"The Green-Scaled Eagle's pair of sharp talons shot straight toward the older children at the very back!"
"If those claws landed, forget a few children—even a fully grown giant elephant would be ripped open in an instant, its blood spraying across the sky!"
As Su Chen narrated with vivid flair, the atmosphere throughout the Listening Rain Pavilion grew tense in an instant.
Many listeners even clenched their fists instinctively, their palms slick with cold sweat.
A bird of prey that huge, its entire body covered in green-gold scales?
In the eyes of the Spirit Masters of Douluo Continent, a creature of that size and might had to be a ten-thousand-year flying Soul Beast at least, one comparable to a Soul King!
Faced with such a Ferocious Beast, how could a few ordinary children who hadn't even awakened their Martial Souls possibly survive?
However, just as everyone thought the older children were doomed—
On the raised platform, Su Chen's folding fan slammed hard against the table!
"Smack!"
"At that very moment, when life and death hung by a thread!"
"They saw a small, plump figure dart out from the crowd. He didn't even reach an adult's thigh!"
"It was Little Shi Hao!"
Su Chen spoke at lightning speed, like a rapid-fire volley, stuffing the heart-pounding scene straight into everyone's minds:
"Faced with that Demonic Bird, which blotted out the sky and brimmed with ferocity, the Little Milk Baby wasn't afraid in the slightest. Instead, he chose to stay behind and cover the others' retreat!"
"He carefully set the jar of beast milk in his arms to one side, then wrapped both little hands around a huge boulder beside him, one weighing two or three thousand jin!"
"Here goes!"
"The Little Milk Baby cried out in his childish voice, and suddenly threw his arms into the effort."
"That enormous boulder, which looked like a small mountain even to an adult, was hurled straight at the Green-Scaled Eagle in midair!"
As soon as Su Chen finished speaking, disbelieving cries rang through the hall.
A boulder weighing two or three thousand jin?
Thrown into the air like a sandbag?
In the corner, Tang San, who had already suffered blow after blow, twitched uncontrollably once more.
As an expert in Hidden Weapons, he knew all too well the difference between lifting and throwing.
To hurl a boulder weighing two or three thousand jin into the air at such tremendous speed would require an explosive burst of force far exceeding five thousand jin, perhaps even approaching ten thousand!
"How is that possible? How could the muscle fibers of a three-and-a-half-year-old child withstand that kind of instantaneous explosive force?" Tang San gritted his teeth, the helplessness in his heart growing ever stronger.
Down below, the listeners held their breaths, staring fixedly at Su Chen on the stage.
"The Green-Scaled Eagle clearly hadn't expected the most unremarkable human child below to unleash such terrifying strength."
"The boulder came howling in, bearing the weight of ten thousand jun, and smashed straight into the Green-Scaled Eagle's sharp talons!"
"With a clang like metal striking stone, sparks flew through the air!"
"That arrogant Green-Scaled Eagle was struck so suddenly that it staggered in midair, forced to halt for a moment!"
Had he won?
Hearing this, quite a few Spirit Masters couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
With nothing but the strength of his body, he'd thrown a rock and driven back a descendant of a Primordial Demonic Bird comparable to a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
Was this the power of the Blood Moving Realm?
Was this the worth of a three-year-old child in Perfect World?
Yet Su Chen showed no sign of relief. His gaze only grew deeper as he said:
"Do you think the Ferocious Beasts of the Great Wilderness are merely strong in body?"
"If that were all, how could so many members of the human race barely scrape by in the Great Wilderness?"
"Once the Green-Scaled Eagle steadied itself, it flew into a rage."
"It noticed Little Shi Hao below and realized that this human child was not only astonishingly strong, but also a serious threat."
"It didn't choose to meet force with force again. Instead, the scales across its body, gleaming like green gold, suddenly burst into a dazzling light!"
Light?
The listeners looked at one another, puzzled.
Su Chen didn't keep them waiting. Word by word, he introduced one of the most fundamental power systems in Perfect World:
"They saw a mysterious, intricate rune, shimmering with an ancient aura, suddenly light up between the Green-Scaled Eagle's brows!"
"Then, a radiant silver crescent moon, solid as a real object, formed out of thin air before it!"
"The silver moon stretched several meters long. A chill, heart-pounding gleam shone along its edge, as if it could slice through the void!"
"In the next instant, the silver moon shot straight down at Little Shi Hao!"
Runes?
A silver crescent moon?
The Spirit Masters in the hall widened their eyes at that.
"T-That's a Soul Skill?!" someone cried out in shock.
