Rewards: Suanni Treasure Blood, Blood Moving Realm Mid-stage!

"The Green-Scaled Eagle's sharp talons dove straight toward the older children trailing at the very back!"

"If those talons were to land, never mind a few children, even a full-grown giant elephant would be instantly disemboweled, its blood spraying across the vast sky!"

As Su Chen narrated with vivid, dramatic flair, the atmosphere inside the Listening Rain Pavilion instantly tightened to the breaking point.

Many listeners even subconsciously clenched their fists, their palms slick with cold sweat.

A raptor of such immense size, covered from head to toe in cyan-gold scales?

To the Spirit Masters of the Douluo Continent, such size and presence meant it was at least a ten-thousand-year flying Spirit Beast, comparable to a Spirit King!

Facing a ferocious beast of this caliber, how could a few civilian children who hadn't even awakened their Martial Spirits possibly survive?

Yet, just as everyone assumed these older children were doomed to die.

On the high platform, the folding fan in Su Chen's hand slammed heavily onto the table!

"Clack!"

"At this critical, hair-trigger moment!"

"A small, chubby figure, not even as tall as an adult's thigh, suddenly darted out from the crowd."

"It was none other than Little Shi Hao!"

Su Chen's speech was rapid, like a string of firecrackers, forcing that heart-stopping scene directly into the minds of the audience:

"Facing that sky-obscuring, ferociously arrogant demonic bird, this Little Milk Baby felt not a shred of fear; instead, he chose to cover their retreat!"

"He simply set the milk jug he was holding carefully to the side, then wrapped his two small hands around a massive boulder weighing two or three thousand jin!"

"Go!"

"The Little Milk Baby shouted in his milky voice, his arms surging with power."

"That boulder, which would have been like a small hill to any adult, was actually hurled by him toward the Green-Scaled Eagle in mid-air!"

As Su Chen's voice fell, a wave of incredulous gasps erupted throughout the hall.

A two or three thousand jin boulder?

Thrown into the air like a sandbag?

In the corner, Tang San, already feeling battered, twitched uncontrollably once more.

After all, as a master proficient in hidden weapons, he understood the gap between lifting and throwing all too well.

To hurl a two or three thousand jin boulder into the air at such high speed, the instantaneous explosive force required would absolutely exceed five thousand jin, perhaps even approaching ten thousand!

How is it possible? A three-and-a-half-year-old child—how could his muscle fibers withstand such instantaneous explosive power? Tang San gritted his teeth, the sense of powerlessness in his heart growing ever stronger.

Meanwhile, the listeners below held their breath, staring fixedly at Su Chen on the stage.

"The Green-Scaled Eagle clearly hadn't expected that the most inconspicuous human cub below could erupt with such terrifying, immense strength."

"The boulder whistled through the air, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, and slammed directly into the Green-Scaled Eagle's talons!"

"Accompanied by a deafening boom like metal striking stone, sparks showered through the air!"

"That arrogant Green-Scaled Eagle was actually sent stumbling in mid-air by this sudden stone, forced to a halt!"

They won?

Hearing this, many Spirit Masters couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Relying solely on physical strength to throw a stone and repel a descendant of an ancient demonic bird comparable to a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast?

Is this the power of the Blood Moving Realm?

Is this the true worth of a three-year-old child in the Perfect World?

However, there was not a hint of ease on Su Chen's face; instead, his eyes grew increasingly profound:

"Do you think the ferocious beasts of the Great Wilderness are only physically formidable?"

"If that were the case, how could the masses of the human race have survived in the Great Wilderness at all?"

"After the Green-Scaled Eagle steadied itself, it was thoroughly enraged."

"At this moment, it noticed the Little Shi Hao below and realized that this human cub was not only shockingly strong, but also a massive threat."

"It no longer chose to clash physically; instead, the cyan-gold scales covering its body suddenly erupted with an extremely blinding light!"

Light?

The listeners were slightly stunned, not quite understanding.

Su Chen didn't keep them in suspense, throwing out one of the core power systems of the Perfect World, word by word:

"At the center of the Green-Scaled Eagle's brow, a mysterious, complex rune flickering with an ancient aura suddenly lit up!"

"Immediately following, a brilliant, incomparably vivid Silver Moon condensed out of thin air before it!"

"This Silver Moon was several meters long, its edges shimmering with a chilling, heart-stopping cold light, as if it could slice through the very void!"

"The next second, the Silver Moon slashed directly toward the Little Shi Hao below!"

Runes?

A Silver Moon Wheel?

The soul masters in the main hall couldn't help but widen their eyes upon hearing this.

