanation from the myriad Demon Lord isn’t enough! Zhang Ning… Zhang Ning! I’ll find him! That little thief—I’ll make him regret it so much he’ll offer up his heart to apologize to me!"