People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

"As he walked, Xiao Shihao exclaimed, 'Huh, this is easier now. Could it be that my strength has returned?' At this moment, tens of thousands of teenagers in the eighth area were all surprised. They felt that the difficulty had decreased, and they were all excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They bravely moved forward and tried their best to break through."

"Time is passing by, and many people outside are getting anxious."

An elder from the Heaven-Mending Pavilion murmured, "Hmm, this year's challenges are very difficult. I estimate many tribes will be frustrated and disappointed; not many children will be able to stay."

Several other people, clearly of high status, stood beside him and nodded in agreement.

"At the same time, there was a lot of discussion in the Void God Realm. People had been looking forward to the appearance of the naughty child, but nothing happened, which made them very disappointed."

Initially, Uncle Hammer frowned and said, "That kid wouldn't have fooled us too, would he?" Bird, as always, remained calm: "He shouldn't."

Grandpa Jingbi said, "I have a feeling that that brat will probably cause an even bigger commotion this time. Just you wait and see."

Upon hearing this, the person in VIP room number seven slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "This little Shi Hao is truly extraordinary in his actions. I'm becoming more and more interested in him. I really want to see what amazing things he'll do next."

Everyone nodded, their eyes filled with anticipation for what was to come.

At this moment, Li Qiye stood on the stage, bowed slightly to the audience who were still enjoying the story, and said in a clear voice with a gentle smile on his face, "Today's storytelling ends here. Thank you all for your support. See you another day."

However, before he could take a few steps, Princess Huaiqing, surrounded by a group of guards, walked gracefully toward him.

"Mr. Li, I am utterly captivated by your story. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the palace for dinner?"

Li Qiye was slightly taken aback, then bowed slightly in return, saying, "It is my great honor to be invited by Your Highness."

So, Li Qiye followed Princess Huaiqing toward the palace.

Along the way, the people lining the streets cast curious glances and gossiped about the storyteller who had been invited to the palace by the princess.

Upon entering the palace, Princess Huaiqing led Li Qiye forward while softly introducing the sights within.

"Mr. Li, this palace was the residence of the emperors of our dynasty throughout the ages. It has undergone hundreds of years of renovations to achieve its current appearance."

"Look at this Imperial Garden. Flowers bloom in all seasons, the scenery is delightful, and every pavilion and tower possesses a unique charm."

Li Qiye nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping around, and replied, "Your Highness is absolutely right. This palace is indeed magnificent and breathtaking."

Before long, they arrived at a palace. The palace was decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, with crystal chandeliers emitting a soft glow that made the entire palace bright and warm.

A long table laden with delicacies was placed in the center, surrounded by exquisite chairs.

Princess Huaiqing gestured for Li Qiye to sit down, then personally poured him a cup of fine wine, saying, "Mr. Li, this is a rare wine from my palace's collection, called 'Jade Dew Nectar.' It has a mellow taste and a long aftertaste. Please try it."

Li Qiye took the wine cup, took a small sip, and praised, "Indeed, fine wine. Smooth on the palate, with a delightful aroma. Your Highness has exceptional taste."

Princess Huaiqing smiled slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Li certainly knows his stuff. This 'Jade Dew Nectar' is a secret recipe from the palace, and ordinary people rarely get to see it."

Li Qiye put down his wine cup, looked at Princess Huaiqing with gentle eyes, and said, "Your Highness's hospitality is too kind to me. May I ask if there is something important to discuss with me today?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Huaiqing's expression tightened slightly, then she smiled and said, "Mr. Li is indeed very perceptive. I invited you to the palace today, firstly because I admire your talent, and secondly... because I do have a request."

Chapter 100 Princess Huaiqing's Worries, Strange Movements of the Witch God Cult

Li Qiye raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone remaining calm, like a still lake, without ripples: "Your Highness, please speak. If I can help, I will do my best."

Princess Huaiqing sighed softly, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Recently, there has been some undercurrent in the palace. Although Father Emperor appears to be acting as usual, I have a feeling that something is amiss. Mr. Li is knowledgeable and wise; I wonder if he could enlighten me?"

Li Qiye pondered for a moment, his mind seemingly churning with countless thoughts, yet he skillfully organized them and spoke slowly.

"I dare not presume to guess what Your Highness is worried about, but matters in the palace often have far-reaching consequences."

If Your Highness has any doubts, you might as well pay more attention to the people around you, especially those seemingly insignificant figures.

Princess Huaiqing's eyes flashed with surprise upon hearing this, then she nodded and said, "Mr. Li is absolutely right. I will pay close attention."

