Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 364 Li Zhexian Meets the Storyteller, Just Like the Old Days of Tossing Coins for Rewards

From Lijia Village to the town.

They had to travel by horse-drawn carriage, enduring a bumpy ride.

On the road.

Only Li Zhexian knew this.

Li Family Village is located on the northern border of the Heavenly Dou Empire, far from the bustling imperial city, separated by the Star Dou Great Forest, but closer to the edge of the forest.

When the family arrived in the town.

From the temporary platform erected in the town center to the narrow streets and alleys, the area was already packed with people.

Although the scene was packed with people, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only the storyteller's voice, amplified by his soul power, echoed in the air with its intonation and rhythm.

They arrived too late.

Even with the Soul Master's telepathic message, the Li family, standing hundreds of meters away, couldn't hear it clearly.

Little Tiger rode on his father's shoulders, clutching the wooden sword and straining to look up, but he couldn't see anything.

He was about to pout and cry out loud.

The woman raised her eyebrows and showed her palm.

She was lenient with Xiaohu in other matters.

Whenever it involves Lord Jianjiu.

This rural woman couldn't tolerate even the slightest imperfection.

"Little Tiger, let's go."

Li Zhexian lightly lifted Xiaohu's collar with his right hand, and with a slight touch of his toes to the ground, his figure gracefully rose into the air.

He landed silently on the rooftop of a street, like a falling leaf, without disturbing a single tile.

Looking up, I saw the eaves of the two-story restaurant next to the high platform.

He moved again.

The coarse linen garment swept a gray shadow in the wind, and in an instant it stood firmly on the eaves.

"Wow! Big brother..."

"Shhh."

Li Zhexian shook his head in acknowledgment.

His series of leaps and bounds just now were completely silent and did not cause the slightest ripple in the crowd.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing a single word from the storyteller.

He leaned against the eaves.

He untied the wine pouch from his waist, tilted his head back, and took a sip.

This is homemade wine from farming families. They use leftover grains and some overripe fruit to brew a full vat, which they can drink from early summer to late winter.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, enjoyed this taste.

A thousand sour and bitter sensations, mixed with a hint of wildness that stung his throat, made him feel refreshed from head to toe.

He chewed on the lees.

Looking towards the storyteller on the high platform.

"This Lord Jianjiu..."

"Even the people in such a remote place respect and love him so much..."

He murmured to himself:
"He's really someone important."

Snapped--!
The gavel snapped.

The storyteller's voice echoed through the long street:
"As we discussed last time—"

"Lord Swordsman, you opened the gates of heaven with a single sword strike!"

"When Pope Bibidon looked up at the sky and saw the sword that could split the heavens rushing towards him, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body!"

He snapped his folding fan shut, slammed it against the edge of the table, and lowered his voice by three-tenths.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you say she is already half a god, so why do you still feel fear?"

"Oh, I see—"

"The sharpness of this sword made the Pope feel as if he had returned to several years ago, when he was nailed to the top of the sacred mountain by Lord Sword Wine with a single sword!"

"it is good!!!"

Loud cheers erupted from the streets and alleys.

Li Zhexian also clapped lightly along with the crowd.

however.

When the storyteller's voice rang out again.

The jubilation subsided quickly within a few breaths, and the entire arena returned to silence.

"No matter how much hatred Bibi Dong felt, under Lord Jianjiu's sword, her so-called divine body crumbled inch by inch!"

"Years later, Lord Jianjiu once again pierced Bibi Dong with his sword, pinning her to the bottomless abyss!"

"Lord Jianjiu, with his mortal body, forcefully pushed his secret techniques to reach the power of a god, but he has finally reached the end of his life!"

"Miss Zhuqing's lips spilled blood, causing many prodigies to weep bitterly, and even the elders with titles were moved to tears!"

"Then, with a 'whoosh,' hundreds of thousands of soldiers of Tiandou knelt down in unison, the sound of their weapons falling to the ground shaking the heavens and the earth!"

"A blood-red cloud suddenly appeared in the vast sky, yet it was as clear and radiant as crystal!"

"Where the clouds parted, blood blossoms rained down from the sky!"

"A thousand miles of crimson blossoms, all for Lord Jianjiu alone!"

The people all bowed their heads.

The streets and alleys were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. When the storyteller recounted how Lord Jianjiu's body turned into a blood mist, a wave of sorrow washed over me, making my chest feel constricted and my throat feel sore.

Those with shallow eyes began to sob softly.

"Lord Jianjiu!"

"How could such a brilliant and talented young man..."

"I heard the imperial city has commissioned a golden statue for Lord Jianjiu! Since Lord Jianjiu says he'll return in a year, we should commission even more golden statues!"

"That's right, with Lord Sword Wine's return, he's likely to become a god!"

On the eaves.

Li Zhexian slowly exhaled, gently rubbing his brow with his fingertips.

He felt increasingly that something was wrong with him.

Why do the stories told by storytellers always carry an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

"Where have I heard that before?"

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Making a living in a remote border town is difficult.

Apart from a few vendors throwing some Gintama coins onto the stage.

Most farmers could only offer copper soul coins; instead, they threw their own fruits, vegetables, and even eggs they had saved onto the platform.

Looking from afar.

Various crops surged toward the high platform like a tide, creating a truly spectacular scene.

The storyteller turned pale with fright.

If it weren't for the enthusiastic atmosphere among the crowd, I would have almost thought that I had ruined the event.

The Soul Master standing nearby also changed his expression slightly and hurriedly stepped in front of the storyteller.

As his soul power surged, it transformed into a large net, catching all the objects thrown at him.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, fellow villagers!"

The storyteller and the soul master wiped the thin layer of sweat from their foreheads and bowed repeatedly to the cheering crowd below the stage.

The two looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.

I remember when I first embarked on my storytelling journey.

Although it won't be to the point of encountering setbacks everywhere.

Hopefully, there aren't many people who would sit down and listen to the story of Jianjiu.

As they traveled, they were treated with great courtesy in every city they visited, and every household erected a golden statue in honor of Lord Jianjiu.

This recognition.

This made them both truly feel their own value.

"Now that we've finished talking about this town, let's move on to the next one."

"I will follow your instructions, sir."

on the eaves.

Li Zhexian took out a few copper soul coins that the Li family man had secretly slipped to him from his bosom.

This was originally intended to allow him to buy new clothes in town.

He flicked his finger.

The copper coin traced a dark gold arc.

It landed squarely on the storyteller's desk.

It keeps spinning.

For a moment, Li Zhexian was momentarily dazed as he withdrew his hand.

That familiar feeling came again.

Just like...

He has done this action many times.

The crisp sound on the desk made the storyteller look down.

Wait until you can see the spinning coin clearly.

He froze on the spot.

The lingering emotions from his storytelling performance now transformed into a warm current, bringing tears to his eyes.

He hurriedly looked up to search...

On the eaves of the two-story restaurant, a figure appeared as hazy as a mirage, his coarse linen clothes fluttering in the wind. The young man seemed to have a faint smile on his lips as he quietly gazed at him.

"Sir, everything is ready..."

Before the Soul Master could finish speaking, the storyteller was seen staring blankly into space.

He followed his gaze.

I also caught a glimpse of that dreamlike figure on the eaves.

Although I couldn't see the features clearly.

Yet, a sense of familiarity inexplicably welled up in my heart.

It can be instantaneous.

The figure was like a mirage.

Only a hazy imprint remains in my eyes...

(End of this chapter)