The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

"Huang Feihong was injured by the woman and felt resentful. He stepped forward to attack again, but was kicked and struck, and was knocked to the ground in a few moves..."

As Liu Che described the fight between the two in the story, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The ability to create an immersive experience consumes a tremendous amount of energy and blood.

He had only spoken this much when he felt completely exhausted, as if he had run more than ten kilometers.

However, he could feel that the people around him were all emitting a trace of energy, which was flowing into his body and helping him recover his strength.

These energies were all different, and in his eyes, they even appeared in different colors.

This is the power of the seven emotions that only a storyteller can experience and see.

Most of the energy emanating from the people present was fiery red, representing joy.

This shows that they genuinely enjoyed the story and had a great time listening to it.

The energy emanating from Wong Fei-hung also contained a trace of dark yellow energy, which represented longing.

When we were talking about Huang Linying, he had the most dark yellow energy, which means he was missing his deceased father.

When he expressed his dissatisfaction with Liu Che's script for him to flirt with girls, a hint of cyan appeared in his energy.

The cyan color represents anger, indicating that he was indeed somewhat unhappy about the plot, but that dissipation has now subsided.

This energy is the nourishment for the storyteller.

Whether using one's abilities or recording stories, the power of the seven emotions is required.

Moreover, the stronger one becomes and the higher one's rank, the more power of the seven emotions one needs in the later stages.

That image of Zhang Fei's "heroic spirit" was created using the power of the seven emotions.

However, Chen Xiangwan's strength was too weak to withstand too much of the power of the seven emotions, so the strength of her [Heroic Soul] was not strong either. It was shattered after only a few moves with Liu Che.

If it were the "Heroic Soul" from Han Qianlin's own story, it could at least hold its own against Liu Che's Grandmaster Fist Intent for several hundred rounds.

Absorbing the power of everyone's seven emotions, Liu Che narrated the plot while immersing himself in the illusionary world.

In the illusionary world, he was like a transparent bystander, observing the fight between Wong Fei-hung and the old woman.

If he wished, he could at any time project his consciousness into one of the opponents to experience the changes in their internal strength and the details of their boxing techniques during combat.

You might even have the opportunity to learn this person's boxing style.

However, in the eyes of this martial arts master, there was nothing worth learning from their skills.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered something.

Substituting one side doesn't make much sense, but what if he substitutes both sides?

With that in mind, he immediately began to try it.

If you want to involve both sides, you have to be able to do two things at once.

It's like playing rock-paper-scissors with yourself...

Suddenly, his thoughts turned to him, and his consciousness instantly entered two illusions.

Meanwhile, the battle between the illusions did not stop.

He watched as the old woman kicked out a zigzag backflip, swiftly aiming for his face.

But he could also see that he was about to kick his opponent in front of him.

At the same time, his master-level boxing intent immediately reacted.

A fighting spirit is rising!

His combat experience with the master's boxing style allowed him to quickly twist his body and dodge.

But he knew he could dodge, so he immediately changed his tactics.

So fast?!

Seeing his own change of tactics, he was startled and immediately changed the direction of his dodge.

Seeing that he had changed his direction of evasion, he changed his move again, intercepting the attack from the front...

In an instant, it felt as if he had engaged in hundreds of battles with himself.

This lightning-fast confrontation brought him unprecedented life-or-death pressure.

His vital energy was completely drained in an instant.

Then, everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted.

"Oh dear!"

He heard Aunt Thirteen scream, but it was as if he were looking through a pane of glass, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly woke up.

When he regained consciousness, he realized that he had almost fainted in the chair.

Wong Fei-hung was giving him a massage, while Aunt Thirteen was feeding him ginseng tea.

Chen Xiangwan, standing to the side, looked worried and was radiating a rich white energy that was continuously flowing into his body.

That represents the power of the seven emotions, namely worry.

Chen Xiangwan was using this method to help him recover.

"She's awake! She's awake!"

Aunt Thirteen exclaimed with delight when she saw Liu Che wake up.

Am I almost going insane?

Liu Che recalled what happened in the illusionary world, feeling a lingering fear.

"You've just entered the path of cultivation, and after finishing carving the storybook, you've used your skills for too long, depleting your energy and blood, which is why you fainted."

Chen Xiangwan reminded him with concern, "That's enough for today. Don't talk for too long at once, or your body won't be able to take it."

Thank you.

Liu Che thanked her, but he didn't believe it was for the reason Chen Xiangwan had given him.

He seemed to be in good condition just now.

With the support of the emotions of everyone present, he felt he could continue speaking for another incense stick's time.

He was trying to immerse himself in the two characters' actions, fighting against himself, which instantly drained his vital energy and caused him to faint.

This kind of distraction consumes too much of his energy and blood; his body can't handle it right now.

But he still remembers that moment, the state of his fist bursting with intent.

It was so much fun!

He hadn't had such a satisfying battle in a long time.

In his previous life, after he advanced to the rank of [Martial Arts Grandmaster], his strength growth stagnated.

The main reason is that he doesn't know what conditions are needed for a [Martial Arts Grandmaster] to advance further.

A secondary reason was that he couldn't find any martial arts masters to spar with and gain experience from.

But now, he can fight himself in the illusionary world.

This was an experience he had never had before.

This was the first time he had faced himself head-on.

This was also the first time I had such a clear understanding of my strength as a [Martial Arts Grandmaster].

I never imagined I was this strong in my past life!

He will not give up this method of distraction.

The person who knows him best is himself.

This invaluable combat experience will definitely allow his master fist intent to improve rapidly once again!

"Mr. Chen is right."

Huang Feihong took Liu Che's pulse and said with concern, "Your qi and blood were severely depleted just now. Luckily you were here with my clinic, which has plenty of medicine to help you replenish it, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

"Thank you, Master Huang. I'm so sorry, I startled you."

Liu Che smiled and looked around.

The members of the militia comforted him, saying, "Brother Liu, you're too kind. It's good that you're alright."

"It's getting late, you can all leave now that you've eaten your fill."

Huang Feihong stood up and said, "I'll brew some medicine for Brother Liu. He'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

The story was only halfway through when the militia members were still not satisfied.

However, they dared not disobey their master, so they all said goodbye to Liu Che and left.

After drinking a bowl of herbal soup at Baozhilin, Liu Che left Baozhilin and returned to the inn.

In the inn room, A-Wu waited.

Upon seeing Liu Che return, he got up and pulled a bag of blood-stained silver dollars from under the bed: "Brother, I killed that man, and I got the silver dollars back."