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

Li Qiye paused deliberately, keeping everyone in suspense. The crowd below speculated, with some shouting, "He's going to continue fighting!" and others saying, "He's going to find a place to hide."

Li Qiye chuckled and shook his head, slowly saying, "This little Shi Hao actually wants to make these ancient remnants into barbecue!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"Shi Hao is too audacious!" "Exactly! Ancient remnants are so precious, and he actually ate them!"

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their faces filled with surprise.

"Shi Hao quickly gathered a pile of dry firewood and lit a campfire."

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a small knife and began disposing of the remnant species' corpses. Furry jumped around excitedly nearby, seemingly also looking forward to the upcoming feast.

Li Qiye described it vividly, and the audience below the stage seemed to see the scene in their own eyes; some even unconsciously swallowed.

"Just as Shi Hao was busy making barbecue, he suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps."

He looked up alertly and saw a beautiful young woman walking towards him.

The young woman was dressed in magnificent clothes and possessed an elegant demeanor; she was clearly of extraordinary birth. She was Yun Xi, the daughter of a powerful clan.

A strange light flashed in Li Qiye's eyes as he continued.

Yunxi originally came to Baiduan Mountain to seek opportunities, but she never expected to see such a strange scene here.

When Shi Hao saw Yun Xi, his eyes lit up, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Taking advantage of Yunxi's unpreparedness, he rushed forward in one stride.

Yunxi was shocked and tried to dodge, but she was too slow. Shi Hao bit down on one of Yunxi's earrings and yanked it off forcefully.

Yunxi was both surprised and angry. She let out a delicate shout and waved her jade hand, sending a burst of spiritual energy towards Shi Hao.

Shi Hao quickly jumped away, still holding the earring in his mouth, and looked at Yun Xi with a grin.

Yunxi was both angry and anxious, but she was helpless against Shi Hao.

Li Qiye imitated Yunxi's expression, perfectly capturing her anger and helplessness.

The audience roared with laughter at Li Qiye's performance. A young man dressed in silk robes laughed so hard he almost dropped his fan: "This Shi Hao is a real troublemaker!"

Princess Huaiqing sat in the corner, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with anticipation for what was to come.

"Yun Xi won't let this go so easily. What kind of story will unfold between her and Shi Hao? Stay tuned for the next installment!"

Li Qiye slammed his folding fan shut, announcing the end of today's storytelling session.

The crowd erupted in excitement, with someone shouting, "Mr. Li, you must tell us early tomorrow!"

Others followed up with the question: "What happened to Shi Hao and Yun Xi later?"

Li Qiye simply smiled without answering, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, observing those with unusual expressions.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Yang Yan stepped forward, his expression somewhat solemn: "Mr. Li, today's story, though seemingly absurd, seems to hold a hidden mystery."

Li Qiye poured him a cup of tea and said softly, "Lord Yang, stories in this world are never that simple. Tomorrow, the story of Shi Hao and Yun Xi will only just begin."

Yang Yan nodded thoughtfully, vaguely feeling that there was probably a bigger secret hidden behind this storyteller.

At that moment, a dark figure quietly departed from the rooftop of the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau).

That was a spy from the Witch God Cult. He memorized the story he heard today and prepared to report it to the higher-ups in the cult.

Princess Huaiqing changed into an elegant outfit today, but it couldn't hide the noble air about her. She sat in the front row early.

Last time we talked about Shi Hao biting Yun Xi's earring.

Li Qiye unfolded his folding fan with a whoosh, and a phantom image of Hundred Broken Mountains appeared on the fan surface. Today, he would tell the story of how this little devil returned from Hundred Broken Mountains with a full load of treasures!

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He suddenly lowered his voice: "Do you all know that the earring is actually..."

Before the words were finished, the lanterns of the Jiaofangsi suddenly moved on their own without any wind, casting shadows on the ground like a peacock spreading its tail.

Who? Yang Yan suddenly pressed his hand on his knife and stood up.

A young man in colorful clothes gracefully landed at the window, three peacock feathers adorning his hair, and a jade pendant jingling at his waist. The young man grinned, revealing two canine teeth: "I heard they tell the story of Shi Hao here?"

A glint flashed in Li Qiye's eyes: Could this person be...?

Kong Qiuji! The young man somersaulted onto the stage, snatched Li Qiye's gavel, and slapped it down. That kid had the same smug look on his face when he stole our clan's sacred medicine!