As the two were talking, a light footstep suddenly came from outside the hall, which sounded particularly abrupt in the silence.

Princess Huaiqing frowned slightly and whispered to Li Qiye, "Mr. Li, please keep today's events a secret."

Li Qiye smiled slightly, his smile exuding a reassuring composure: "Your Highness, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Before the words were finished, the palace door was gently pushed open, and a palace maid stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Highness, His Majesty summons you to the Imperial Study immediately."

Princess Huaiqing's expression hardened for a moment, then she regained her composure and said calmly, "I understand. You may leave now."

After the palace maid withdrew, Princess Huaiqing turned to look at Li Qiye, her eyes filled with apology: "Mr. Li, I'm afraid we have to stop here for today. If you have time another day, I will discuss this further with you."

Li Qiye stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and bowed slightly, saying, "Your Highness is very busy, so I cannot stay any longer. We will meet again another day."

Princess Huaiqing nodded and watched Li Qiye leave, her gaze like a thread, entwined with many thoughts.

Li Qiye left the palace, his mind heavy with worries, and walked towards the palace gate led by a palace maid.

In the long corridor, his footsteps sounded exceptionally clear in the silence, each step seemingly treading on a mystery, echoing with the lingering echoes of the unknown.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, the cool moonlight shone on the street, casting a long, slender shadow of Li Qiye.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure flashing past the street corner out of the corner of his eye.

He felt a chill run down his spine and quickened his pace without making a sound.

He hadn't gone far when a deep voice came from behind him: "Mr. Li, please wait a moment."

Li Qiye turned around and saw a man in a black robe emerge from the shadows. The moonlight outlined his cold and stern features; he was none other than the Silver Gong of the Night Watchmen's Office.

He looked around to make sure no one was there, then took out a secret letter from his pocket, his expression so solemn as if he were carrying the safety of the entire Great Feng Dynasty on his shoulders, and handed it to Li Qiye.

"Mr. Li, this is a secret letter intercepted by the night watchman's office. It is of great importance and may be related to the undercurrents in the palace that Her Highness is worried about. They have instructed that you must see it."

Li Qiye took the secret letter and unfolded it by the faint moonlight.

The contents of the letter instantly made his expression turn serious; it not only detailed the restless movements of various forces.

"The Witch God Cult?" Li Qiye frowned and murmured.

Yinluo nodded, his eyes filled with worry: "That's right. We suspect that the Witch God Cult is trying to use this seemingly revolving around you to disrupt the balance of power among the various factions in Da Feng, thereby achieving their conspiracy. But now it seems that their goal may be far more complex than that."

After a moment of contemplation, Li Qiye slowly said, "Judging from the letter, they may have already seen through many things and have been planning for a long time. Their real goal is most likely the throne, and even... me."

Yinluo's expression was serious, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white: "If that's the case, once their conspiracy succeeds, Great Feng will surely be plunged into utter ruin. Mr. Li, you are a man of great experience and knowledge, do you have any solutions?"

After pondering for a long time, Li Qiye said, "The most urgent task is to find out the specific plans of the Witch God Cult and their inside agents in Dafeng, and to see if there are any spies planted by the Witch God Cult."

Yinluo nodded in agreement: "Mr. Li is absolutely right. I will go back and arrange for people to investigate. However, Mr. Li will still need to keep a close eye on this matter. If you have any clues, please let me know in time."

Li Qiye smiled slightly and said, "You're too kind. The safety of the Great Feng is the responsibility of every citizen, and I, Li, will do my best."

The two exchanged a few more words before going their separate ways.

As Li Qiye walked home, he secretly made plans in his mind.

He knew full well that the conspiracy of the Witch God Cult was like an invisible net, which had already planted pawns in various parts of Dafeng, just waiting for the right opportunity to unleash a bloody storm.

Meanwhile, in a secluded valley, an altar stands in the center of the valley.

On the altar, the followers of the Witch God Cult, dressed in black robes and wearing eerie masks, chanted incantations.

A black-robed cultist walked up to the altar, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, in which Li Qiye's image was reflected.

He sneered: "This Li Qiye is a problem, but the more outstanding he is, the easier it will be for our plan to succeed."

Another follower asked, "Master Linghui, what should we do next? The night watchman's office and Li Qiye are not to be trifled with. If they discover our plan, we may be in trouble."

The black-robed man, known as the Spirit Master, sneered: "Hmph, they think they can control everything, but little do they know that everything is within our calculations."

Continue as planned, placing our people in the court and among the common people, and creating chaos by taking advantage of everyone's covetousness for the throne and their attention to Li Qiye.

As for Li Qiye, find an opportunity to eliminate him, lest things get complicated.

