"Sir, the Holy Tower was completed yesterday. Shall Entering Sainthood today?"
"That concludes today's storytelling," said Dongfang Bai, the leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, standing up to address Ling Yi.
"You guys are really thoughtful," Ling Yi said with a smile.
But inwardly, he shook his head helplessly: After all, he wasn't alone.
"You're too kind, sir. Your benevolence towards the Jianghu is a sacred act. We have only done our humble best, and we hope you won't blame us for acting on our own initiative," Yue Buqun said, bowing with clasped hands.
"Please move to the Holy Tower, sir."
"Please move to the Holy Tower, sir."
The Holy Tower is a three-story wooden building that has been erected in the past month next to the Tongfu Inn.
Almost Greater Jianghu force contributed to this building.
Tongfu Inn was still too small, with only a few dozen people able to listen to stories at a time, and the conditions were very limited. Therefore, a month ago, when Yue Buqun suggested building a Holy Tower to give to the teacher as a storytelling venue, it was approved by everyone.
Perhaps no one in the entire Jianghu is as respected as Ling Yi.
Even Ling Yi himself hadn't expected the Jianghu Jianghu be like this.
In Ling Yi's prediction, once the news of his storytelling enlightenment and inheritance became known to the public, it would inevitably cause a huge uproar throughout the Jianghu...
Isn't the Jianghu supposed to be a place of bloodshed and violence? Isn't Jianghu fighting and killing?
Why are these people so harmonious?
Looking at the scene, there was no sign of hostility between the righteous and demonic factions, and no tension was about to break out.
This wasn't just an act; it genuinely seemed like there was no hostility.
Standing on the high platform in the Holy Tower, Ling Yi glanced at everyone, and his gaze instantly silenced them all.
"I always thought that the Jianghu was about fighting and killing, swords and shadows, chivalry and justice, and swift retribution," Ling Yi said slowly.
"I've only just realized that it's more than that, or rather, if you really understand the meaning of the word 'Jianghu' that way, then you're being far too superficial."
" The Jianghu is about human relationships and social customs; the Jianghu is about having no constraints on one's heart."
"But the essence of the Jianghu is martial arts, the way, the Martial Dao!"
"Without Martial Dao, there is no Jianghu."
"What is the High Martial Arts in the entire Jianghu? Is it the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Nine Yin Manual? Is it the War God Atlas, the Longevity Formula...?"
No, none of these are it.
"You are bound by tradition, bound by techniques, bound by formulaic internal energy cultivation methods."
"If this continues, Martial Dao will inevitably decline. Think about it yourselves, how many top-tier traditions have disappeared throughout history? I'm afraid that in the Jianghu a thousand years from now, there won't even be a single person who knows internal energy cultivation techniques."
Everyone seemed to be deep in thought.
"Sir, there are very few masters in the world who can create unparalleled martial arts. We can only rely on you," Yue Buqun said, cupping his hands in greeting.
"It is your good fortune to be able to comprehend the martial arts tradition from this. I only hope that you will be able to forge your own paths in the future."
Ling Yi said this, but he glanced at Yue Buqun indifferently.
This guy was intentionally changing the subject because Ling Yi's words had crossed some people's bottom line.
Those who inherit martial arts traditions cherish them dearly, preferring to take them to their graves rather than easily reveal them.
This issue has been discussed by people in the Jianghu for a long time, and some have even tried to address it, but nothing has ever changed.
Putting everything else aside, once one's unique skills are revealed, their weaknesses will naturally become known to everyone, and what if they become targets for enemies?
Despite numerous problems, ultimately, everyone has selfish motives.
As soon as Yue Buqun spoke, Ling Yi understood what Yue Buqun meant, which made Ling Yi lose interest in continuing. For Ling Yi, he was simply expressing his feelings.
"In that case, please come early tomorrow." After saying this, Ling Yi turned and left the stage, heading towards the second-floor rest area.
