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

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Within the light, an ancient palace faintly emerged. Upon seeing this, Li Qiye's expression changed drastically, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be... the Myriad Spirits Palace has appeared?"

Following Li Qiye's gaze, everyone was stunned speechless by the sight before them.

Princess Huaiqing couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what is this Myriad Spirits Palace? Why has it suddenly appeared in the world?"

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The phantom of the Heavenly Palace of Ten Thousand Spirits appeared and disappeared in the clouds, and the colorful glow of the sunset made the whole sky look like a dream.

An elder from the ancient race suddenly knelt down, trembling with excitement: the ancestral prophecy had come true... All spirits appeared, and heaven and earth changed.

Li Qiye frowned, and a golden light gathered at his fingertips, drawing several trajectories in the void.

Those golden threads intertwined into a net, actually cutting the celestial palace projection into fragments.

"Sir, what is this?" Huaiqing asked, puzzled.

It's just a mirage.

Li Qiye withdrew his finger, the golden net dissipated, and the true Heavenly Palace of Ten Thousand Spirits remained dormant. This was merely someone trying to lure the snake out of its hole.

He turned to look at the wounded crowd, and dozens of vibrant green tea leaves flew out from his sleeve.

Chapter 138 The Mark of the Academy

The tea leaves transformed into specks of green light in the air and entered the injured person's body.

Huaiqing felt a cool sensation flow through his body, and his injuries were mostly healed.

Three days later, the storytelling at the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) resumed as usual. Li Qiye straightened his tattered robes and said, "Everyone, please go home today."

The elder of the ancient clan hesitated, then finally bowed deeply: "Our clan will never forget your great kindness, sir. If you ever need our help..."

Just then, Li Qiye took out a jade slip from his sleeve and went to the South China Sea to find the coordinates. There was a stone tablet three hundred feet underwater. He wanted to make a copy of the seventh line of inscription.

The old man accepted the jade slip with both hands and hurriedly left with his clansmen. Watching their departing figures, Huaiqing murmured, "Did you know they would come, sir?"

Storytellers always leave some foreshadowing. Li Qiye smiled, just like the scene where Shi Hao entered the academy...

Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious crane cry suddenly came from afar.

A white crane with a wingspan of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) came flying through the clouds, and on its back stood a young man in a blue robe carrying a book box.

The young man called out from afar: "Is this where Mr. Li tells stories? Your disciple has come to invite you on behalf of the academy!"

Huaiqing's pupils contracted slightly—the insignia embroidered on the boy's clothes was none other than the legendary academy emblem!

...

Three days later, the seats in the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) were packed.

The corridor was packed with people, with the young man in a blue robe from the academy sitting in the front row, upright as if he were listening to a lecture. Newly replaced gauze curtains hung in the private rooms on the second floor, through which Princess Huaiqing's figure could be vaguely seen.

Last time we talked about Shi Hao's ascension to the Upper Realm. Li Qiye struck the gavel, and the aroma of tea wafted out with the sound. Today we'll talk about how he entered the Heavenly God Academy.

A murmur rippled through the audience. The young man in the blue robe looked up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

Upon arriving in the Upper Realm, Shi Hao knew that without a powerful backer, he would find it difficult to move an inch. Li Qiye lightly tapped his finger, and tea steamed into mist, revealing countless mountains and valleys in the air. This coincided with the Heavenly God Academy's recruitment drive, which had three conditions...

Three lines of golden characters appeared in the clouds:

[The first is bone; only the supreme bone can enter.]

[Secondly, blood is required; True Phoenix blood is acceptable.]

[Three battles are needed; defeat the gatekeeper to enter.]

Shi Hao chose the most difficult third path.

A withered leaf flew out from Li Qiye's sleeve, and when it landed in the teacup, it transformed into a small boat. The gatekeeper was an ancient immortal battle puppet that had once slain a true immortal!

The small boat, floating on the tea soup without wind, was suddenly cleaved in two by an invisible force. At the same time, the boy in the blue robe's book box cracked open, startling him so much that he hurriedly held it down.

After a fierce battle of three hundred rounds, Shi Hao finally defeated his enemy with the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique. Li Qiye suddenly looked at the young man, just like this—

He flicked his finger, and a tiny bolt of lightning shot into the crack in the book box. A metallic clanging sound rang out from inside, then silence fell.

