After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 269 Passing on a Message
Upon seeing the big black cat, it immediately cowered. Li Musheng narrowed his eyes, casually tossed the Hidden Kill Order to the big black cat, and said:

"Go play by yourself over there."

Then, he ignored the mischievous black cat and turned to look at the storyteller who was standing there dumbfounded.

The big black cat secretly glanced at Li Musheng and, seeing that he didn't seem to want him to block the assassins from the Hidden Kill Pavilion, immediately felt relieved.

Then his attention was drawn to the Hidden Killing Order. He opened his mouth, bit the rusty token, and jumped aside to fiddle with it by himself.

At this moment, Li Musheng looked at the old storyteller and slowly began to speak:

"Don't be nervous. You're not young enough to be easily frightened. If something happens, where will I go to get help from your Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?"

Upon hearing this, the old storyteller finally came to his senses.

He struggled to suppress the tremor in his heart, his lips moving stiffly as he asked in a trembling voice:
"Young master... are you really... that Eighth Prince?"

Although the old storyteller had already guessed Li Musheng's identity from the Hidden Kill Order and the young swordsman's attitude towards Li Musheng.

But he still couldn't believe that he would actually encounter the Eighth Prince of Dali, who had personally destroyed Luoshen Peak, here.

Therefore, his first reaction was to personally confirm Li Musheng's identity to ensure that his guess was correct.

Otherwise, he had reason to suspect that he had been suffering from hysteria and that it was all his imagination.

After all, as people get older, their minds inevitably become less sharp at times, which is quite possible.

At this moment, when faced with the old storyteller's question, Li Musheng pointed to himself and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"I'm not kidding, but with a face like mine, do you think you can find another prince as handsome as me?"

Upon hearing this, the old storyteller was visibly taken aback.

Previously, Li Musheng was the eighth prince of Dali, but he was unknown. Although the story of the real and fake princes was widely circulated in the martial arts world, the martial arts world did not pay much attention to this eighth prince.

Although the old storyteller was from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and knew Li Musheng fairly well because of another matter, he had never met him before.

However, having received Li Musheng's personal confirmation of his identity, the old storyteller had undoubtedly finally met the real Eighth Prince, who was destined to become famous throughout the world.

For a moment, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Li Musheng, then he solemnly bowed and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness is handsome and elegant, with a refined and dashing appearance. It is truly an honor for this old man to have the chance to see Your Highness in person!"

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng's expression changed, and he finally took a serious look at the old man in front of him.

That's right. Although I'm a bit older and there might be a generation gap, at least my eyesight isn't failing.

On the contrary, the other party's eyes are very sharp, which is commendable!

At this moment, the old storyteller, observing Li Musheng's expression, noticed that Li Musheng seemed to enjoy his praise.

He finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In those few short breaths, his entire back was already soaked with cold sweat.

After confirming Li Musheng's identity, the old storyteller immediately recalled his earlier attitude towards Li Musheng, an attitude that still made him shudder.

His first instinct was naturally to try and salvage the situation, hoping to improve his image in Li Musheng's eyes.

Although Li Musheng might not necessarily take action against him over such trivial matters, he was, after all, facing someone who had personally destroyed Fallen God Peak, so even the most cautious man couldn't be too careful. "I was blind just now, please forgive me, Your Highness."

The old storyteller spoke with a sincere expression, then suppressed the turmoil in his mind and asked:

"I wonder what Your Highness wishes the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion to do? If this old man can share Your Highness's burdens, I will certainly be willing to serve you with utmost loyalty."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng nodded with satisfaction. However, after pondering for a moment, he shook his head and said:

“My matter is neither a big deal nor a small one. You definitely can’t handle it by yourself. We need the help of your Tianji Pavilion.”

The old storyteller's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly replied:

"Please rest assured, Your Highness. If you have any requests, please feel free to inform me. I will certainly convey them to the Pavilion, and the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion will take Your Highness's requests seriously."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng didn't hesitate and immediately recounted his requests to the storyteller, including his desire to find the ancient divine beasts Fire Qilin, Azure Dragon True Qi, and Vermilion Bird, all of which were clearly somewhat ethereal.

To be honest, the reason why Li Musheng was willing to pay attention to the Hidden Killing Pavilion and took the initiative to approach the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was not only to search for traces of these divine beasts and to pursue the transcendence of martial arts.

He truly had no other excessive demands whatsoever. As for whether his demands were excessive or not, that was not within his consideration.

"By the way, if your Heavenly Mystery Pavilion has any clues about the key to the Heavenly Revelation Treasure, please let me know as soon as possible."

Li Musheng added another sentence.

However, upon noticing the obvious change in the old storyteller's expression, Li Musheng raised an eyebrow and said:

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who bullies others by relying on my power. You can go back and report to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. As long as you can provide useful clues, the Great Li Dynasty will definitely pay the corresponding reward."

In these words, Li Musheng did not mention that he and the Tianjin Guard would pay him a reward, since that was all his property.

His idea was actually very simple: if the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion really wanted a reward, then let them ask Emperor Yuanwu for it. Anyway, that old man is now rolling in money!

"It is my honor to serve Your Highness, and I will certainly not ask for any benefits."

The old storyteller immediately stated his position, but after hesitating for a moment, he continued:

"However, the matter Your Highness wishes to handle is indeed beyond my ability to assist. This matter must be reported to the Pavilion, and the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion will do its utmost to search for clues for Your Highness."

Hearing this, Li Musheng waved his hand and said:

"There's no time to lose, so go and get this done now. I hope that when I return to Shangyang City, I'll hear good news from your Tianji Pavilion."

The old storyteller immediately nodded in agreement. However, he glanced at Li Musheng, hesitated for a moment, but still began to speak:

"It is truly an extraordinary stroke of luck that I have met Your Highness here. In order to avoid the disbelief of my words in the pavilion, I humbly request Your Highness to leave some proof."

"In this way, the cabinet will not misinterpret the information I have reported, so as not to delay Your Highness's affairs."

Upon hearing this, Li Musheng glanced at the old storyteller, thought for a moment, and felt that what he said made sense.

Immediately, a thought struck him, and he casually reached out and grabbed a tuft of cat hair from the big black cat.

Then, with a gentle wave, the tuft of cat hair silently drifted down in front of the old storyteller.

(End of this chapter)