Everyone couldn't help but glance at Yue Buqun. The clever ones had already guessed what Yue Buqun meant, but some who didn't understand the situation just thought that Yue Buqun had angered Ling Yi.
Outside Seven Heroes Town, the group of Jianghu who had left the Holy Tower gathered here.
The Protagonist, Zheng Fan, is also among them.
" Sect Leader Yue, what you said earlier was a bit abrupt," Dongfang Bai said, giving Yue Buqun a disapproving look.
Yue Buqun remained silent, knowing that someone would explain for him.
As expected, the Palace Master of the Flower Transferring Palace, Yaoyue, spoke up, "Although Sect Leader Yue's words were somewhat inappropriate, this topic cannot be allowed to continue, otherwise, chaos will surely erupt in the Jianghu again."
"Heh, Moon Palace, do you really think that Master can't see these things? Master spreads his teachings through books, bringing prosperity to the Jianghu. As long as Master is here, the future martial world will surely reach its Pinnacle. Do you think that with Master's Wisdom, he can't see these things?" Dongfang Bai Taunt.
"The master clearly had something to say, or perhaps he was pointing out the path beyond the Grand Master Realm. Sect Leader Yue arrogantly interrupted the master, which could very well have blocked our future. I wonder if Sect Leader Yue will be able to bear the wrath of the entire martial arts world in the future."
Yue Buqun was stunned, his face turning deathly pale instantly. What Dongfang Bai said made sense.
Ling Yi was beyond reason. If he was truly giving them pointers on the key to their Martial Dao path, his interruption would be unacceptable to everyone.
"Sir, you rarely speak this much except when you're telling stories. What is the purpose of our building the Holy Tower? Today, you clearly intend to speak freely. Since you can spread the Way through your books, your words must be invaluable, every word a gem. You think you're clever, but you're utterly foolish."
Yue Buqun was drenched in cold sweat. He had indeed been too clever for his own good. Upon careful reflection, he realized that Ling Yi's words had nothing to do with what he had imagined.
"If you displease the Master, and as a result, the people of the Jianghu will no longer be able to receive his teachings, then your Mount Hua can expect to be crushed into dust."
After finishing speaking, Dongfang Bai turned and left without looking back, disappearing from everyone's sight in a few flashes.
The Moon Palace, who had previously spoken up for Yue Buqun, frowned and muttered, "It seems we were too shallow. Sir, you are a wise man. We were too clever for our own good and are now trapped in our own mess."
At this moment, everyone couldn't help but worry. If Dongfang Bai's words came true, it would be an unimaginable loss for them.
The gazes directed at Yue Buqun were filled with murderous intent.
"I, Yue, will go and apologize to you, sir. If you are not satisfied, I will accept even your death." After saying this, Yue Buqun was about to return to Seven Heroes Town.
" Sect Leader Yue, there's no need for that for now." Ye Gucheng, dressed in a magnificent blue robe, reached out to stop Yue Buqun.
"Sir, you have the martial arts world at heart and spread your teachings through books. You are a humble and open-minded person, and you are certainly not a petty person. You should understand your meaning and will not blame me."
"After Heavenly Hearing, it won't be too late for Sect Leader Yue to apologize. If we return now, it might truly disturb Master Yue and displease him."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with Ye Gucheng's point.
Yue Buqun's initially extremely anxious mood relaxed slightly.
"Let's all go our separate ways. We'll meet again tomorrow," Sword Saint Dugu Ming finally said. Everyone nodded to each other and then left.
After everyone left, Zheng Fan quietly returned to Seven Heroes Town.
He hadn't arrested anyone in a long time. With the Arrest System as his cheat code, if he couldn't arrest people, he was essentially useless.
However, he was only a constable in Seven Heroes Town, and could only arrest people who committed crimes within Seven Heroes Town. Arresting people outside of Seven Heroes Town did not count, as it was not within his scope of duty, and the system did not recognize it.
He now has two choices.
