Even a section of Heaven Dou City's towering, imposing walls weighed no more than ten thousand jin!
Could a three-year-old child who hadn't even been weaned yet unleash a hundred thousand jin of power with a single sway, relying on nothing but his flesh?
How was that possible!!!
"Absurd! This is the biggest joke under the heavens!"
After a brief moment of shock, Tang San was the first to recover. His face flushed red as he pointed at Su Chen on the raised platform and shouted.
"A hundred thousand jin of strength? Even a Level 70 power-type Soul Saint activating his Martial Soul Avatar couldn't reach that!"
"You're completely insulting the intelligence of us Spirit Masters!"
Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor, reserved for the most honored guests,
Sword Douluo Chen Xin was equally astounded.
"Now that's a hundred thousand jin..."
The Level 96 Peak Douluo's eyes were twitching ever so slightly.
If someone truly possessed a hundred thousand jin of strength, then in the face of such terrifying power, his pride and joy, the Seven Kill Sword, probably wouldn't withstand even one punch. It would be smashed to pieces in an instant!
Beside him, Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile and shook his head. Even the hand holding his folding fan was trembling slightly.
"This Mr. Su really does know how to say the most shocking things."
"A hundred thousand jin? Even that Titan Giant Ape deep in the Star Dou Forest probably doesn't have such terrifying strength from pure physical power."
Hearing the fresh wave of skepticism erupt from the audience, Su Chen merely smiled faintly atop the platform, his expression calm and unreadable.
He didn't explain or argue, because there was no need.
"Smack!"
He struck the wooden block hard.
The crisp sound once again drowned out the crowd.
"Everyone, the vastness of a higher-dimensional world cannot be conveyed to you in a few words."
"That's where I'll leave today's story."
"If you want to know how that Little Milk Baby reached the pinnacle of the Blood Moving Realm, and what kind of storms he stirred up in the cruel Great Wilderness, then we'll pick up the story next time!"
With that, Su Chen paid no heed to the audience's dumbfounded expressions. He snapped his folding fan shut and turned toward the inn's back hall.
"Hey! Don't go, Mr. Su!"
"Why'd you stop there again? How am I supposed to sleep tonight?"
"How did he train to reach a hundred thousand jin? At least explain that before you leave!"
"Ahhh, this is killing me! Mr. Su, I'll pay a hundred Gold Soul Coins if you tell us the story for just one more incense stick's worth of time!"
As Su Chen left, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion filled with anguished wails.
The Spirit Masters who had been questioning him were now scratching their heads in frustration over that cliffhanger. It felt as if a hundred cats were clawing at their hearts, leaving them unbearably itchy.
But no matter how loudly they called after him, Su Chen's figure had already vanished around the corner.
After returning to his private room,
Su Chen casually shut the door. The enigmatic look on his face gradually turned into a satisfied smile.
Just then, the long-silent system notifications in his mind began ringing out in a rapid, unending stream.
[Ping! The host narrated Perfect World to perfection, igniting the audience's emotions and earning +999 storytelling points!] [Ping! The host tossed out the concept of the Blood-Moving Realm's Extreme Stage, severely shaking the low-dimensional worldview and earning +2,500 storytelling points!] [Ping! The host made the Son of Fortune Tang San feel utterly crushed and jealous, triggering a critical reward and earning +5,000 storytelling points!]
Looking at the points on his interface as they shot upward and finally broke through the ten-thousand mark, Su Chen couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth lift.
The Storytelling System really was all about playing with people's emotions and shattering their ingrained beliefs to reap the greatest rewards.
As long as his stories made his listeners feel shock, fear, anticipation, or any number of other emotions, he could collect Storytelling Points.
These Storytelling Points could be exchanged for items from the myriad heavens in the system shop, and could also be used directly for a lottery draw!
"System, open the lottery interface."
Su Chen gave the order in his mind.
[Ping! The host's current storytelling points meet the requirements for a beginner's lottery. Would you like to spend 10,000 storytelling points on one beginner's ten-pull?]
"Draw!" Su Chen answered without the slightest hesitation.
