Douluo Continent: The Storytelling Immortal King, Shocking the Entire Continent

However, just as Qian Renxue's soul power was running wildly and she was about to burst into a killing spree on the spot.

Su Chen casually picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Put away your murderous intent, Qian Renxue."

Su Chen didn't even glance at her, his tone remaining as nonchalant as ever:

"If I, Su, had intended to expose you, I would have already made a scene in the main hall, causing a great uproar throughout Tiandou City. Why would I keep you here in this private room for tea?"

"not to mention……"

Su Chen paused slightly and put down the teacup:

"In my eyes, your so-called martial spirit is no different from Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword just now."

"I don't even need a withered leaf to kill you."

Su Chen's words were merciless, each one piercing to the heart.

However, upon hearing these words, Qian Renxue's previously boiling killing intent was instantly extinguished, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

Yes.

Just now, he lifted a solid cauldron weighing nearly 6,000 jin with one hand, and then used a withered leaf to enlighten Sword Douluo Chen Xin, allowing him to break through to level 97 on the spot!

Such a terrifying being, capable of manipulating even the laws of heaven and earth at will, if it truly wanted to deal with me, even if I used all my trump cards, I probably wouldn't be able to touch a single hair on its head.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the suffocating throbbing in her heart.

He then slowly dispersed the soul power that had gathered in his palm and sat back down in his chair, though his eyes still held a strong sense of vigilance.

"Since you are not interested in the Spirit Hall's schemes and have no ill intentions, sir."

Qian Renxue's voice regained some composure as she asked directly, "Then what is your intention in revealing my identity, sir?"

"Su is just a storyteller at an inn."

Su Chen smiled slightly, displaying great poise: "Since you are a storyteller, then just focus on telling the stories in your book."

"As for who becomes emperor and who rules the continent in your world, that's a game for you children. I, Su, am too lazy to get involved."

"I'm pointing that out to you just because I don't want you to keep putting on that fake politeness in front of me."

"It's that simple."

Hearing Su Chen's remarks that the life-and-death struggle between the two empires and the Spirit Hall was like a child's game, Qian Renxue couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If someone else had said that, she would have thought they were crazy.

But the man in front of me spoke with an air of supreme authority that made it impossible for anyone to even think of refuting him.

The two chatted idly for a few minutes in the room.

Qian Renxue gradually lowered her guard. She discovered that as long as she didn't cross his bottom line, this Mr. Su was actually an extremely carefree and unrestrained person, even possessing an ethereal quality that transcended the three realms and was not bound by the five elements.

Before we knew it, it had gradually gotten dark outside.

"I am deeply grateful to you for sparing my life, and even more grateful to you for keeping Renxue's secret."

Qian Renxue stood up. This time, she did not use the etiquette of the Crown Prince of Tiandou, but bowed deeply to Su Chen as the young master of the Spirit Hall.

"Renxue will not disturb your rest any longer, sir. I will take my leave now."

Just as Qian Renxue turned around and was about to reach the door...

But she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

After hesitating for a moment, Qian Renxue finally couldn't suppress her inner desire and turned her head to look intently at Su Chen on the armchair.

"Mr. Su, Renxue has another question, but I'm not sure if I should ask it."

"Speak," Su Chen said calmly.

"Sir, your abilities are extraordinary, like a god looking down upon the mortal world, even knowing such top-secret matters as mine..."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, her voice even trembling slightly:

"May I ask, sir, about that perfect world you spoke of in the main hall, the one with the power to move 100,000 jin of blood and the ten ancient fiends...?"

"Is it not just a story, but something that actually exists?"

This question is not only directed at Su Chen, but also at her own crumbling worldview.

Upon hearing this, Su Chen also slightly raised his head to look at Qian Renxue.

Faced with the question from this peerless genius, Su Chen did not answer, but instead slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a meaningful smile, and then nodded slightly.

Although it was just a tiny movement, it struck Qian Renxue as if she had been struck by lightning!

It actually exists!

That vast world where even immortal kings shed blood, and where a single blade of grass can cleave stars, actually exists in reality!

Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, feeling as if she had lived in a small, dark well for the past twenty years.

Only today has a true god lifted a corner of the well cover for her, allowing her to glimpse the truly vast starry sky!

"Thank you for your explanation, sir."