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he perfectly imitated Shi Hao's sneaky look when he stole the elixir.

.... ... ....

The audience burst into laughter.

Princess Huaiqing noticed, however, the faint peacock tattoo on the young man's wrist—it was actually the mark of the Peacock Clan of the Ancient Divine Mountain!

Li Qiye was somewhat surprised that someone actually happened to be imitating a character from this storybook. However, he also cooperated and said: "So it turns out that Kong Erleng... cough, Fellow Daoist Kong has a past with Shi Hao."

He changed the subject, saying that Shi Hao had discovered a divine pool deep within the Hundred Broken Mountains...

As he spoke, a misty aura appeared in the void.

Everyone seemed to see Shi Hao squatting by the pool, stirring the water with his broken sword.

Suddenly, thousands of rays of light shot out from the bottom of the pool, and precious medicinal herbs appeared like stars!

"This is... Body Tempering Divine Liquid!" A knowledgeable martial artist exclaimed in surprise. Then, Shi Hao took off his animal skin coat and jumped into the pool, while Maoqiu immediately dove in as well.

Just then, a snapping sound came from the shadows—it was Kong Qiuji gnawing on a spirit fruit!

Who? Shi Hao turned around abruptly.

Kong Qiuji swaggered out and declared: "Everyone who sees this gets a share!" With that, he jumped into the sacred pool.

The two people and the monkey thrashed about in the pool, and the precious medicine disappeared at a visible speed...

The audience below was stunned. Yang Yan muttered, "This isn't a treasure hunt, it's clearly a robbery dividing up the loot..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Qiye suddenly smashed the teacup on the ground!

Boom! The tea soup transformed into a three-zhang-high water curtain, reflecting a shocking scene—the bottom of the divine pool suddenly cracked open, and an ancient bronze coffin slowly floated up!

Nine chains were wrapped around the coffin, each chain piercing the skeleton of an ancient remnant.

Chapter 103 Li Qiye Disdains the Cooperation Invitation from the Witch God Cult

Li Qiye stood tall and straight on the high platform, exuding an indescribable aura.

He unfolded his folding fan, pointing at the seemingly tangible bronze coffin illusion floating in the air, his gaze intense, his voice steady and penetrating.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this ancient bronze coffin is no ordinary object. Sealed by the dust of time, it is said that the one sealed inside is an incomparably powerful being capable of changing the world."

Nine chains, linked together, strung together the skeletons of ancient remnants, each skeleton exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

They intertwine to suppress the terrifying power within the coffin, a power capable of overturning the world.

At this moment, our young Shi Hao and Kong Qiuji stood by the Divine Pool, completely unprepared to face this sudden and awe-inspiring change.

He paused briefly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the audience below. All the "767" members held their breath, their eyes wide open, filled with anticipation for what would happen next.

Li Qiye's lips curled slightly upward, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, and then he said, "How exactly will they deal with this desperate situation? Once the bronze coffin is opened, what earth-shattering secrets will it release, disrupting the situation in Hundred Broken Mountains? To find out what happens next, please come again tomorrow, and I will tell you all about it!"

With that, he deftly snapped his folding fan shut, making a crisp sound that seemed to sever the last thread of suspense in the tense atmosphere.

Then, Li Qiye strode towards the backstage, his figure appearing tall and slender in the candlelight, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Meanwhile, in a very secluded corner of the capital of Dafeng.

What appears to be an ordinary house actually conceals a hidden world; this is the secret stronghold of the Witch God Cult.

The main hall inside the mansion was decorated in a gloomy and eerie manner, with a ghostly green light flickering on the surrounding walls.

It was a rune drawn with special materials, exuding a mysterious aura in the darkness.

A hunched-over messenger dressed in black robes hurried into the hall. In the seat of honor, an elderly man with white hair and a stern face was resting with his eyes closed.

The black-robed envoy bowed respectfully, his voice low: "Elder, the story told by Li Qiye, the storyteller from the Jiaofangsi today, is quite strange. The events he described at Baiduan Mountain seem to have a close connection with a secret that our sect has been secretly investigating for a long time."

Upon hearing this, the elder slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, and his brows furrowed instantly, like two small hills squeezed together.

He unconsciously tapped the armrest of his chair with his right hand, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. After a moment of contemplation, he coldly said, "Go, at all costs, bring Li Qiye here to me."

"Let's say our sect is willing to make a huge deal with him. As long as he cooperates, he'll naturally reap the rewards. If he doesn't know what's good for him... humph, don't blame our sect for being ruthless."