At his command, a radiant wheel appeared before him and began spinning rapidly.
A few seconds later, golden light flashed again and again.
[Ping! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: Perfect World, early-stage Blood-Moving Realm cultivation!] [Ping! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: an ancient ferocious beast's Azure-Scaled Eagle bone treasure (incomplete)!] [Ping! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: 3 beginner Marrow-Washing Pills!] [Ping! Congratulations, host! You have obtained: 100,000 Gold Soul Coins!] ...
Hearing the string of notifications in his mind, Su Chen's eyes lit up.
Especially the initial Blood Moving Realm cultivation—it was just what he needed!
Although the system's invincible domain protected him, making him unafraid of anyone inside Listening Rain Pavilion, the moment he left the inn, he was still an ordinary man who couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag.
Now that he had cultivation in the Blood Moving Realm, everything was different.
"Fuse!"
The moment he spoke, an ancient power appeared out of nowhere inside Su Chen. His blood began to boil, rumbling faintly like a mighty river in flood.
He felt his bones being reforged and his muscles rapidly tightening, while boundless strength filled every inch of his body.
Although he'd only just entered the Blood Moving Realm, a single swing of his arm now carried thousands of jin of force!
"So this is the Blood Moving Realm..." Su Chen clenched his fist and felt the air burst at his fingertips. His gaze grew deeper.
Compared with a higher-dimensional, vast world like this, the Spirit Master system of Douluo Continent was indeed far too weak.
Meanwhile, as the storytelling came to an end, the crowd in Listening Rain Pavilion began to disperse.
But Su Chen's story seemed to have grown wings, spreading through Heaven Dou Imperial City at a terrifying speed!
"Have you heard? That storyteller at Listening Rain Pavilion made another outrageous claim!"
"How could I not? Everyone on the streets is talking about it! He said there was a place called the Great Wilderness where children were only three years old, yet they could lift a hundred-thousand-jin cauldron with their bare hands and even chase dogs around!"
"Haha, what a load of bull! A hundred thousand jin? Does he think that's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
"Exactly! My second grandaunt's neighbor's son's teacher is a power-type Battle Soul King, and he says the human body's limits could never reach that level. That storyteller's obviously just making a spectacle of himself!"
"But... people who went to hear him say Mr. Su has the bearing of an immortal, nothing like an ordinary person. And the place he described, that Perfect World, sounded so detailed, as if it had really existed."
"Whatever, true or not, all this talk has made me want to go listen for myself. What kind of ridiculous story could get so many people lining up every day?"
For a time, in every tavern and teahouse, and on every street corner in Heaven Dou City, people were discussing "a hundred thousand jin," "the Blood Moving Realm," and "the Little Milk Baby who drank beast milk."
Most didn't believe it, and plenty mocked him, but there was no denying that everyone's curiosity had been thoroughly piqued.
Amid the furor, Listening Rain Pavilion's fame surged to unprecedented heights once again!
More and more people planned to visit Listening Rain Pavilion in person the next time Su Chen told a story.
Meanwhile,
in an advanced Spirit Master academy in Heaven Dou City,
Tang San sat in a quiet study, his expression gloomy. Across from him sat a middle-aged man with a crew cut and a rigid face, his hands clasped behind his back.
He was Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster renowned throughout Douluo Continent for his supposedly unrivaled theories.
"Teacher, that's what happened."
Tang San took a deep breath, a sharp glint passing through his eyes. "That storyteller called Su Chen isn't just spreading nonsense and belittling the Martial Soul system of Douluo Continent. He's also using absurd claims that go against your Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls to fool the common people!"
"He actually said that a three-year-old child who doesn't cultivate Soul Power can reach a hundred thousand jin of strength through nothing but his physical body!"
At that, Yu Xiaogang gave a cold laugh.
"Utterly absurd."
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands clasped behind his back and rose to his feet. In a frigid tone that put him above all others, as if he held the truth itself, he said:
"Xiao San, don't let an ignorant street charlatan like this make you angry."