The boy's face turned deathly pale, and he shakily opened the book box—the war puppet inside, used to monitor the storytelling, had been reduced to dust.

Since the academy wanted to hear stories, Li Qiye took a sip of tea. Why not listen openly and honestly?

Amidst the laughter of the entire room, the boy blushed deeply.

Only Huaiqing noticed that as Li Qiye was telling his story, the faint, illusory image of the celestial palace that was visible in the 0.4 layer of clouds outside the window was slowly dissipating.

Upon entering the academy, Shi Hao discovered that it was full of pitfalls.

Li Qiye suddenly flipped his wrist, and the image of the academy reversed, revealing a dense array of restrictive formations beneath the ground, such as those in this scripture pavilion...

With a sharp crack of the gavel, three tea leaves floated to the surface of the tea, transforming into an old man, a strong man, and a child.

Chapter 139 Crossing the Line? I'll Smash You on the Head!

The three elders guarding the pavilion each had their own preferences. Li Qiye flicked his finger, and the first tea leaf flew towards the private room on the second floor. Elder Xuan was a chess enthusiast.

Suddenly, the chessboard in front of Princess Huaiqing placed pieces on its own, forming a rare and intricate chess game.

The second tea leaf drifted towards the one-armed old man in the corner: Old Wu, a master swordsman.

The one-armed old man shuddered, and the rusty sword at his waist suddenly emitted a dragon's roar, the rust peeling away to reveal a blade as sharp as frost.

The last tea leaf swirled and landed on the forehead of the young man in the blue robe: "Hello, old scholar... eavesdropping."

The boy blushed deeply, and the shattered fragments of the War Puppet 07 in his arms suddenly formed the character for "shame".

Amidst the laughter of the room, Li Qiye continued: How will Shi Hao respond?

The words stopped abruptly.

A sudden gust of cold wind rose outside the window, and all seven lanterns went out at the same time.

Everyone was shocked to realize that the reflection of the academy in the teacup had transformed into a hellish landscape!

Storyteller. A faint voice echoed from the void: You have crossed the line.

Li Qiye chuckled and splashed the tea into the air. The water droplets condensed into the force of a thousand swords being fired simultaneously, piercing straight into the shadows of the roof beam: You are the ones who have crossed the line.

With a tearing sound, the shadows were ripped open, and a dwarf covered in chains fell out. The chains were covered with small plaques, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be the names of various storytelling venues.

A puppeteer? The one-armed old man suddenly stood up. Legend had it that he could control three thousand storytellers...

The dwarf's grotesque laughter suddenly exploded into a shower of silken threads. Each thread was connected to the back of a listener's neck, and even Princess Huaiqing was not spared!

Storytellers hate spoilers. A distorted sound echoed from the silken thread; now that you've revealed the academy's secrets, these listeners...

"So what?" Li Qiye suddenly flipped over the tea tray.

The bottom of the plate was engraved with a small plaque exactly like the one on the chain! The silk threads trembled violently, and the connection at the back of the listeners' necks snapped.

"You...when did you..." the dwarf's voice was filled with terror.

It starts from the very first book you listen to.

Li Qiye blew away the silk threads. In Shi Hao's story, who was the most skilled at controlling puppets?

Before the words were finished, the silk threads suddenly rolled back out the window, dragging something invisible across seven streets and alleys, finally nailing it to the stage of the City God Temple.

Several people dressed in academy attire were already waiting there. Upon seeing this, they were shocked: it was the puppet silk controlling the dean!

Inside the Imperial Music Bureau, Li Qiye casually refilled his tea: "Where were we? Oh, Shi Hao is in the Sutra Repository..."

The young man in the blue robe suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Please, sir, save the academy!"

A murmur rippled through the room. Suddenly, the one-armed old man pointed his sword at the boy's brow: "Who are you?"

The contemporary student of Tian Shen Academy... gritted his teeth and abandoned his apprenticeship.

Princess Huaiqing suddenly lifted the curtain and emerged: Something happened at the academy, didn't it? Those powerful figures who disappeared...

