Various Nascent Soul Cultivation Methods

The Jin Clan Chief was stunned too. He looked left and right, but couldn't recognize the disguised Daoist Buyu. "You know me?"

He'd traveled thousands of miles to Great Xia to find its most renowned storyteller. How could the other party know him?

Was he really that famous?

The Jin Clan Chief grew wary. His aura surged, and murderous intent tore through his clothes. He suspected the other man was one of his creditors, but then he remembered that the only people he owed money to now were the Meng Household.

"It's me, Daoist Buyu," Daoist Buyu said in a low voice. He wasn't afraid of his identity being exposed; he had no grudge against the Qiongqi Clan.

Daoist Buyu had his principles. He was particular about whom he swindled: he never cheated poor families. The Qiongqi Clan was already poor enough; there was no need to make things harder for them.

As for the Jin Clan Chief accidentally joining the Nine Nether Cult, that was the Eighth Elder's scam. What did it have to do with him?

Besides, he wasn't worried that the Jin Clan Chief had any designs on him.

How could anyone with designs on him be this poor?

"Daoist Buyu?" The Jin Clan Chief's eyes widened. Then he understood. No wonder the storytelling tale was called The Legend of Ask Dao Sect—it was his own Sect Master telling it. That made perfect sense.

"Wait a moment. How did you find me?"

"Oh, that's simple. Years ago, I owed people money and didn't pay, so I was constantly on the run. After getting so much practice at hiding, I got pretty good at finding people too."

Daoist Buyu: "..."

"You want to become my disciple and learn storytelling?" Daoist Buyu hesitated. This was the first time a