"The law of conservation of energy is an unbreakable rule in the Spirit Master world and the entire universe."
"Without Soul Power to support it, the human body's muscles and bones can't bear even a thousand jin of weight, let alone a hundred thousand."
"Lies with holes this obvious can only fool commoners who lack a proper education."
At this, a scholar's arrogance flickered in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
"Very well."
"Since this man dares to make such outrageous claims and challenge the authority of Spirit Masters, I'll accompany you to Listening Rain Pavilion tomorrow."
"Using the most rigorous, irrefutable Martial Soul Theory, I'll peel away his fake story layer by layer in front of the entire city!"
"I'll show him that before a true master of theory, his cheap tricks aren't worth a damn!"
At the same time,
inside the Crown Prince's Residence in the Tiandou Imperial Palace,
a handsome young man with a refined, gentle air sat at his desk, listening to a report from one of his covert guards.
It was Qian Renxue, the young mistress of Spirit Hall, disguised as the Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.
"A blade of grass can slay the stars? A three-year-old child with a hundred thousand jin of strength? The Blood Moving Realm?"
Qian Renxue toyed with a brush in her hand, the corners of her mouth curling in a faintly intrigued smile.
"Interesting."
"Who would have thought that someone this fascinating was hiding in the otherwise uneventful Heaven Dou City?"
As she spoke, Qian Renxue slowly rose to her feet and looked toward Listening Rain Pavilion.
"Prepare the carriage for tomorrow."
"I'd like to see for myself whether this Mr. Su, who's turned Heaven Dou City upside down, is a fraud who deceives the world, or a reclusive master with a million soldiers in his breast!"
The next morning.
As the first ray of sunlight streamed through the window lattice and into the room, Su Chen, who had been sitting cross-legged on his bed, finally opened his eyes.
"Whew..."
He exhaled a breath of stale air. Feeling the blood surging through his body like mighty rivers, Su Chen was in high spirits.
After a night of settling into his new cultivation, and with the help of the three Primary Marrow Cleansing Pills, his body had undergone a complete transformation.
His frame had once been a little slight, but now, though he remained tall and well-proportioned, every inch of muscle beneath his blue robe seemed to contain the terrifying explosive power to tear a Titled Douluo apart.
"So this is the power of the initial Blood Moving Realm?"
Su Chen slowly clenched his fist, without using even the slightest trace of Soul Power, relying only on the force of his physical body.
"Creak, creak..."
The bones in his knuckles ground together with a teeth-aching sound, and the air in his palm was forcibly crushed, bursting with a muffled pop!
Su Chen was absolutely confident that if he encountered yesterday's four-ring Iron-Armored Violent Bear Soul Ancestor again,
he wouldn't need the system's invincible domain. With this one fist alone, he could smash both the man and his Martial Soul into a heap of flesh in the blink of an eye!
This was the most basic cultivation method of a higher-dimensional world: pure to the extreme, and domineering beyond compare—the power of the physical body!
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Just then, the inn attendant's excited, trembling voice came from outside the door as he knocked.
"M-Mr. Su, are you up?"
"It's almost gone mad out there! The whole street is blocked, and everyone's here to hear your story. The manager doesn't even dare open the front door—he's afraid they'll trample it flat!"
Hearing this, Su Chen smiled faintly, straightened his blue robe, and opened the door.
"Open up and welcome our guests."
Half an hour later, Listening Rain Pavilion.
The moment the doors were finally pushed open, the densely packed crowd outside surged in like a flood.
In only a few breaths, the entire ground-floor hall was packed so tightly that not even water could pass through. The second-floor railings were crowded with people craning their necks to peer down.
Among them were regular listeners who had tossed and turned all night after going home the day before, as well as fresh faces drawn in by the rumors of "a hundred thousand jin."
At that moment, the hall was a cacophony of voices.
Yet one table near the front of the crowd was unusually spacious. The people around it all seemed to be deliberately keeping their distance.
Two people sat beside the table.
One was Tang San. The other was a middle-aged man with a crew cut and a rigid face, whose hands remained clasped behind his back.
Yu Xiaogang.
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