The Storyteller! A Grain of Dust Can Fill the Sea, a Blade of Grass Can Sever the Sun and Moon and Stars!

Tiandou Empire, Tiandou City.

As the imperial capital of the Tiandou Empire, this place is exceptionally prosperous, with wide streets and a constant flow of carriages and horses.

Yet, in the most bustling central district of the city, there is a teahouse named Listening Rain Pavilion that has risen like a dark horse in recent days, its business booming to an unreasonable degree.

At this moment, it is high noon.

Inside Listening Rain Pavilion, it is already packed with people, not a single seat left vacant.

Hundreds of people are squeezed into the main hall, shoulder to shoulder, with even the aisles filled to capacity.

If one were to look closely, they would find that among these people are not only nobles and wealthy merchants in fine robes, but also many soul masters with profound auras and sharp gazes!

However, despite the scene being incredibly crowded and congested to the extreme, it is strangely quiet.

One can see everyone holding their heads high, their eyes fixed firmly on the high platform in the center of the hall, not daring to even breathe loudly for fear of missing something.

And in the private rooms on the second floor, there are even more distinguished figures peering through the beaded curtains, watching the scene below with focused attention.

"Fengzhi, is this storyteller at Listening Rain Pavilion really as miraculous as the rumors say?"

Inside the Heaven-class private room.

A middle-aged man dressed in a snow-white robe, with a face like polished jade and a scholarly, easygoing demeanor, is gently waving a folding fan, a smile playing on his lips.

He is none other than the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

Beside him sits an old man with white hair and beard, his eyes sharp as swords—none other than one of the two guardian Douluo of the sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Hehe, Uncle Jian."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi smiles slightly, his gaze profound as he says, "For the past few days, Tiandou City has been buzzing with talk that the stories told by Mr. Su are magnificent and grand, even surpassing the legends of the God Realm on our Douluo Continent."

"Especially the world he describes, where the strong can pluck stars and grasp the moon, and turn oceans into mulberry fields with a single thought."

"Rongrong, that girl, snuck out to listen once a few days ago, and ever since she returned, she has been absent-minded, clamoring every day to come back. That is why I am curious and specifically brought you here, Uncle Jian, to take a look."

However, upon hearing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin lets out a disdainful snort and says haughtily:

"Pluck stars and grasp the moon? Turn oceans into mulberry fields with a single thought?"

"Even the legendary ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo, or those who have reached the hundredth level to become gods, would likely struggle to possess such power."

"It is merely the exaggerated fantasy of a commoner trying to grab attention."

As a ninety-six-level Title Douluo, Chen Xin has long stood at the pinnacle of this continent, and naturally, he possesses his own pride.

In his view, so-called stories are nothing more than the cliché plots of soul masters hunting soul beasts or the wars between the two great empires.

Could there really be anything more to it?

Regarding this, Ning Fengzhi does not offer much explanation, merely smiling without committing himself.

Just then, on the high platform, a young man in a green robe finally walks out slowly.

The man is about twenty years old, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, handsome and refined. He holds a folding fan in his hand, his temperament ethereal, as if an immortal had descended to the world.

This person is the storyteller of Listening Rain Pavilion, Su Chen.

Su Chen is a transmigrator.

After arriving on this Douluo Continent, he did not awaken any heaven-defying martial soul, but instead awakened a "Storyteller System."

As long as he tells stories, he can gain popularity points, which he can use to exchange for rewards from the myriad worlds and improve his cultivation.

"Clack!"

As Su Chen walks to the front of the stage, he slams his gavel onto the table.

The crisp sound instantly spreads throughout the entire hall.

The main hall, which had been slightly noisy, instantly falls into a deathly silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

For a moment, everyone's eyes are fixed on Su Chen.

Su Chen smiles, opens his folding fan with a swish, waves it twice, and then speaks slowly:

"My dear guests, in our last session, we only made a start and briefly touched upon the vastness of that world."

"Today, we shall officially begin the tale of Perfect World!"

"And before the story begins, I, Su, would like to offer you a few lines to depict the might of the strong in that world!"

As he says this, Su Chen's voice rises sharply, his tone becoming impassioned and incredibly heavy.

"A single speck of dust can fill an ocean!"

"A single blade of grass can sever the sun, the moon, and the stars!"

"With a flick of a finger, the heavens turn upside down!"

"Heroes rise in groups, ten thousand races stand, sages battle for supremacy, shaking the heavens and moving the earth!"

"I ask the vast earth, who shall rule its destiny?!"

BOOM!!!

As these few words fall from Su Chen's lips.

The entire Listening Rain Pavilion instantly erupted, as if a pot of boiling water had been overturned!

