Yu Xiaogang Arrives, A Battle of Truths!

Even the towering, thick walls of Tiandou City, when taken section by section, would not weigh more than ten thousand jin!

A three-year-old toddler, not even weaned from milk, could unleash a terrifying force of one hundred thousand jin with his physical body alone in a single movement?

How could this be possible!!!

"Absurd! This is the greatest joke under the heavens!"

After a brief moment of shock, Tang San was the first to regain his senses. His face flushed a deep red as he pointed at Su Chen on the high platform and shouted aloud.

"A force of one hundred thousand jin—even a level seventy power-type Soul Saint activating their Avatar of the Martial Soul could never reach such a level!"

"You are completely insulting the intelligence of us Soul Masters!"

Meanwhile, in the private room on the second floor.

Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, was equally stunned.

"A fine one hundred thousand jin..."

The corner of this level ninety-six peak Douluo's eye was twitching slightly.

If such a terrifying force of one hundred thousand jin truly existed, then in the face of such monstrous power, his own pride and joy, the Seven Kill Sword, would likely be shattered into pieces before it could even withstand a single punch!

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a bitter smile, his hand gripping his folding fan trembling slightly.

"This Mr. Su truly knows how to shock the world with his words."

"One hundred thousand jin—even that Titan Giant Ape deep within the Star Dou Forest likely does not possess such terrifying, purely physical strength."

Listening to the renewed chorus of skepticism from the crowd below, Su Chen on the high platform merely offered a faint smile, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful.

He did not offer an explanation, nor did he argue, for there was simply no need.

"Clack!"

The gavel struck heavily.

The crisp sound once again suppressed the voices of the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the vastness of the high-dimensional heavens cannot be grasped through mere words alone."

"Today's story ends here, Su shall say no more."

"If you wish to know how that little toddler reached the ultimate realm of the Blood Moving Realm, and what storms he stirred within the cruel Great Wilderness, let us listen to the next installment!"

Having said this, Su Chen ignored the bewildered expressions of the crowd, snapped his folding fan shut, and turned to walk toward the back hall of the inn.

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

"How can you cut it off here again! How am I supposed to sleep tonight!"

"How exactly is that one hundred thousand jin of strength trained? Tell us clearly before you leave!"

"Ahhh, this is killing me! Mr. Su, I'll offer one hundred Gold Soul Coins, please tell us for just one more stick of incense!"

For a time, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion was filled with wails following Su Chen's departure.

Those Soul Masters who had been questioning him moments ago were now scratching their heads in frustration, feeling as if a hundred cats were clawing at their hearts, an itch that was unbearable.

But no matter how they shouted, Su Chen's back had already disappeared around the corner.

After returning to his private room.

Su Chen closed the door behind him, the inscrutable look on his face gradually melting into a satisfied smile.

For just a moment ago, the long-awaited system notification sound in his mind had begun to chime like falling beans.

[Ding! Host narrated Perfect World, igniting the emotions of the audience, gained Storytelling Points +999!]
[Ding! Host revealed the setting of the ultimate Blood Moving Realm, severely impacting the low-dimensional worldview, gained Storytelling Points +2500!]
[Ding! Host caused the Child of Destiny Tang San to experience extreme psychological breakdown and jealousy, triggering a critical hit reward, gained Storytelling Points +5000!]

Looking at the Storytelling Points on his interface that had skyrocketed, finally breaking through the ten-thousand mark, Su Chen could not help but curl the corners of his lips.

The Storytelling System, as expected, required constant emotional manipulation and the continuous shattering of their inherent perceptions to achieve maximum profit.

As long as the listeners were made to feel shock, fear, anticipation, and other such emotions through the storytelling, Storytelling Points could be collected.

And these Storytelling Points could not only be exchanged for items from the myriad worlds in the system mall, but could also be used directly for lucky draws!

"System, open the lucky draw panel."

Su Chen thought to himself.

[Ding! Current Storytelling Points meet the requirements for a primary draw. Do you wish to consume 10,000 points for a primary ten-consecutive draw?]

