They scratched their ears and cheeks, their eyes darting about, looking as anxious as restless monkeys in the forest. They could barely contain themselves.
Clearly, they had all become deeply immersed in the world Su Yang had described and were unable to pull themselves out.
There were countless storytellers in the world, but Su Yang alone could make people feel as though they had personally experienced the story!
The scene just now had seemed as though it had truly emerged from the coffin pulled by nine dragons. It had been shocking and exhilarating, so why had he stopped speaking at the most crucial moment?
Every listener was unbearably restless, their emotions almost boiling over.
One tall listener even stood up directly, as though he intended to force Su Yang to continue.
Even the City God of Qingshan City was fidgeting restlessly, his face filled with urgency.
He had still been shocked by Su Yang's audacious words about the dragon race moments ago, but he had already thrown those thoughts to the back of his mind, completely immersed in the Shrouding the Heavens World Su Yang had described!
Where had the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin come from?
And where was it heading?
Who was the true master of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?
Who had forged this mysterious object and made it travel through the chaos?
Who had painted the murals on the coffin?
Why did they look so real and lifelike, as though they might come alive at any moment?
And who was sleeping inside the coffin within the coffin?
Was that person the one who had created the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?
At that moment, the City God was seated in a circle with a group of old men, chatting with an expression like an ordinary person from the marketplace. None of his usual dignity remained; he was completely immersed in the story.
"Mister Su, the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin you spoke of just now—is it truly real?"
Nuwa, sitting before Caiyun Boy, looked interested as she asked Su Yang a question.
Caiyun Boy was somewhat surprised after hearing this. Even Empress Nuwa did not know whether this matter was real or not. It seemed that there was another hidden secret behind the story!
As for fabrication?
Caiyun Boy knew that this was absolutely not something an ordinary storyteller could invent out of thin air.
The karma involved was probably unfathomable.
When Su Yang heard Nuwa speak, he could not help lifting his eyes to glance at her. With only that one look, his soul was already shaken.
Nuwa's appearance was like the most perfect Fortune in all creation. Looking at her was like gazing upon the greatest beauty in the world.
But there was no profanity in his gaze, only appreciation, so Nuwa did not become angry.
Instead, she found it somewhat amusing inwardly and wondered, If he knew my true identity, would he still dare to look at me so directly?
Su Yang composed himself, gave Nuwa a slight bow, and said, "I was rude. Please forgive me, Miss."
"It is fine."
Nuwa gently shook her head, her tone indifferent.
Su Yang continued, "As for whether the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin you asked about truly exists, please continue listening. The later events will reveal the answer."
Before he had even finished speaking, Su Yang turned around and hurried away.
Nuwa watched his departing figure, her brows faintly furrowing.
She sensed that the pace of his departure was absolutely not something an ordinary mortal could possess.
"This speed... It seems that this storyteller is no ordinary person either. I didn't expect to encounter such a person while listening to a story today."
She pondered inwardly, Could he have noticed my identity, and that is why he left in such a hurry?
But she did not know that Su Yang was rushing away not because his identity had been exposed, but because he could no longer wait to return to the System Space and draw his rewards!
Wasn't this the very reason he spent every day exhausting himself telling stories?
The rewards in the System Space were what Su Yang cared about most.
After leaving the inn, he immediately returned to the System Space.
For the past few days, Su Yang had diligently told stories every day.
But why had he done this?
Was it because he loved the storytelling profession?
Or did he particularly enjoy telling stories to others?
Actually, neither was true.
Everything Su Yang did was merely for the sake of ultimately obtaining the system's rewards!
Although he was practically an omnipotent existence in the inn now, that inn could not accompany him forever.
What would he do if the inn disappeared one day?
The only Way Out was to make himself stronger. Only then could he establish himself in this dangerous world!
Power!
True power! Enough power for Su Yang to protect himself and even ignore the existence of most powerful beings in the Primordial World!
That was precisely his goal!
There was a saying in the Dao De Jing that perfectly described the current Primordial World: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs!"
"Saints are not benevolent; they treat the common people as straw dogs!"
In this world, Saints resided in the chaos beyond the Thirty-three Layers of Great Luo Heaven, paying no attention to the myriad affairs of the mortal world.
There were also immortals and gods seated in the Jade Emperor Palace above Great Luo Heaven, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the mortal world.
In their eyes, mortals were nothing more than ants in the mundane world.
And this world had repeatedly fallen into calamity because of wars among immortals and gods!
For example, there was the "Dragon-Han Calamity," initially brought about by the dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans!
No sooner had the Dragon-Han Calamity passed than the struggle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan stirred up the "Witch-Demon Calamity"!
After that came the "Investiture of the Gods Calamity"!
Every great calamity of heaven and earth swept all the gods and demons in the heavens into its depths, to say nothing of those insignificant mortals.
Perhaps you might think that mortals only needed to stay out of it, hide away, and wait for the calamity to end.
Ridiculous! If even immortals and gods could not escape a calamity, how could a mortal remain unscathed?
What was more, during the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, even the legendary Saints were dragged into it!