One option was to leave Seven Heroes Town and, through connections, take up a position as a constable in another location.
Or... find an opportunity to kill Ling Yi.
Zheng Fan leaned towards the latter, but he was very uncertain. Although Ling Yi acted like an ordinary person, Zheng Fan knew very well that Ling Yi's strength was absolutely extraordinary and far beyond what he could handle at his current level.
Therefore, he could only choose the former and leave Seven Heroes Town.
Once he has increased his strength, he will kill Ling Yi. After that, he will still be the Protagonist of this world. In his heart, Ling Yi is destined to die. This world only needs him, a transmigrator.
The next day, Ling Yi continued his storytelling as usual.
The Holy Tower is extremely large and features a completely new seating mechanism that makes very efficient use of all the space. The entire first-floor hall of the Holy Tower is somewhat like a modern opera house.
The seating is tiered, arranged in a semi-circle around the front desk, and can accommodate up to nearly a thousand people listening to audiobooks at the same time.
The story of Great Emperor Xiao Huo comes to an end today. A group of hidden masters have emerged, and various martial arts techniques and combat skills are gradually being revealed.
The final battle, in particular, captivated the audience.
The number of people who received the book's teachings today was significantly higher than in the past, which greatly surprised everyone.
"The story of Great Emperor Xiao Huo has come to an end. It seems everyone has gained something from it."
Ling Yi took a sip of tea and said to everyone with a smile.
"Thank you, sir." The group clasped their hands in thanks, genuinely grateful to Ling Yi.
The techniques and combat skills in Great Emperor Xiao Huo are significantly more destructive than those in traditional martial arts novels. For Jianghu people of this world, it represents a huge upgrade. Although the effects are somewhat diminished due to Changes different rules of heaven and earth, the difference in level between the martial arts world and Great Emperor Xiao Huo's world is simply too great.
"I wonder when you will start lecturing on your next book?" someone asked.
"The new book will be available this afternoon."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then filled with joy. They had thought Ling Yi would take a break for a while, but they didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly.
These people have become accustomed to listening to storytelling. Regardless of whether they have inherited the tradition, simply listening to stories is a pleasure.
Compared to the fighting and killing of the past, this kind of life, where you can listen to stories and improve your strength at the same time, is simply too comfortable.
"I wonder what the contents of your new story are? Could you reveal a little about it?" someone else asked.
"The new story is about immortals, about A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality cultivating immortality," Ling Yi said with a smile.
"What?"
"Could it be...?"
"Do we have a chance to become immortals?"
Everyone trembled with excitement. Immortals! Immortals! The master was actually going to tell stories of immortals! Didn't that mean they had a chance to obtain immortal techniques and become immortals?
Looking at the expectant, excited, and incredulous gazes of the crowd, Ling Yi slowly nodded.
"Boom!"
Everyone's brain went numb instantly, and even Dugu Ming and the others found it hard to stop breathing rapidly.
Just then, a figure stumbled into the Holy Tower; it was Old Bai from Tongfu Inn.
"Sir, something terrible has happened! Seven Heroes Town is surrounded by the Qing Army!"
" Qing Army?" Ling Yi was stunned for a moment before realizing that the Qing Dynasty existed in this Combined Martial Arts World.
Ling Yi had absolutely no goodwill towards the Qing Dynasty. No matter how much praise the emperors of the Qing Dynasty were given in history books, or how much the Qing Dynasty was glorified in movies and TV series, in Ling Yi's mind, the Qing Dynasty was a foreign race.
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from outside the Holy Tower. This was the vibration caused by a large number of cavalrymen Keep Running at the same time. The people inside the Holy Tower looked rather grim.
No matter how powerful Jianghu practitioner is, unless they reach the level of Master, they will find it difficult to fight against an army.
Moreover, there are also Master, and even Grandmaster, in the army.
Ling Yi Teleportation to the entrance of the Holy Tower, and the next moment, he was already outside the Holy Tower...