Countless Douluo listeners widened their eyes and dropped their jaws, their faces masks of utter disbelief.

To say their scalps were tingling would be an understatement!

A single speck of dust, filling the sea?

A single blade of grass, severing the sun, moon, and stars???

What kind of arrogance was this? What kind of sheer audacity!

Even in their wildest dreams, they would never dare to imagine such a thing!

Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been sipping tea with nonchalance, felt his large hand tremble violently upon hearing these words, spilling more than half of the tea from his cup.

"A blade of grass severing the sun, moon, and stars?"

"Absurd! Utterly and completely absurd!"

"This old man has cultivated the Seven Kill Sword martial soul for over seventy years, my sword intent reaching the profound; I am confident that a single strike can split mountains and shatter rocks."

"Yet this brat claims a blade of grass can strike down the stars in the sky?"

"How is this possible?!"

"Even the most top-tier plant-type martial soul on this continent, such as the Blue Silver Emperor, is merely tougher and possesses powerful control capabilities."

"Wanting to sever stars? It is the greatest joke under heaven!"

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi was equally shocked, drawing in a sharp breath.

Although he had been mentally prepared, the visual impact of these words was simply too overwhelming.

"Uncle Sword, calm yourself. Let us listen to how he intends to justify this lie."

In the end, Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart, though his gaze grew increasingly solemn.

This Su Chen truly had a massive ego!

If the world in this book truly possessed such combat power, wouldn't they, the so-called Titled Douluo, be no better than ants on the ground?

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous corner of the main hall.

A young man and a young woman sat together.

The man was handsome, but his eyes were calculating.

The woman wore a pink dress, her long scorpion-tail braid hanging behind her, making her look playful and cute.

These two were none other than Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had arrived in Tiandou City not long ago.

"A speck of dust can fill the sea, a blade of grass can sever stars..."

Tang San muttered to himself, his heart already churning with stormy waves.

The combat power described here likely far exceeds the scope of a Titled Douluo, perhaps even reaching the god level?

Tang San compared it in his mind.

In the Tang Sect world of his previous life, although there were internal arts and hidden weapons, it was absolutely impossible to achieve such a feat.

And in this Douluo Continent, while Titled Douluo were strong enough to destroy cities and raze fortresses, they could never reach the level of severing stars!

"Brother, this storyteller is so good at bragging!"

Beside him, Xiao Wu, who had come to listen to the story with him, blinked her large eyes. She took a bite of a carrot she was holding and said with some disbelief:

"How could a blade of grass possibly sever stars? Even those two most terrifying Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in the Star Dou Forest couldn't do that."

"Besides, he said a speck of dust could fill the ocean; that's just too exaggerated."

To this, Tang San sneered, shaking his head as he whispered: "Xiao Wu, perhaps this is just an exaggerated technique. After all, it is storytelling; he has to say something shocking to grab attention."

"In my opinion, the weaker a person is, the more they tend to indulge in such fantasies."

"Deceiving themselves, and delusional enough to try and deceive others."

"If a world like this actually existed, I would eat—"

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

Su Chen, as the storyteller, naturally took in the reactions of everyone below.

Watching the popularity points on his system panel jumping wildly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a way that was almost imperceptible.

This was exactly the effect he wanted!

Although the Douluo Continent was a fantasy world, it wasn't without reason that it was mocked as the "sewer" or "floor tile" of the genre.

The Titled Douluo here, when they fought, were only at the level of tearing down a few houses.

Compared to the combat power in Perfect World, where they could shatter universes and erase the Great Dao at every turn, there was indeed a dimensional gap.

He ignored the shock and skepticism of the crowd.

Su Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip to moisten his throat, then snapped his folding fan shut and continued to narrate with eloquence:

"In the incomparably distant Era of Chaotic Antiquity, within the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm..."

"There existed a vast and boundless Great Wilderness."

"Within this Great Wilderness, mountain ranges stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and ancient trees towered into the sky, blotting out the sun."

"This place is a forbidden zone for humanity, a paradise for fierce beasts!"

"Primordial remnants run rampant here; a single spread of their wings is like a cloud hanging from the heavens, and a gentle flap is enough to shatter mountains!"

"Even more terrifying are the pure-blooded creatures that roam, their roars like thunder, shattering the void, feeding upon flood dragons and gods and demons!"

"In this Great Wilderness, humanity struggles to survive like ants, establishing tribes in the cracks of existence, worshipping sacrificial spirits and praying for protection."

"And our story begins deep within this Great Wilderness, in a place called Stone Village."

As Su Chen spoke, a scene of a primitive and ancient world seemed to slowly unfold before everyone's eyes.