"Is... is this a soul skill?!" someone couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

In their understanding, whenever a soul beast released an energy attack, it was a soul skill!

"A soul skill?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Do not equate such crude applications of energy with the magnificent power of this world."

"This is the supreme power inherited from the depths of the bloodline of the fierce beast lineage, and it is also a manifestation of the Great Dao of this world."

"The Bone Text Precious Technique."

"Every single Precious Technique contains the power of rules that seize the fortune of heaven and earth!"

"Techniques as powerful as those of the Ten Primordial Evils can even reverse time and space and reshape the universe!"

"And what this Green-Scaled Eagle is displaying is precisely the incomplete Precious Technique inherited within its bloodline: the Silver Moon Wheel!"

Hiss!

With the dropping of the phrase "Bone Text Precious Technique," the Listening Rain Pavilion was once again plunged into shock.

It wasn't a skill bestowed by a soul ring, but the rules of heaven and earth inherited from the depths of one's bloodline?

In the private room on the second floor, Xue Qinghe's hand gripping the teacup tightened abruptly, the fervor in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"What a magnificent Bone Text Precious Technique!"

"The cultivation system of this world is actually so profound and unfathomable; compared to our Douluo Continent's method of hunting soul beasts to obtain soul skills, it is countless times more brilliant!"

However, just as everyone was immersed in the shock of this brand-new power system, Su Chen changed the subject, his tone becoming grave:

"The Silver Moon Wheel whistled down, easily slicing through the giant trees and rocks in its path."

"And in the face of such a divine Precious Technique capable of easily leveling a mountain..."

"How is the Little Milk Baby Shi Hao, who has yet to even cultivate a single Bone Text and possesses nothing but brute strength, to defend against it?"

"Can a mere flesh-and-blood body withstand a Precious Technique that manifests the rules of heaven and earth?"

"And how, in the end, will it all conclude?"

Hearing this, the many listeners were instantly pulled back to reality, their hearts leaping into their throats.

That's right!

No matter how great his strength, he was still just a mortal of flesh and blood.

Facing an energy wheel capable of easily slicing through giant boulders, what could a little baby use to block it?

Could he dodge it?

For a moment, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard; everyone stared fixedly at Su Chen on the stage, terrified of missing a single word.

However, seeing the anxious, heart-wrenching expressions of the crowd below, Su Chen smiled slightly.

He then calmly picked up the teacup on the table and took a leisurely sip.

Then, with a clack, the wooden gavel in his hand fell heavily.

"If you wish to know how little Shi Hao survives this desperate situation..."

Su Chen stood up, and amidst the resentful gazes of the listeners who were practically spitting blood, he folded his fan and said loudly:

"We shall hear the conclusion in the next installment!"

Following the words "hear the conclusion in the next installment" echoing through the inn, Su Chen did not show the slightest hesitation.

He casually tucked his folding fan into his waistband and, under the resentful gazes of the thousands of listeners in the hall, walked toward the backstage with a composed gait.

"Hey, hey, hey! Mr. Su! Don't go!"

"How exactly did little Shi Hao block that so-called Bone Text Precious Technique? You have to finish the story!"

"My heavens, leaving it off here is even more agonizing than killing me! Mr. Su, I offer five hundred Gold Soul Coins, please, just tell us for another incense stick of time!"

"That's right, and what happened to that egg in the end?"

For a time, countless people were so anxious they were slapping their thighs.

But no matter how they called out, that slender cyan-clad figure did not even turn his head, disappearing directly from everyone's sight.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the inn.

Compared to the other listeners who were left wanting more, the expressions of the master and disciple Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were so gloomy they seemed capable of dripping water.

Yu Xiaogang slumped in his chair, his eyes fixed intently on the massive bronze tripod deeply embedded in the shattered bluestone floor of the main hall, his lips still trembling slightly.

The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul he took such pride in had been slapped in the face today by a storyteller who didn't possess a shred of soul power.

"Teacher..."

Tang San lowered his voice and bowed his head slightly, the strands of hair falling over his forehead perfectly concealing the malice in his eyes.

"San, is it possible that my theories... are truly wrong?"

"No! Teacher, you are not wrong!"

"How could anyone in this world lift a six-thousand-jin weight with raw physical strength alone without cultivating soul power? This completely defies the laws of nature!"

"In my opinion, this Su Chen is definitely no ordinary person!"

"He possesses not even a sliver of soul power, yet he can perform such an inconceivable feat. It is highly likely he has cultivated some long-lost evil secret art!"