Qian Renxue bowed deeply once again. The scheming of the Crown Prince of Tiandou was gone from her beautiful eyes, replaced by an unprecedented fervor and longing.

Even deep in her heart, another idea quietly arose.

if……

If one could become a disciple of this Mr. Su and comprehend such vast laws, what would the mere imperial power of the Douluo Continent matter?

With these thoughts in mind, Qian Renxue respectfully left the room and closed the door behind her.

……

Meanwhile, at the Shrek Academy's residence on the other side of Tiandou City.

A somewhat simple reception room.

Tang San, his face pale, pushed open the door and went inside.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look so pale."

Flanders, who was sitting inside drinking tea, frowned upon seeing this and quickly asked a question.

Beside Flander, Zhao Wuji, a burly man with a face full of scars, also put down his teacup and looked over with a puzzled expression.

At this time, Yu Xiaogang was still resting in the backyard. He had been badly affected by Su Chen's single-handed lifting of the cauldron today, and his mind was damaged, so he had gone to bed early.

Tang San walked to the table and sat down, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Dean Flander, Teacher Zhao, I'm fine, I'm just feeling a bit frustrated."

As he spoke, Tang San clenched his fists and said in an extremely angry tone:

Today, my teacher and I went to an inn called Tingyuxuan in Tiandou City.

"There is a storyteller there named Su Chen."

"This person is extremely arrogant. Not only did he publicly insult our teacher using bizarre methods, but he also completely disparaged the Soul Master system of our Douluo Continent!"

Upon hearing someone insult Yu Xiaogang, Flander's face instantly darkened.

"What kind of storyteller has the audacity to look down on us Soul Masters?"

Seeing that the time was right, Tang San went with the flow and turned his attention to Zhao Wuji, who had the most explosive temper.

Tang San glanced at Zhao Wuji with a troubled expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What's wrong, mistress? Just say what you want to say, what kind of behavior is this, stammering like that!" Zhao Wuji was an impatient person, and immediately slapped his thigh to urge her on.

"Teacher Zhao, Su Chen fabricated some kind of ancient ten fierce creatures, saying that there is a creature called the Heavenly Horned Ant among them, which is strong enough to tear apart a giant dragon with its bare hands."

While observing Zhao Wuji's expression, Tang San embellished the story, saying:

"He even made outrageous statements in public."

"explain……"

"Even if we combine the Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul that Teacher Zhao is so proud of with the Titan Giant Ape from the Star Dou Great Forest, it would be a formidable combination."

"He's not even worthy to carry that ant's shoes!"

"It wouldn't even last a single breath of that young ant; it would be crushed into a pulp in an instant!"

boom!

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Zhao Wuji instantly lost his temper and slammed his hand on the wooden table, smashing the solid wood table to pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

"That's utter bullshit!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were wide open in anger, and his muscles looked as if they were about to burst out of his clothes.

"My mighty bear isn't worthy to carry an ant's shoes?"

"Who does he think he is, daring to make fun of my martial spirit!"

Although Flander found the storyteller's words absurd and outrageous, he couldn't help but frown when he saw Zhao Wuji's anger.

"Wuji, calm down first."

"This is nothing more than a gimmick by a street storyteller. What kind of outrageous claims wouldn't he make to grab attention?"

"A gimmick?"

However, Zhao Wuji ignored this, letting out a cold snort, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked, and his eyes filled with a fierce light:

"If they dare to use my martial spirit as a gimmick, then they'd better be prepared to pay the price!"

"Little San, take me with you when you go to listen to the story tomorrow."

"I'm going to personally confront this Su Chen tomorrow and see if his mouth is as hard as my Mighty Bear's fists!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji, who was completely enraged, Tang San lowered his head slightly and grinned.

"Su Chen, since you dare to play tricks..."

"Then tomorrow I will let you experience the power of Teacher Zhao's Immovable Wisdom King Body."

"I'll see if your so-called perfect world can save your life!"

Meanwhile, outside this rather simple reception room.

In the corner, a familiar figure with a crew cut stood quietly in the shadows. It was Yu Xiaogang, who had made an excuse early on that he was mentally injured and had gone back to his room to rest.

With his hands still behind his back, he listened to Zhao Wuji's roar from inside the room, as well as Tang San's seemingly aggrieved but actually exaggerated words, and finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, very good."