The oppressive feeling of humanity trembling beneath the feet of fierce beasts, struggling to survive, resonated with everyone present.

"Feeding on flood dragons and gods and demons?"

On the second floor, Sword Douluo Chen Xin furrowed his brows, his fingers tapping lightly against the table.

"On this Douluo Continent, although soul beasts are powerful, they are mostly hunted by soul masters to obtain soul rings."

"Even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in the depths of the Star Dou Forest, if Old Bone and I were to join forces, would not necessarily be impossible to slay."

"But in this storyteller's Great Wilderness, is humanity truly so humble?"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi on the other side also sighed: "If such a world truly existed, it would indeed be the darkest hour for humanity."

Meanwhile, in a corner on the first floor, Tang San, who had also heard these words, scoffed in disdain.

After all, in his view, if this man wanted to make things up, he should have done so; he started with such a grand premise, only to have the narrative fall flat.

Who didn't know that the Douluo Continent revolved around hunting soul beasts to obtain soul rings? Yet in this vast world the storyteller had fabricated, humanity was actually forced into such a state by mere beasts.

Truly pathetic.

Thinking of this, Tang San shook his head again, wanting to leave immediately to find Dai Mubai and the others.

Just then, Su Chen, who was in the middle of his performance, ignored the crowd and shifted the tone of his story, continuing:

"And in that Stone Village, there stood an old willow tree, scorched by lightning."

"Its entire body was charred black, with only a single tender green branch left, swaying gently in the wind."

"This was the sacrificial spirit of Stone Village, the Willow Deity!"

"Bang!"

However, the moment Su Chen's words fell, a deafening slam against a table suddenly echoed through the hall of the Listening Rain Pavilion!

A burly man with a fierce, fleshy face stood up abruptly.

He made no attempt to hide the ferocious aura of a soul master radiating from his body, and pointing at Su Chen on the high platform, he began to curse with a face full of mockery and disdain:

"What a load of nonsense!"

"I thought it was some grand and magnificent world, but after listening for so long, it turns out to be a spineless world where people act as dogs for beasts!"

The man's shout instantly shattered the quiet of the inn, drawing everyone's attention toward him.

But he didn't care in the slightest; instead, he grew more animated, his voice echoing through the hall like a booming bell:

"Mere soul beasts on our Douluo Continent are born to be hunted by us soul masters, skinned and deboned to obtain soul rings! To put it bluntly, they are just beasts waiting for us to slaughter them!"

"But in this bullshit Perfect World of yours, not only is humanity oppressed by those vile creatures to the point of gasping for breath, but they actually go and worship them?"

"And not just worship, but worship a piece of junk willow tree that is about to die of old age and has been scorched by lightning?!"

At this point, the burly man couldn't help but sneer repeatedly, adding with a hostile, sarcastic tone:

"You poor, pathetic storyteller, are you intentionally trying to spread heresy here? Are you deliberately inflating the prestige of those beasts to belittle the pride of us soul masters?"

"What is your motive!"

Sure enough, after the burly man spoke, it instantly ignited the emotions of the many soul masters present.

That's right!

On the Douluo Continent, soul masters are the most noble profession! What are soul beasts? Nothing more than tools to enhance one's strength!

For a time, the hall was filled with heated discussions and accusations.

"That's right! A scorched, broken tree probably isn't even as good as a ten-year soul beast, and you call it the Willow Deity? What a laughable joke!"

"Plant-type soul beasts are the lowest of the low; a single fire could burn them to nothing. And you use one as a sacrificial spirit to protect a village? There has to be a limit to these lies!"

"This kid is clearly just trying to attract attention and disgust us soul masters!"

Listening to the indignant mockery of the crowd around him, Tang San in the corner also let out a scoff.

"Grandstanding to the extreme."

"To grab attention, you've even concocted such absurd nonsense that defies logic and ignores the hierarchy of status."

"Worshipping a withered plant-type spirit beast as a god? Elevating a lowly beast to the heavens? What a pathetic fantasy."

"If this were outside, a charlatan spouting such madness and twisting the truth would have long since had their tongue cut out, their legs broken, and been tossed into a sewer by Martial Soul Hall or the major sects."

Tang San's words were sharp and biting to the extreme, with no intention of lowering his voice.

However, Xiao Wu, sitting to the side, had turned somewhat pale.

Although she also felt that a willow tree charred by lightning could not possibly be a god.

But...

When she heard the phrases "spirit beasts are born as livestock to be hunted" and "destined to be slaughtered," and even heard Tang San repeatedly calling them "lowly beasts."

Xiao Wu felt as if her heart had been viciously pricked by a needle, a sharp and agonizing pain.