"Draw!" Su Chen did not hesitate in the slightest.

Following his command, a wheel emitting a brilliant radiance appeared before his eyes and began to spin rapidly.

A few seconds later, golden light flashed repeatedly.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Perfect World, Blood Moving Realm initial cultivation!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Primordial Fierce Beast, Green-Scaled Eagle Precious Bone (fragmented version)!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Primary Marrow Cleansing Pill ×3!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: 100,000 Gold Soul Coins!]

Listening to the series of notifications in his mind, Su Chen's eyes lit up instantly.

Especially that initial Blood Moving Realm cultivation; it was exactly what he needed, like a pillow delivered just as he was getting sleepy!

Although he currently had the protection of the system's invincible domain and feared no one within Listening Rain Pavilion, he remained a powerless ordinary person the moment he stepped outside this inn.

But now, with this Blood Moving Realm cultivation, everything was different.

"Merge!"

As the words fell, an ancient power manifested out of thin air within Su Chen's body, causing his blood to begin boiling and emitting a faint, roaring sound like a surging river.

He felt his bones reshaping, his muscles tightening frantically, and his limbs and skeleton filled with a seemingly inexhaustible strength.

Even though he had only just entered the Blood Moving Realm, Su Chen could now exert thousands of jin of raw force with a single swing of his arm!

"So this is the Blood Moving Realm..." Su Chen clenched his fist, feeling the sonic boom at his fingertips, his eyes growing increasingly profound.

Compared to such a high-dimensional, vast world, the Soul Master system of Douluo was indeed far too weak.

Meanwhile, as the storytelling concluded, the crowd inside Listening Rain Pavilion began to disperse.

However, the content Su Chen had spoken of seemed to have grown wings, spreading through the entire Tiandou Imperial City at a terrifying speed!

"Have you heard? That storyteller at Listening Rain Pavilion is spouting wild nonsense again!"

"How could I not have heard? It's all over the streets! He said there's a place called the Great Wilderness where three-year-old children can lift a 100,000-jin cauldron with their bare bodies and chase after dogs!"

"Hahaha, isn't that bragging a bit too much? 100,000 jin? Does he think that's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

"Exactly! My great-uncle's neighbor's son's teacher is a power-type War Soul King, and he said the human body's limit could never reach that level. This storyteller is definitely just trying to attract attention!"

"But... I heard from people who were at the scene that Mr. Su has an immortal-like temperament and is definitely no ordinary person. Plus, the place he described, called the Perfect World, was so detailed, as if it truly existed."

"Pfft, true or false, with all this hype, I'm actually tempted to go listen and see what kind of absurd story could make so many people queue up every day."

For a time, whether in taverns, teahouses, or on the street corners of Tiandou City, almost everyone was discussing the "100,000 jin," the "Blood Moving Realm," and the "little baby who drinks beast milk."

Most were skeptical, and many were mocking, but it could not be denied that everyone's curiosity had been thoroughly piqued.

Amidst this frantic controversy, the fame of Listening Rain Pavilion surged to an unprecedented height once again!

More and more people planned to visit Listening Rain Pavilion in person during the next storytelling session to get to the bottom of it.

At the same time.

Inside a high-level Soul Master Academy in Tiandou City.

Tang San sat in a quiet study with a gloomy expression. Opposite him sat a middle-aged man with a flat-top haircut, a rigid face, and his hands clasped behind his back.

He was none other than the master of Douluo Continent, renowned for his invincible theories, Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, that is how things stand."

Tang San took a deep breath, a flash of sharpness in his eyes: "That storyteller named Su Chen is not only spreading heresy and belittling our Douluo Continent's Martial Soul system, but he is also fooling the common people with extremely exaggerated fallacies that even contradict your Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls!"

"He actually claimed that a three-year-old child, without cultivating soul power, could achieve 100,000 jin of strength through physical body alone!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang let out a cold laugh.

"Utterly ridiculous."

Yu Xiaogang stood up with his hands behind his back, speaking in a condescending tone of one who holds the absolute truth:

"San, you need not be angry over such an unlearned street charlatan."