After saying this (about King Zhao), the bronze mirror in Master Linghui's hand flashed, and the scene switched to the imperial palace. The emperor was sitting on the dragon throne, his expression majestic yet revealing a hint of weariness.

A cold glint flashed in Linghui Shi's eyes: "This throne will soon be in the hands of our Witch God Sect."

At that moment, a member of the Witch God Cult ran over.

"Our spies in the court have reported that the emperor is aware of the recent situation and has begun to increase vigilance," a member of the faith reported.

Master Linghui sneered: "So what if he noticed? Our inside man isn't so easily discovered."

Next, they intensified their infiltration of the populace, incited discontent among the people against the imperial court, and created chaos.

As for Li Qiye, doesn't he like storytelling? We'll start with his storytelling venue, find a few thugs to cause trouble, prevent him from telling his stories properly, and see how he can disrupt our plans then.” Lu.

Chapter 101 Inside the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, the Old Man with the Broken Sword, Shi Hao, Unafraid of Tigers, Goes to Draw His Sword!

The next morning, the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) was already packed. The night watchmen mingled among the crowd, and the spies sent by Wei Yuan were hidden in the corners. Li Qiye, dressed in a blue robe, walked onto the high platform, his folding fan snapping open, and the audience fell silent.

Last time, we talked about how Little Shi Hao swept through the eight wastelands in the selection of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. Li Qiye's voice was like a clear spring striking a stone. Today, we'll tell you how he caused a huge upheaval in this ancient pure land!

A collective gasp of swallowing erupted from the audience. Li Qiye's sleeves fluttered, and the magnificent image of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion seemed to appear in the air: Shi Hao, carrying over a dozen precious bones, slipped into the mountain gate like a little mouse that had stolen oil. Do you all know what grows in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion's herb garden?

"A thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng!" a martial artist couldn't help but shout.

"A ten-thousand-year-old vermilion fruit!" another old man stroked his beard and chimed in.

Li Qiye chuckled and shook his head: "None of them are good enough. In that garden there is a spiritual herb, with leaves like jade and fruits like stars. It is the treasure of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion—the Star Grass!" Before he finished speaking, a collective gasp rippled through the audience.

The little devil, along with Maoqiu—the golden monkey that always steals his animal milk—took advantage of the dark and windy night... Li Qiye suddenly lowered his voice, and everyone unconsciously leaned forward. Maoqiu darted up into the herb field, and with a swipe of its little paws, three leaves of Star Grass were put into Shi Hao's animal skin bag.

In the corner, the night watchman, Xu Qi'an, nearly spat out his tea. This was clearly instigating theft! But then Li Qiye suddenly hardened his expression: Just as they were about to slip away, the elder guarding the garden shouted angrily, "Little thief, stop!" Shi Hao reacted quickly, shoving the fur ball into his arms and pointing innocently into the distance: "The thief ran that way!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience. A young man in fine clothes slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed in admiration: "What a rascal!" The jade pendant hanging from his waist jingled with his movements—it was Princess Huaiqing in disguise.

Li Qiye gently waved his folding fan and continued: That night, Shi Hao was hiding in the back mountain, munching on star grass leaves, when he suddenly heard a strange clicking sound. He suddenly imitated the sound of an old man coughing, and a disheveled old man emerged from the mist, with half a rusty broken sword stuck in his head!

The temperature inside the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) plummeted. The night watchmen instinctively gripped their sword hilts; the image of the old man with the broken sword stuck in his throat was too terrifying. Li Qiye, however, spoke casually: "This old man is crazy. He asks everyone he sees: 'Have you seen my sword?' The disciples of Butian Pavilion all avoid him."

Shi Hao, however, stared at the broken sword with shining eyes. Li Qiye suddenly raised his voice, "Guess what?" This little rascal rushed forward and swiftly pulled the broken sword out!

A gasp rippled through the room. The teacup in Yang Yan's hand cracked open. The scene was too bizarre; who would dare pull a sword stuck in a living person's head?

Li Qiye continued unhurriedly: The old man was first taken aback, then burst into laughter. It turned out he was a disgraced disciple of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, and this sword sealed away his life's cultivation. His voice suddenly shifted to an aged tone: "Little brat, this sword is yours to play with!"

The crowd below exchanged bewildered glances. Nangong Qianrou whispered to her colleague beside her, "Shi Hao's luck is simply heaven-defying..." Before she could finish speaking, Li Qiye snapped his folding fan shut.

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode!

The crowd erupted in a commotion. Someone shouted: "Mr. Li, what is the origin of that sword?" Others eagerly pressed for an answer: "What happened to the old man afterward?" Li Qiye smiled but did not answer, his gaze sweeping over several listeners with unusual expressions—those were the spies of the Witch God Cult.