Yu Xiaogang nodded to himself.

It was worth it for me to impart all my knowledge to him. Not only was my disciple exceptionally talented, but he was also a master of using others to do his dirty work and divert trouble.

Although Yu Xiaogang was a great soul master, he was by no means a magnanimous person.

How could he possibly swallow the humiliation he suffered at Tingyuxuan today?

But the bizarre sight of Su Chen lifting the cauldron with one hand did indeed make him wary.

It would be unwise to make a move before fully understanding the other party's capabilities.

Now, with the hot-tempered and powerful level 76 Immovable King Zhao Wuji leading the charge to test Su Chen's strength, this is a perfect plan.

"Su Chen, if you truly possess extraordinary abilities, then accept the wrath of the Immovable King."

"If you're just a fraudster who uses tricks and evil techniques to bluff..."

"Then tomorrow will be the day your Tingyu Pavilion closes down and your reputation is utterly ruined!"

After taking one last deep look at the closed door of the reception room, Yu Xiaogang turned around silently and walked contentedly toward his own room, as if nothing had happened.

……

Night was falling.

The Spirit City is located tens of thousands of miles away from the Heavenly Dou City.

This is the supreme holy land in the hearts of all Soul Masters in the entire Douluo Continent.

Deep within the Papal Palace, in an extremely secluded and luxurious white jade bath.

The water rippled and steam rose.

A faint fragrance of roses and extremely pure soul energy fluctuations filled the air.

In the center of the large bath, a perfectly graceful figure leaned lazily against the white jade pool wall.

Bright red petals floated on the water's surface, yet they could not conceal her skin, which was as white as snow.

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, and her long purple hair was casually tied back.

It was Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Just then, the air outside the layers of sheer curtains surrounding the bathtub suddenly distorted slightly.

Soon, a shadow guard dressed in black knelt on one knee, not daring to raise his head, and reported to his superior in an extremely respectful voice:

"Your Holiness the Pope, our spies in Tiandou City have sent back the latest intelligence report."

"read."

Bibi Dong didn't even lift her eyelids. She simply scooped up a handful of warm water and poured it on her collarbone, which was as smooth as mutton fat jade, her tone languid.

The shadow guard swallowed hard and quickly reported the compiled intelligence to his superior.

"Your Majesty, recently a new inn called Tingyuxuan has suddenly become famous in Tiandou City."

"Inside the inn, there is a young storyteller named Su Chen, who is telling a strange story called 'Perfect World'."

"A storyteller?"

Upon hearing this word, Bibi Dong's eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Is a mere storyteller from the streets of Tiandou City really worth sending a secret agent from the Spirit Hall back to the Papal Palace with an urgent message?

The Shadow Guard seemed to sense Bibi Dong's displeasure, and immediately quickened his pace:

"Your Majesty, please calm down. This person is far more than just an ordinary storyteller."

"The world he described has an extremely exaggerated power system, which can even be said to be a blatant trampling on the common sense of martial spirits in our Douluo Continent."

"He claimed that in that desolate world, there was no need to awaken a martial spirit."

"By simply using a crude method called medicinal bath, which involves mixing and boiling together the blood of highly venomous centipedes, spiders, and ferocious beasts, a three-year-old child can have his physical body reconstructed."

"Furthermore, he said that after the medicinal bath, the three-year-old child entered the so-called Blood-Moving Realm, where he could unleash a terrifying force of 100,000 jin with a single swing of his arm, relying solely on his physical strength!"

100,000 jin (50,000 kg)? A three-year-old child? A highly toxic bath?

Upon hearing these extremely outrageous words, Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes, which had been slightly closed, finally opened a crack.

But there was no shock in her eyes, only disdain.

"Ha, the strength of a 100,000-jin body?"

Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly and let out a cold laugh.

As the owner of twin martial souls and one of the strongest soul masters in the world, she knows all too well where the limits of power lie.

"Even those two monstrous beasts deep in the Star Dou Great Forest, the Titan Giant Ape and the Azure Bull Python, which are at the level of 100,000 years old, could never reach such an absurd level of 100,000 jin in terms of pure physical strength alone."

"To boil various highly poisonous substances together with incompatible animal blood is utter nonsense."

"Any Soul Master who dares to do this will only die by exploding into a puddle of pus."