Only after unifying the world did I realize that immortals existed in this world.

"Snapped!"

As the gavel fell, the storyteller stood before the stage, spittle flying from his mouth:

"That night, the silver moon shone like a chain, and the desert was covered in frost! Two armies faced each other. On one side was a peerless overlord, his heavy armor of black iron swallowing the cold stars, his blade dominating the eight wastelands, leading a million mighty soldiers, his might sweeping across ten thousand miles. On the other side was a young hero destined by heaven, his jade-like face accentuated by a red tassel, his sword pointing towards the sun and moon, with only three or six remaining riders, yet he remained fearless. These two met on the battlefield—before the cold blades were drawn, the exchange of their eyes was enough to shatter the sky and make the stars tremble!"

"A fierce battle at midnight, a tit-for-tat confrontation."

"The Overlord charged forward on horseback, spear in hand, like a thunderbolt, his massive sword, weighing a hundred pounds, seemingly capable of cleaving mountains. He had only two or three personal guards by his side, yet Xue Pingrong showed no fear. He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and a streak of fire shot straight into the sky..."

……

The storyteller was engrossed in his tale, and the diners listened with great satisfaction, their shouts of approval echoing from time to time.

This storytelling is a unique skill here, but it doesn't tell old stories; instead, it's a fictional tale created by the shopkeeper himself, and you can only hear it here.

As for who the protagonist in the book is, although the surnames are different, those who know, know.

After listening for a few moments, the cultivators realized what was going on and began to sneer and discuss among themselves: "Senior brother, this emperor really knows how to boast, even having books written to praise himself!"

Clearly, this is a story about an emperor unifying the world, but how much of it is exaggerated is hard to say.

The visiting monks couldn't understand the meaning of peace for the common people, nor could they comprehend their feelings for the emperor. They only heard this somewhat exaggerated story and found it rather amusing.

They didn't lower their voices during their conversation, and several diners at the next table frowned slightly upon hearing it.

You may not worship His Majesty, but what are you? What have you done? What gives you the right to mock him in such a sarcastic tone?

It is said that the shopkeeper here had received a favor from that person in his early years and revered him as a god. He was a die-hard fan, and now that the world is at peace, he has taken up his brush and ink to write stories to promote his achievements.

He hadn't followed Xie Cangrong on his conquests and expansion, nor did he know many of the details, so he could only rely on his imagination. Anyway, it was a fabricated legend; believe it if you want, or don't, just enjoy the spectacle.

That man ended the chaos, unified the land, governed with benevolence, and established strict laws. He himself was diligent, not arrogant or licentious, and did not oppress the people; no bad rumors about him circulated. After three years in power, the world was at peace, and the people emerged from hell to live human lives again.

It's not surprising that so many people in the world respect that person.

The food at this restaurant is excellent, and the owner's storytelling is superb. Diners come here to enjoy the delicacies and fine wine, and even if they don't idolize Xie Cangrong, they simply enjoy hearing a novel story.

After all, this book is only available here. The shopkeeper is a brilliant writer, and the book is updated in real time, so you can enjoy the pleasure of reading it.

Xie Cangrong was aware of this matter, and he actually felt somewhat embarrassed.

However, he did not feel that he was anything despicable, that he needed to cover up other people's mouths, or worry about the opinions of the world.

Everyone is a symbol of history. In times of prosperity, one can naturally dominate the world and act with impunity, but what happens after the long years have passed? Perhaps they will all be nothing but a handful of dust. What right do they have to stop others from judging them? Whether it's merit or demerit, they have no regrets. As long as they don't harbor any intention to cause chaos, they can say whatever they want. They don't mind sharing the joy with the people.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu curled his lip and said, "He's just an ordinary person."

Lu Junfeng is clear-headed, but the other cultivators may not be.

They grew up in another world, in another culture, and their beliefs are deeply ingrained.

They are cultivators, and it is only right that they are superior to others. Even the emperors of dynasties, who are extremely wealthy and respected, are still just ordinary people with weak power who cannot withstand the passage of time. When they see them, they may respectfully address them as "Immortal Master".

A century later, the cultivators remained as radiant as ever, while the emperors were nothing but withered bones in their tombs.

The people here are unsophisticated and disrespectful to them. Shi Yu has suffered repeated setbacks since arriving here, and he remembers all of these frustrations.

So what if Liu Bingxuan apologized?

Only when the confident and arrogant man on the throne bowed his head to him could Shi Yu finally feel relieved!

As the wine enters the throat, its delightful aroma unfolds between the lips and teeth.

He still looked disgusted: "It's nowhere near as good as the Immortal Dew brewed by my master."

Is it good?

It tastes delicious! Although the Great Xia Dynasty does not possess extraordinary power, many of its creations far surpass those of their mortal dynasties.

But no matter what, it can't compare to our celestial nectar.

Several junior brothers chimed in, "Hehe~ Senior brother, what are you saying? How can these mundane things compare to the nectar brewed by our immortal sect elders?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding diners frowned even more.

If you don't like it, then what will you drink?

They have to belittle others to elevate themselves.

These arrogant and boastful oddballs, I wonder where they came from.

Several diners couldn't contain themselves, snorted, and left their seats to find other places.

Fighting isn't worth it, but it's better to stay away from them.

The monks, with their keen senses, naturally noticed their discontent and instead found these ignorant people utterly unreasonable.

"Hahaha~"

As they were talking, a hearty laugh came from not far away, near the storyteller's platform: "Old Zheng, I've heard your story so many times, it's nothing new."

One customer, clearly having drunk quite a bit, his face flushed, shouted loudly at the shopkeeper in front of the counter.

The two seemed to be old acquaintances. Manager Zheng wasn't annoyed, but just glared at him: "You come here every day, haven't you heard it several times? If you've heard it enough, get out and don't delay my business."

"Haha~ Look at what you're saying, isn't doing business with me the right thing to do?"

"Old Zheng, what Brother Wang said makes sense! San'er's 'The Desert Sword' has been told so many times, it's time for a new one."

"What's wrong? Are you out of ink?"

"Old Zheng's creative talent has run dry!"

"Haha, that's true. With your cowardly nature, what could you possibly know? Why don't you ask an old soldier to tell you what kind of charisma His Majesty must have had back then?"

The regular diners all knew each other well and chatted and laughed together.

Manager Zheng blushed with anger at their words and retorted, "What do you know? Do you think writing stories is that easy?"

Seeing his anxiety, the diners laughed even harder: "Hahaha~"

At this moment, the loud-voiced diner spoke up: "Hey, Old Zheng, there's something you definitely don't know."

"Oh?"

Many eyes turned to him, and the drunken diner, somewhat smug, stood up repeatedly and shouted to the crowd, "Gentlemen, our Emperor has some great abilities up his sleeve!"

"Oh? Tell me about it!"

"A few days ago, Shengzhou suffered a severe drought for three months, without a single drop of water falling. Are you all aware of this?"

Regardless of how the other diners reacted to these words.

Several cultivators frowned.