Li Qiye raised his hand to stop her from speaking, and snatched a tattered page from the boy's shattered bookcase. The words "Reincarnation" on the page were bleeding. 813

It turned out to be the case.

He gazed thoughtfully out the window; someone had made it seem like the academy was real.

The words "reincarnation" on the tattered paper suddenly ignited with a ghostly blue flame, and a three-dimensional projection of an academy appeared in the flames.

What's chilling is that the columns, doors, and windows are all made up of densely packed characters.

The Words Become Reality... Li Qiye lightly touched the projection with his fingertips, and the entire academy suddenly came to life.

The teachers in the lecture hall and the students on the training ground—every figure is composed of flowing words, yet they are all engaged in real activities.

The young man in the blue robe suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony; wriggling characters appeared beneath his skin.

Chapter 140 The Treasure Trove of Myriad Realms

Princess Huaiqing was horrified to discover that those words were exactly the plot of Shi Hao entering the academy that Li Qiye had mentioned a few days ago!

"I see." Li Qiye pressed down on the boy's crown, "You've all etched the stories you've heard into your blood."

The academy's projection suddenly distorted violently, and a giant composed of golden characters burst out of the wall: Li Qiye! You have ruined my grand plan of ten thousand years! With each word the giant spoke, countless classic texts poured out of its mouth.

A book spirit? The one-armed old man's sword suddenly trembled with excitement, a legendary sword that had devoured ancient texts.

Wrong. Li Qiye suddenly flipped open the lid of his teacup; it was the story thief.

The words "The Legend of the Wilderness" were clearly engraved on the inside of the tea lid. The Book Spirit Giant was struck dumb; the writing on its body began to crumble. It frantically grabbed at the pages flying through the air and tried to patch them up, only to see the writing on those pages rapidly changing—all of it transforming into "This story is purely fictional!"

No! The Book Spirit Giant let out a scream as if paper were being torn apart; these inheritances were clearly...

"You stole it from various eras." Li Qiye suddenly drew a wisp of golden light from the boy's body, which turned out to be a scene of altered memories—the lifelong learning of countless cultivators after listening to the story was transformed into volumes of classics in the academy's library.

Princess Huaiqing suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took out the jade slip that Li Qiye had given her.

The three characters "Tai Xu Yin" on the jade slip are fading, turning into four delicate characters: "The storyteller presents."

What a clever trick! Li Qiye suddenly tossed the teapot high into the air. The tea inside transformed into a torrential rain in the air, each drop reflecting a different storytelling scene.

What's chilling is that a wisp of smoke rises from the head of each listener, converging in a distant direction.

Got you.

Li Qiye suddenly reached into the rain and pulled out a thick book with a bronze cover from nothingness.

Blood is seeping from the four characters "Myriad Realms Collection" on the spine of the book.

The bronze book struggled frantically, and the cries of millions could be heard from its pages.

Li Qiye turned to the last page, revealing a signature with ink still wet—it was none other than the name of the current Dean of the Heavenly God Academy!

Using all living beings as words, we forge eternity.

Li Qiye sneered, "Unfortunately..."

He suddenly tore off a page from the book and crumpled it into a ball in his palm.

A shocking scene unfolded—as the crumpled paper was unfurled, an image of the dean writing at his desk appeared on it.

Every word he wrote was a secret technique stolen from the memories of the listeners!

break!

Li Qiye gave a soft shout, and all the ink on the crumpled paper flowed back to the tip of his pen. A scream echoed from the depths of the distant academy, followed by the deafening roar of collapsing books.

The projection of the academy in front of everyone began to crumble, and the figures formed by the words turned into ink and seeped into the ground.

The young man in the blue robe suddenly came to his senses, and he trembled as he unbuttoned his clothes—the words on his skin were fading away.

I...I'm free? He touched his face in disbelief.

It's not over yet (the money has to be good).

Li Qiye suddenly looked at Princess Huaiqing and asked, "Does Your Majesty still remember when you first heard me tell stories?"

Just as Huaiqing was about to answer, his face suddenly turned deathly pale.

She was horrified to discover that in the background of the earliest storytelling performance she remembered, there stood a veteran of three dynasties who had now passed away!

Time can be stolen.