As far as they knew, when a Soul Beast unleashed an energy attack, it was a Soul Skill!
"A Soul Skill?"
Su Chen shook his head.
"Don't compare such crude uses of energy to the might of this world."
"This is the supreme power passed down through the bloodline of the Ferocious Beasts, the very manifestation of the Great Dao of this world."
"Bone Text Precious Techniques."
"Every Precious Technique contains rules capable of seizing the fortune of heaven and earth!"
"Powerful as the Ten Primordial Evils' Precious Techniques, they can even reverse time and space and reshape the universe!"
"And the technique used by this Green-Scaled Eagle is an incomplete Precious Technique inherited through its bloodline: the Silver Moon Wheel!"
Hiss!
At the words "Bone Text Precious Techniques," the Listening Rain Pavilion was once again thrown into shock.
Not a skill granted by a Soul Ring, but rules of heaven and earth passed down through the bloodline?
In a private room on the second floor, Xue Qinghe's hand tightened abruptly around his teacup. His fervor nearly spilled from his eyes.
"Splendid! These Bone Text Precious Techniques!"
"The cultivation system of this world is so profound and unfathomable. It's countless times more advanced than our method of hunting Soul Beasts to obtain Soul Skills!"
However, just as everyone was immersed in the shock of this new power system, Su Chen shifted the subject, his tone turning grave:
"The Silver Moon Wheel came howling down, slicing through the giant trees and boulders in its path with ease."
"And faced with this divine Precious Technique, powerful enough to shear the top off a mountain..."
"How would Little Shi Hao, a Little Milk Baby who hadn't even cultivated Bone Scripts yet and possessed nothing but brute strength, resist?"
"Could flesh and blood alone withstand a Precious Technique that embodied the rules of heaven and earth?"
"How, in the end, did it all turn out?"
Hearing this, the listeners were yanked back to reality, their hearts suddenly leaping into their throats.
That was right!
No matter how strong he was, he was still made of flesh and blood.
What could a little child do against a wheel of energy that could cut through solid boulders?
Could he dodge it?
For a moment, the Listening Rain Pavilion fell so silent that a pin could be heard dropping. Everyone stared fixedly at Su Chen on the stage, afraid to miss a single word.
Yet seeing the listeners below squirming with unbearable tension, Su Chen only smiled faintly.
Then he calmly picked up the teacup on the table and took a leisurely sip.
With a sharp smack, the wooden clapper in his hand struck the table.
"To learn how Little Shi Hao escaped certain doom..."
Su Chen rose to his feet. As the listeners looked at him with such bitter, resentful expressions they could almost spit blood, he snapped his folding fan shut and announced:
"For that, you'll have to hear the next installment!"
As soon as those words fell in the inn, Su Chen didn't hesitate for even a moment.
He casually tucked the folding fan into his belt and walked toward the backstage, his steps unhurried, while more than a thousand listeners watched him with resentful eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey! Mr. Su! Don't go!"
"How did Little Shi Hao block that Bone Text Precious Technique? At least finish the story!"
"My heavens, stopping here is more painful than killing me! Mr. Su, I'll pay five hundred Gold Soul Coins. Please tell us another quarter hour!"
"Exactly! And what happened to the egg in the end?"
In an instant, countless people were slapping their thighs in frustration.
But no matter how they called after him, that tall, slender figure in blue didn't even turn around. He simply vanished from their sight.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the inn.
Unlike the other listeners, who were still eager for more, Tang San and his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, looked so gloomy it seemed water might drip from their faces.
Yu Xiaogang slumped in his chair, staring fixedly at the massive bronze cauldron embedded deep in the shattered stone floor at the center of the hall. His lips were still trembling faintly.
The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, the theory he had always taken pride in, had been publicly humiliated by a storyteller without the slightest trace of Soul Power.
"Teacher..."
Tang San lowered his voice and his head slightly. The strands of hair hanging over his forehead conveniently concealed the malice in his eyes.
"Little San, was my theory... was my theory really wrong?"
"No! Teacher, you're not wrong!"
"How could anyone lift six thousand jin without cultivating Soul Power, relying on nothing but their body? It defies the laws of nature!"
"In my opinion, Su Chen is no ordinary person!"
"He doesn't have a trace of Soul Power, yet he can do something so unbelievable. He may very well have cultivated some evil secret art that was lost long ago!"
As Tang San spoke, his right hand had already closed around the mechanism of the Silent Sleeve Arrow hidden in his sleeve.
"No matter what kind of trick he used, or what kind of evil art he practices..."
"Daring to humiliate you in public, then spreading such heretical nonsense to mislead the Soul Master World—this man has earned his death!"