As Tang San spoke, his right hand had already quietly tightened around the trigger of the Silent Sleeve Arrow hidden within his sleeve.

"Regardless of what parlor tricks or evil arts he is using."

"To dare humiliate you in front of such a crowd, and to spread such heretical nonsense to disrupt the soul master world—this man has already invited his own death!"

"I suggest we temporarily retreat and return to discuss this with Dean Flender before making any further plans!"

Upon hearing these righteous words from Tang San, Yu Xiaogang felt slightly better.

With that, the master and disciple exchanged a glance, each harboring their own ulterior motives, before taking advantage of the chaotic crowd to sneakily rise and depart from the Listening Rain Pavilion.

Meanwhile, in the private upper room of the Listening Rain Pavilion's backyard.

As soon as Su Chen pushed the door open and sat down on the grand armchair, a series of system notifications, as pleasant as celestial music, rang out in his mind.

[Ding! Host recounted Perfect World, vividly depicting the Green-Scaled Eagle and the Bone Text Precious Technique, igniting the audience's emotions. Gained Storytelling Points +3500!]

[Ding! Host lifted a cauldron with one hand, completely shattering the low-dimensional worldview and causing massive shock. Gained Storytelling Points +8000!]

[Ding! Host caused the Child of Destiny Tang San to suffer extreme mental breakdown and jealous killing intent, triggering a critical reward. Gained Storytelling Points +15000!]

[Ding! Host caused the key character Yu Xiaogang's faith to collapse. Gained Storytelling Points +10000!]

Looking at the generous balance on the system panel that had instantly surged to tens of thousands, Su Chen smiled with satisfaction.

Today's haul could truly be called a bumper harvest.

"System, initiate high-level draw!" Su Chen did not hesitate, silently chanting in his heart.

Once points are obtained, they must be converted into strength. After all, there were certainly no shortage of people on the Douluo Continent who envied him, such as Tang San, who had just developed killing intent toward him.

[Ding! Deducting 30,000 Storytelling Points, high-level draw in progress...]

Following the rapid rotation of the brilliant golden wheel before his eyes, several dazzling rays of light shot directly into Su Chen's body.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Ten Primordial Evils - Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Precious Technique (Fragment)!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: One drop of True Blood from the Primordial Remnant Suanni (diluted and mild version, ready for direct absorption)!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: One Cultivation Critical Strike Card (use to instantly advance to the mid-stage of the Blood Moving Realm)!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the SSS-rank exclusive storyteller skill: [Immersive Experience] (upgradable)]

[Introduction: When telling a story, the host may consume a small amount of Storytelling Points to activate this privilege.]

[Once activated, all listeners will be forcibly pulled into the story scene depicted by the host, experiencing 100% realistic vision, hearing, smell, and environmental atmosphere.]

[Bonus effect: Single-target extreme strike.]

[When [Immersive Experience] is active, you may designate one listener to experience the story content to the maximum degree.]

[No physical damage, but they will suffer a mental shock!]

Looking at these four rewards, Su Chen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Good heavens, this system is truly powerful.

Without any hesitation, Su Chen silently chanted in his heart: "Use the Cultivation Critical Strike Card, absorb the Suanni True Blood!"

"Hum!"

In an instant, a massive amount of energy, extremely violent yet softened by the system, suddenly exploded throughout Su Chen's limbs and bones!

Inside his body, it felt as if ten thousand thunderclaps were roaring; fine, dense golden lightning runes flashed across the surface of his skin before finally branding themselves into his bone marrow.

In just half an incense stick of time.

When Su Chen opened his eyes again, faint flashes of lightning flickered within his already profound gaze.

He gently clenched his fist.

"Crackle!"

The surrounding air was squeezed by his grip, emitting a series of sonic booms!

"Mid-stage of the Blood Moving Realm..."

Su Chen felt the terrifying power within his body that seemed capable of shattering mountains with a single punch, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "With a swing of one arm, I have at least fifty thousand jin of brute force."

"Coupled with this fragment of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Precious Technique, now on this Douluo Continent, as long as I don't actively seek death, even if a Title Douluo or a god from the heavens descends, I, Su, can ensure they never return!"

Meanwhile, just as Su Chen was carefully sensing his surging strength.

A rhythmic knocking suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Is Mr. Su in? Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, accompanied by Uncle Sword, Chen Xin, has come to pay an uninvited visit."

Hearing the voice from outside, Su Chen did not feel surprised.

Having displayed such shocking, pure physical strength in the main hall just moments ago, it would be truly bizarre if the major powers in Tiandou City could still sit still.

"Enter."

Su Chen casually picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of clear tea, his tone indifferent.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.