The black-robed messenger accepted the order, bowed slightly, and turned to leave quickly.

The streets of the capital were bustling with people and filled with noise.

The black-robed messenger traveled swiftly and arrived at Li Qiye's residence.

It was an ordinary courtyard located deep in an alley. It looked simple and unadorned, but the black-robed messenger knew that this storyteller, who was famous in the capital, was no ordinary person.

He straightened his clothes, put on a fake smile, and knocked on the courtyard gate.

Before long, the courtyard gate slowly opened, revealing Li Qiye's somewhat indifferent face.

The black-robed envoy quickly cupped his hands and said with a beaming smile, "Young Master Li, I have long admired your name! My elders have long admired your storytelling talent and specially sent me to invite you."

Our sect is extremely sincere this time and is willing to present you with a valuable treasure. We only ask that when you tell stories in the future, you can subtly convey some information to our sect and lend us a helping hand.

In this way, not only will the young master receive a generous reward, but he will also be guaranteed a smooth journey throughout the Great Feng territory, with no one daring to provoke him.

Li Qiye listened quietly, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Ha, the Witch God Cult has certainly made a clever plan. But I tell stories from the heart, only to please my audience. Why would I be driven by your crooked ways?"

You should find someone else to do your shady business.

After saying that, Li Qiye slammed the door shut without any politeness. The action was swift and decisive, creating a breeze that made the black-robed envoy's robes flutter.

The black-robed envoy was startled by the sudden closing of the door; the smile on his face instantly froze, turning into extreme embarrassment.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, secretly annoyed, but dared not show it.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned and left, pondering how to explain the matter to the elders when he returned.

At that moment, at the other end of the street, night watchmen Song Tingfeng and Li Yuchun happened to pass by.

Song Tingfeng, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed the black-robed envoy's furtive appearance. He glanced at Li Yuchun and whispered, "Old Li, look at that guy. He's acting suspiciously. Could he be related to the Witch God Cult that we've been investigating?"

Li Yuchun looked in the direction Song Tingfeng pointed and nodded slightly: "Hmm, judging from his black robe attire and the way he came out of that courtyard, there's probably something wrong with him. Let's follow him and see."

So, the two followed the black-robed envoy discreetly, disappearing into the crowd, and headed towards the stronghold of the Witch God Cult.

On a rooftop not far away, a dark figure flashed by; it was a spy sent by Wei Yuan, closely monitoring all the developments.

The two followed the black-robed messenger through a maze of twists and turns, finally arriving at a secluded mansion in the west of the city.

The house had an ordinary exterior, with blue bricks and gray tiles, no different from the surrounding houses. The only difference was that there was a barely visible rune carved on the lintel, which shone with an eerie blue light in the setting sun.

It was indeed a secret mark of the Witch God Cult. Li Yuchun's pupils contracted slightly. He took out a bronze mirror from his pocket and carefully examined the rune by the reflection. It was indeed 0.4, their branch altar.

Just as Song Tingfeng was about to step forward, Li Yuchun grabbed him: "Don't rush, let's check the situation first."

The black-robed messenger made a strange gesture in front of the door, and the door opened silently.

After he disappeared, the two went around to the side of the house and climbed over a low wall.

The courtyard was unusually quiet; there wasn't even the chirping of insects or the calls of birds.

A faint, sweet, fishy smell filled the air, making one feel dizzy.

"Hold your breath!" Li Yuchun shouted in a low voice, took out two pills from his sleeve, and gave one to Song Tingfeng. It was a mind-controlling incense from the Witch God Cult.

The two held their breath and crept along the wall to the window of the main hall.

Through the paper window, one could vaguely see the flickering candlelight in the hall, with several dark figures sitting in a circle.

...That Li Qiye is so ungrateful, daring to refuse our sect's good intentions! It was the voice of the black-robed envoy from just now.

Chapter 104 Some Stories Your Witch God Cult Can't Hear

A cold laugh echoed in the hall, followed by a hoarse, sandpaper-like voice: "A mere storyteller dares to be so arrogant. Since polite invitations have failed, then let him taste the methods of my teachings."

Song Tingfeng and Li Yuchun exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

They gently poked a hole in the window paper and peered inside.

The candlelight in the hall was a pale green, illuminating the ashen faces of the attendees. At the head of the table sat an elderly man with white hair, his face crisscrossed with wrinkles like dried tree bark.