"In my opinion, we should avoid his sharp edge for now, go back and discuss things with Dean Flender, and decide what to do after that!"
Hearing Tang San's righteous words, Yu Xiaogang finally felt a little better.
And so, the teacher and disciple exchanged a glance, each with their own schemes. Then, taking advantage of the crowd's confusion, they slunk out of the Listening Rain Pavilion.
At that moment, in the private upper room in the back courtyard of the Listening Rain Pavilion.
Su Chen had just pushed open the door and settled into the grand chair when a string of system notifications rang out in his mind, as sweet as celestial music.
[ Ding! The host narrated Perfect World, vividly depicting the Green-Scaled Eagle and Bone Text Precious Techniques, igniting the crowd's emotions. You have earned 3,500 Storytelling Points! ] [ Ding! The host lifted the cauldron with one hand, completely shattering the worldview of a lower-dimensional world and causing widespread shock. You have earned 8,000 Storytelling Points! ] [ Ding! The host caused the Son of Fortune, Tang San, to suffer an extreme breakdown and murderous jealousy, triggering a critical reward. You have earned 15,000 Storytelling Points! ] [ Ding! The host caused the key figure Yu Xiaogang's faith to collapse. You have earned 10,000 Storytelling Points! ]
Looking at the balance on the system panel, which had shot up to tens of thousands of points in an instant, Su Chen smiled with satisfaction.
This time, he'd really hit the jackpot.
"System, start a high-level draw!" Su Chen didn't hesitate to silently call out.
With points in hand, he naturally had to convert them into strength. After all, there were certainly plenty of people on Douluo Continent who'd be jealous of him, including Tang San, who had just developed murderous intent.
[ Ding! 30,000 Storytelling Points deducted. High-level draw in progress... ]
As the dazzling golden wheel before his eyes spun rapidly, several brilliant streaks of light shot straight into Su Chen's body.
[ Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: Ten Primordial Evils' Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Precious Technique (incomplete)! ] [ Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: one drop of true blood from the Primordial Remnant Suanni (diluted and tempered; can be absorbed directly)! ] [ Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: one Cultivation Critical Boost Card (upon use, directly raises the host to the mid-stage of the Blood Moving Realm)! ] [ Ding! Congratulations, host! You have obtained the SSS-rank exclusive Storyteller Skill: [Immersive Experience] (upgradeable)! ] [ Description: While storytelling, the host can spend a small number of Storytelling Points to activate this ability. ] [ Upon activation, all listeners will be forcibly drawn into the scenes the host describes, where they will experience the visuals, sounds, scents, and atmosphere with 100% realism. ] [ Additional effect: Single-Target Limit Strike. ] [ When activating [Immersive Experience], the host can designate a listener to experience the story to the greatest possible extent. ] [ No attack power, but the target will suffer mental shock! ]
Looking at these four rewards, Su Chen couldn't help raising his brows slightly.
Good heavens, this system really delivered.
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Chen silently commanded, "Use the Cultivation Critical Boost Card and absorb the Suanni true blood!"
"Hum!"
In an instant, a surge of tremendous, wildly turbulent energy, softened by the system, exploded through every limb and bone in Su Chen's body!
Within him, it was as if ten thousand bolts of thunder were roaring. Fine golden lightning runes flashed across his skin, then sank into his marrow.
In less than half a stick of incense.
When Su Chen opened his eyes again, faint flashes of lightning shimmered in his already deep gaze.
He gently clenched his fist.
"Crackling!"
The air around him burst with a series of explosive pops as he squeezed his hand!
"Mid-stage of the Blood Moving Realm..."
Feeling the terrifying strength within him, powerful enough to topple a mountain with one punch, Su Chen's eyes flashed with satisfaction. "With one sway of my arm, I already have at least fifty thousand jin of strength."
"With the incomplete Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Precious Technique on top of that, as long as I don't go looking for trouble, no one on Douluo Continent can stop me. Even a Titled Douluo—or even the gods in the heavens—I can make sure none of them leave alive!"
At the same time, while Su Chen carefully savored his newfound strength, ...
A sudden, extremely rhythmic knock came from outside the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Is Mr. Su in? Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, accompanied by Uncle Jian Chen Xin, has come to pay him a visit. We hope we aren't intruding."
Hearing the voices outside, Su Chen wasn't surprised.
He had just displayed such astonishing, world-shaking physical strength in the main hall. If the major powers in Heaven Dou City could still sit on their hands after that, something would be very wrong.
"Come in."
Su Chen casually picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of clear tea, his tone calm.
With a creak, the door swung open.
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