After the crowd dispersed, Xu Qi'an leaned forward and whispered, "Mr. Li, today's story..." He hesitated, then stopped. Li Qiye poured him a cup of tea: "Xu Yinluo thinks it's too exaggerated?"

"No." Xu Qi'an shook his head, "It's just that the old man with the broken sword reminds me of the sword madman that the Supervisor mentioned..." He suddenly fell silent halfway through his sentence. A glint flashed in Li Qiye's eyes, and he said softly, "Tomorrow I will tell you how Shi Hao used this sword to slay the ferocious beast in Hundred Broken Mountains."

At this moment, no one noticed the dark figure crouching on the rafters of the brothel. The cultist's spy, listening to their conversation, curled his lips into a chilling smile beneath his mask. He slipped a communication jade slip from his sleeve and quietly crushed it.

As night deepened, Li Qiye sat alone by the window. The moonlight cast a long shadow of him, within which something seemed to wriggle. He suddenly spoke to the void: "Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

A hunched figure emerged from the shadows in the corner; it was one of the storytellers who had listened during the day. The old man tore off his human skin mask, revealing a face covered in cursed patterns—he was none other than the Spirit Master of the Witchcraft Cult!

Mr. Li is very perceptive. Master Linghui smiled sinisterly, wondering if he would still be so composed when telling stories tomorrow. Several venomous snakes formed from black mist crawled out of his sleeve.

Li Qiye picked up his teacup and blew away the foam: "If your sect only wants to hear storytelling, I welcome you. But if..." He suddenly looked up, his eyes seeming to sparkle with starlight, as if he wanted to disrupt the proceedings...

Boom! The teacup shattered, and the scalding tea transformed into countless fine needles that shot towards the Spirit Master. The latter hastily summoned a bone shield, only to see Li Qiye's figure vanish like smoke in the moonlight, leaving only a lingering echo:

Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) will be holding its usual storytelling performance. Remember to come and listen to Shi Hao... how he slays the Saint.

The following morning, the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) was already packed with people, a sea of ​​faces surging in to hear Li Qiye's storytelling. The night watchmen cautiously moved through the crowd, while the spies sent by Wei Yuan remained hidden in the shadows, their eyes sharp. Li Qiye, dressed in a long black robe, strode onto the platform, his folding fan unfurling with a "whoosh," its surface shimmering with a faint light. The audience fell instantly silent.

"Last time, we talked about how Shi Hao obtained the Broken Sword at the Heaven-Mending Pavilion and killed the Guardian Spirit at the Fountain of Immortality. But this Hundred Broken Mountains is the real danger, where many opportunities and crises coexist." Li Qiye's voice boomed as he glanced at the crowd below the stage. "The Hundred Broken Mountains are shrouded in mist and teeming with poisonous creatures. Ordinary martial artists who enter would be reduced to ashes if they were not careful. But our little Shi Hao is truly fearless. Carrying the Broken Sword and accompanied by his furry friend, he swaggered into the depths of the mountains."

The audience listened intently, and someone couldn't help but whisper among themselves, "This Hundred Broken Mountains is so dangerous, can Shi Hao handle it?" As soon as they finished speaking, they were glared at by someone next to them, signaling them to be quiet and listen to the story.

"Not far along, Shi Hao encountered an ancient remnant species, resembling a Qilin, its entire body wreathed in flames, leaving the land scorched black in its wake. Such a powerful ancient remnant species would probably terrify any ordinary person. But Shi Hao's eyes lit up, as if he had found an invaluable treasure." Li Qiye said, mimicking Shi Hao's eager expression, which amused the audience.

Chapter 102 Shi Hao's Ruthlessness, Yun Xi's Earring Bitten

Without a word, Shi Hao, wielding his broken sword, charged directly at the ancient remnant. The Qilin-shaped remnant roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding area, and spewed out a raging pillar of fire.

Shi Hao moved with agility, dodging left and right, and seizing the opportunity, he leaped high into the air, his broken sword carrying a sharp sword aura, slashing towards the neck of the remnant.

Li Qiye waved his folding fan as if the broken sword were in his hand, and the eyes of the crowd below followed suit, their hearts pounding in their throats.

After a fierce battle, Shi Hao successfully killed the ancient remnant species. But before he could catch his breath, several more remnant species were attracted by the sound of fighting.

Shi Hao, seeing the menacing remnants around him, showed no fear. Instead, he grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, as if he were plotting something.

Li Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Gentlemen, guess what little Shi Hao is going to do?"