The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

What happened next was beyond Huang Zhen's comprehension.

Wei Xiaobao's cursing angered the salt smugglers, who then attacked him.

He crawled under the man's crotch and pinched him hard, causing injury.

Huang Zhen was speechless at such despicable tactics.

This storybook is actually about this kind of story?

In other stories, the protagonists are all wise and mighty heroes.

How did the protagonist become an even more despicable scoundrel than a hooligan here?

As he pondered, he glanced at Fang Shengdong beside him, somewhat puzzled.

Fang Shengdong, who had just been furious, was now completely calm.

Hearing the scoundrel's vicious curses, he grinned and laughed happily, as if he didn't find anything wrong with it at all.

Huang Zhen thought for a moment and then realized what was going on.

This guy doesn't seem to think the kid is the main character at all, does he?

Huang Feihong listened attentively as well.

However, his attention was focused on the fighting techniques of Mao Shiba and the salt smuggler.

Through Liu Che's description, he also saw the battle between Mao Shiba and the salt smuggler in his hallucination.

Watching Mao Shiba's single-handed sword strikes, he already had a guess.

This man's swordsmanship is powerful and sweeping, likely the Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Sword style from Taizhou in Jiangbei.

This sword technique emphasizes offense over defense, yet it is quite powerful.

However, the man was injured and unable to unleash his full power, which is why he was injured by the salt smuggler.

Fortunately, the scoundrel was loyal enough to push the salt smuggler away, saving his life.

But the man was too badly injured to escape…

Suddenly, he noticed something and looked at Aunt Thirteen beside him.

But I saw that Aunt Thirteen was pursing her lips and frowning.

"What's wrong?"

He spoke up with concern and inquired.

"It's nothing."

Aunt Thirteen shook her head, sighed, and then asked, "Do you all have to fight like this when you roam the martial world?"

It turned out that she was frightened by the bloody scenes during the fight because the illusion created by Liu Che was too realistic.

"No, not exactly."

Huang Feihong couldn't bear to tell her the truth, so he gently comforted her: "No one would risk their life unless absolutely necessary."

But in the kind of situation depicted in the story, there's no other way but to fight desperately.

"It's really not easy..."

Aunt Thirteen sighed and then asked in confusion, "If this man is not a member of the Heaven and Earth Society, why is he still fighting the salt smugglers?"

The salt smugglers causing trouble for the Heaven and Earth Society has nothing to do with him. Is he stupid?

As soon as she said this, Huang Feihong was about to explain when he heard Huang Zhen speak up from the side.

He didn't look at Aunt Thirteen, but at the stage, and said in a deep voice, "This is not stupidity, it is something more noble than self-preservation."

Sometimes, living in this world isn't just about surviving; it's about pursuing things that are more important than life itself.

Thirteenth Aunt didn't understand what he was saying, but she didn't ask any further questions.

Huang Zhen, however, seemed to be talking to himself, and said in a low voice, "Life is what I desire, and righteousness is also what I desire."

"If one cannot have both, one must choose righteousness over life."

Aunt Thirteen did not react to these words.

But Huang Feihong was shocked when he heard this, and felt a surge of heat flow through his body, filling him with power.

"Brother Huang..."

He has been feeling uneasy ever since he sat down.

But as soon as Huang Zhen said those words, his anxiety and worry vanished instantly.

Why would he risk his life to agree to join the Hongmen?

Isn't he just like the man in the story, pursuing something more precious than life itself?

Brother Huang is right!

What's there to be afraid of?

They rose up in resistance for the sake of their fellow countrymen, sacrificing their lives for righteousness!

At worst, I'll just have to end it all quickly!

It's better than hiding in Po Chi Lam, watching our compatriots suffer, and being powerless to help!

Huang Zhen patted his arm: "Listen to the audiobook."

Huang Feihong nodded, sat up straight, and his body no longer swayed.

On the storytelling stage, Liu Che channeled the power of his seven emotions, and the story unfolded rapidly from his lips.

Mao Shiba scared away the salt smugglers, but was too badly injured to continue and decided to leave.

He was worried about getting involved with Wei Xiaobao, so he refused to let Wei Xiaobao help him up.

However, Wei Xiaobao had listened to storytellers recount stories of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, and Heroes of the Ming Dynasty in teahouses since he was a child. He admired the heroes in the books and therefore followed their example, putting righteousness first and insisting on seeing Mao Shiba off.

He escorted Mao Shiba out of the city and even pretended to mourn Mao Shiba, tricking the salt smugglers who were following him into coming forward and helping Mao Shiba kill the salt smugglers.

His actions earned Huang Zhen's silent approval.

Although this kid is a scoundrel, he's not inherently bad, and he's incredibly clever. No wonder he was sent to the palace as an undercover agent.

But Fang Shengdong, standing to the side, frowned and muttered, "Why are you still talking about this little rascal?"

He was a man of bold and generous character and greatly admired Mao Shiba's actions.

But he couldn't stand Wei Xiaobao, that kind of scoundrel who would pinch people's testicles and lie through his teeth.

However, the plot of the story had no say in his own life.

Liu Che had inadvertently steered the conversation toward Wei Xiaobao.

This essentially confirms his identity as the protagonist.

But Fang Shengdong and the others hadn't reacted yet.

Their attention was all on Mao Shiba.

Inside the incense burner, two-thirds of the [Seven Emotions Assistance] incense powder had already burned.

Liu Che felt that the rate at which his internal energy and blood were being generated was almost outpacing their consumption.

Even with the assistance of the Seven Emotions, he has only just entered the Dao and cannot speak for very long.

So he sped up and told the story of Mao Shiba coming to Desheng Mountain and fighting against Wu Dapeng, the Cloud-Moving Hand, and Wang Tan, the Mountain-Opening King, with his double-pen swords.

Upon hearing that Mao Shiba was injured but still came to the duel as agreed, and even fought two opponents at once, Fang Shengdong was extremely excited and wished he could take his place.

After learning that Wu Dapeng and Wang Tan were members of the Heaven and Earth Society, while Mao Shiba was not a member of the Heaven and Earth Society but only acted righteously in the brothel because he admired Chen Jinnan, the leader of the Heaven and Earth Society, Mao learned that Wu Dapeng and Wang Tan were members of the Heaven and Earth Society.

Not only did Wu Dapeng and Wang Tan admire him greatly, but Fang Shengdong couldn't help but cheer loudly, almost slamming his hand on a table.

Fortunately, he reacted just in time to bring his hand down.

So he tilted his hand and slapped Lin Juesheng's thigh next to him.

Lin Juesheng reacted quickly, unfolding his folding fan and fanning himself.

A breeze carrying the aroma of tea was blown toward Fang Shengdong.

Upon contact with this gust of wind, Fang Shengdong's hand, which had been falling, strangely drew a circle and instead rose upwards, slapping towards his own face.

But as he moved the folding fan, Fang Shengdong had already noticed it. He used his other hand to block the wrist of the raised right hand.

Boom!

The two arms collided, like two sticks hitting each other.

Fang Shengdong glared at Lin Juesheng with displeasure: "Can't I even slap my thigh?"

Lin Juesheng calmly waved his folding fan: "You should pat yourself down."

Liu Che, who was on stage, read his story and observed everything.

He glanced at Lin Juesheng without showing any emotion, a slight surprise in his heart.

This person is actually a sixth-rank beggar in plain clothes?