The struggles among the Saints nearly caused the entire land of the Primordial World to collapse and shatter!
Even earlier, during the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Demon Clan's Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun slaughtered hundreds of billions of human beings to create the "Witch-Slaying Sword" capable of countering the Witch Clan!
All so that the divine sword could nurture a trace of power to restrain the Witch Clan.
This showed just how insignificant mortals were in such a world. Even comparing them to ants was flattering them far too much.
If he wanted to survive under such a heaven and earth, Su Yang had to constantly improve his strength!
He had to become powerful enough to ignore any threat and avoid being caught up in any calamity!
Filled with anticipation, he opened the "Storyteller System" and looked at the results he had accumulated over the past few days. He could barely contain his excitement!
A full three thousand points!
That meant he could draw from the Blue Prize Pool thirty times, or from the Purple Prize Pool three times!
This was a rare opportunity, as well as a chance to change his fate!
The lottery system had three prize pools, each distinguished by color.
The lowest level was the Blue Prize Pool, the middle level was the Purple Prize Pool, and the highest level was undoubtedly the Gold Prize Pool!
Each draw from the Blue Prize Pool cost one hundred points, while each draw from the Purple Prize Pool cost one thousand points.
As for the Gold Prize Pool, every draw actually required one hundred thousand points!
Compared with the Purple Prize Pool, it was directly one hundred times more expensive!
According to the system's explanation, if one was lucky enough, it was possible to draw a purple-grade reward even from the Blue Prize Pool.
It was even possible, though not entirely impossible, to obtain a gold-grade reward from the Blue Prize Pool.
It was just that the probability was pitifully low.
"System, I want to draw."
Su Yang spoke softly.
To Su Yang now, three thousand points was already a considerable amount of resources!
A single draw from the Blue Prize Pool could yield thirty blue items, while drawing from the Purple Prize Pool offered a chance to obtain three purple items directly!
Of course, if one was unlucky, it was also possible to draw blue items from the Purple Prize Pool.
[Host currently has three thousand points. Please select a prize pool.] [This prize pool contains items related to the Shrouding the Heavens World!]
After hearing the prompt, Su Yang lightly bit his lip and pondered inwardly, Should I draw from the Blue Prize Pool ten times first? Blue items should still be somewhat useful to me now, right?
"Then I'll spend one thousand points to draw from the Blue Prize Pool ten times."
As soon as he finished speaking, a lottery interface appeared before him. A huge wheel began to spin, and Su Yang's eyes lit up as he stared at the rotating patterns in anticipation.
Before long, six beams of light appeared before him, all radiating blue light.
"My luck seems average."
Su Yang felt slightly disappointed. Then, somewhat puzzled, he asked, "System, didn't I draw ten times? Why did you only give me six items?"
[The host drew 'Thank You for Your Patronage' four times, costing four hundred points.]
"Damn."
Su Yang's expression immediately darkened, and a trace of anger surged in his heart.
What was going on? Had the system started using this kind of lottery mechanism too? Could he actually draw "Thank You for Your Patronage"? And he had drawn it four times in one go, wasting four hundred points?
This was no longer merely bad luck. He had practically been possessed by the spirit of an unlucky gambler!
He sighed helplessly and could only accept reality. Then he looked at the six remaining items and said, "Inspect these items."
As soon as he finished speaking, six items instantly appeared before him.
[Congratulations, Host. You obtained Ruthless Great Emperor's undergarments.] [Congratulations, Host. You obtained Grave Robbing Heavenly Venerable Duan De's dead skin from his feet.] [Congratulations, Host. You obtained one strand of Black Emperor's fur.] [Congratulations, Host. You obtained three strands of Black Emperor's fur.] [Congratulations, Host. You obtained one lock of Ruthless Great Emperor's hair.] [Congratulations, Host. You obtained Ruthless Great Emperor's childhood physique.]
Looking at the rewards he had drawn from the Blue Prize Pool, Su Yang fell silent for a moment.
He had originally thought that the items in the pool might come in handy, but what were these things before him?
It was actually a piece of undergarment? And it belonged to Ruthless Great Emperor? If she found out, wouldn't she kill him on the spot?
Dead skin from Duan De's feet? Black Emperor's shed fur? And he had even gotten it twice?
And what was he supposed to do with that lock of hair?
In the end, he had actually obtained Ruthless Great Emperor's childhood physique. Su Yang was completely speechless.
At her peak, Ruthless Great Emperor's physique had been incomparably powerful.
But her childhood physique had been a worthless body!
"I refuse to believe this! Two more draws from the Purple Prize Pool!"
Su Yang gritted his teeth and poured all his remaining points into the lottery system.
[Congratulations, Host. You drew 'Thank You for Your Patronage'.]
Su Yang felt his heart tighten. He almost fainted before he could catch his breath. Fortunately, the system still produced some reaction at the end. A beam of light flashed, helping him recover.
The light grew brighter and brighter. Su Yang widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing!
The blue light gradually condensed into purple, then actually transformed into gold!
A gold reward!!
Looking again at the golden light flickering within the prize pool, Su Yang simply could not believe any of this!
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