"The law of conservation of energy is an unbreakable iron rule in the Soul Master world and the world at large."

"Without the support of soul power, human muscles and bones could never withstand even a thousand jin of weight, let alone 100,000."

"Such a hole-ridden lie can only deceive those commoners who lack cultural foundation."

At this point, a glimmer of intellectual arrogance flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes:

"Very well."

"Since this person dares to speak such wild words and even challenge the authority of Soul Masters, then tomorrow, I shall personally accompany you to that Listening Rain Pavilion."

"I will use the most rigorous and impeccable Martial Soul theory to peel away his false stories layer by layer in front of the entire city!"

"I want him to know that in front of a true master of theory, his attention-seeking tricks are worth nothing!"

And at the same time.

Inside the Crown Prince's Residence at the Tiandou Imperial Palace.

A young man with a handsome face and a gentle, refined temperament sat upright at his desk, listening to the report from his secret guards.

He was none other than Qian Renxue, the young master of the Martial Soul Hall, currently disguised as the Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.

"A single blade of grass slicing through the stars? A three-year-old child with a strength of one hundred thousand jin? The Blood Moving Realm?"

Qian Renxue toyed with an imperial brush in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc of genuine interest.

"A bit interesting."

"In this dull and unremarkable Tiandou City, such an intriguing figure is actually hidden."

As he spoke, Qian Renxue slowly stood up, his gaze shifting toward the direction of the Listening Rain Pavilion.

"Prepare the carriage for tomorrow."

"This Prince shall go see for himself whether this Mr. Su, who has turned all of Tiandou City upside down, is merely a charlatan deceiving the world, or a true hermit hiding a million soldiers in his chest!"

The next day, early morning.

As the first ray of sunlight spilled through the window lattice into the room, Su Chen, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed, finally opened his eyes slowly.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling the surging, river-like flow of blood and qi within his body, and his mood was excellent.

After a night of settling and integration, coupled with the baptism of those three Primary Marrow Cleansing Pills, his body had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

His once somewhat thin frame, while still slender and well-proportioned, now possessed muscles beneath his green robes that seemed to contain a terrifying explosive power capable of tearing apart a Titled Douluo.

"Is this the power of the early Blood Moving Realm?"

Su Chen slowly clenched his fist, not using even a shred of soul power, relying purely on the strength of his physical body.

"Creak, creak..."

From his knuckles came the teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing together, and the air in his palm was forcibly crushed, emitting a dull, explosive pop!

Su Chen possessed absolute confidence that if he were to encounter that four-ringed Iron-Armored Violent Bear Soul Ancestor from yesterday again.

Without needing to use the system's Invincible Domain, he could smash the opponent—along with their martial soul—into a puddle of meat with nothing but this single fist in under a breath!

This was the most fundamental cultivation method of a high-dimensional world, pure to the extreme, and tyrannical to the extreme: the power of the physical body!

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Just then, the trembling, excited knocking of the inn's servant came from outside the door.

"Mr. Su, are you awake?"

"It's gone crazy outside; the entire long street is blocked solid. Everyone is here to hear you tell your stories. The manager doesn't even dare to open the main gate for fear of it being trampled flat!"

Hearing this, Su Chen smiled slightly, tidied his green robes, and pushed the door open.

"Open the gate and welcome the guests."

Half an hour later, Listening Rain Pavilion.

The moment the heavy doors were pushed open, the dark mass of people outside surged in like a flood.

In just a few short breaths, the entire first-floor lobby was packed to the point of suffocation, and even the railings on the second floor were crowded with people craning their necks to look down.

Among these people were old listeners who had tossed and turned all night after returning home yesterday, as well as new faces attracted by the rumors of "one hundred thousand jin."

At this moment, the lobby was a cacophony of noise and clamor.

In the front row of the crowd, however, one table appeared exceptionally spacious, with the people around it seemingly keeping their distance on purpose.

Two people sat at the table.

One was Tang San, and the other was a middle-aged man with a flat-top haircut, a rigid expression, and his hands perpetually clasped behind his back.

Yu Xiaogang.