Chapter 670: Chapter 301: The Naless Heavenly Book (Part 3)
“The High Priest’s perception encompasses Heaven and Earth.”
Ah Wang interrupted Li Liuyun’s words, saying, “You only need to know that in Jing Country, among those who can rely on perception to let their Divine Soul travel during the day, even those up there in the heavens might not find it easy,
and the High Priest can perform Divine Soul Day Trips. His perception has reached the mythical realm of Jing Country, even the Nine Serpents God cannot contend with it.”
“Is the High Priest’s perception really that strong?” Li Liuyun did not have a deep understanding of perception. After all, deep down, she was not a disciple of the clan; she was a big business owner.
And Ah Wang, being the Servant Spirit of the clan, had a deep understanding of mystical beliefs.
“If he weren’t this powerful, how could he serve as the High Priest of the Heavenly Venerate? That is one of the four founders of Jing Country’s Incense Fire Divine Dao.”
Ah Wang had only known about the Witch God, the Tao Ancestor, and the Ancient Buddha as founders of the Incense Fire Divine Dao, but he didn’t know who the fourth founder was. Since the Blood Well Society convened, he suddenly realized that the Blood Well that had been with him for four years was actually one of the four Heavenly Venerates.
“That’s true; we’re really lucky this ti.”
After Li Liuyun sighed, she looked towards the stage.
On the stage, Bai Guang was dressed in splendid attire, singing her famous song “Nanping Late Bell.”
“I hurried into the forest~ the forest in clusters~ I couldn’t see his trail~ only saw the trees swaying in the wind~”
Bai Guang’s bright voice elicited thunderous applause; nowadays, in Mingjiang Prefecture, who doesn’t know this genius singer? At least half of the people ca just for her.
To say that listening to records and listening live are two different things, Bai Guang’s voice has a lazy quality, with a slightly raspy texture; it’s quite enchanting. These details are lost when making records. Hearing it on site, the audience feels it’s transparent, three-dinsional…
“Whew.”
Quite a few audience mbers whistled excitedly.
Whistling, shouting, and clapping all expressed liking for this singer.
Li Liuyun, however, was angry and said to Ah Wang, “Such a good singer originally belonged to , our Bailen… look what tropolitan has done? They trained such a promising talent to beco completely tone-deaf, can’t even hit the notes, and still talk about jazz? Bah!”
She muttered angrily, but it did not stop her two small hands from gently tapping her knees, keeping the rhythm.
“You complain this long, but don’t you also enjoy the song?” Ah Wang looked at Li Liuyun tapping rhythmically and mocked.
“Bah, it’s the song that’s good, has nothing to do with her singing.” Li Liuyun remained stubborn.
But stubbornness is useless, as the audience’s response is the hard reality.
Bai Guang’s performance gradually brought the previously lively audience into a hushed silence. They were completely enchanted by the music, even forgetting to applaud.
People were enveloped in the song, the song wrapped around the people,
achieving perfect resonance between the people and the music.
When the song ended, Bai Guang took a bow and, as the audience awoke from a dream, the applause erupted like thunder, with calls for an encore resounding throughout.
Bai Guang sweetly smiled and said, “I’m not the main act tonight; the star is the storyteller we invited from the nightclub. I shouldn’t steal the spotlight.”
She playfully continued, “That storyteller tells stories more wonderfully than I sing, and is quite handso too. I better not waste everyone’s ti. Let , this piece of brick, pave the way for the jade-like gentleman.”
She graciously bowed again and left the stage.
Then Gu Ling took the stage,
While Bai Guang’s voice was like a soft lullaby, Gu Ling’s was fiery and bold. Within two or three lines of her song, she ignited the audience’s emotions, and so excited spectators even awkwardly danced in place.
“Who exactly is this storyteller? Bai Guang as warm-up, Gu Ling as the setup, two superstar singers setting the stage for him…”
Ah Wang asked Li Liuyun.
Li Liuyun shrugged and said, “I don’t know either; let’s watch and see.”
By the ti Gu Ling finished singing, the crowd was entirely stirred up. The disco ball on the ceiling flashed colorful lights, and the audience was drinking beer, their faces evidently flushed,
Furthermore, during Gu Ling’s performance, many significant figures entered the venue.
Lady Hong Guan, the Painter, the Music Master, City God Qing Feng, Si Ming, Li Chengfeng, Xia Jin and so forth…
The entire God Traveling Departnt of Mingjiang Prefecture was present, as were the scholars of the Bone Elder Association who had heard Lv Mingkun ntion before… his junior apprentice brother is an unparalleled genius among storytellers. Not only is his dreamcraft formidable, but his storytelling prowess is also exceptional.
They couldn’t contain their curiosity and also ca to the tropolitan.
Ah Wang, running a carriage business, had collected considerable intelligence in Mingjiang Prefecture City. He knew better than anyone what the Painter, Music Master, and others looked like.
“Oh, why are they here?”
Li Liuyun noticed sothing off about Ah Wang and asked, “Why are you so uneasy? Who did you encounter?”
As she spoke, she intended to release her perception to explore the area, but Ah Wang, who was closest to her, sensed her activating her perception and broke into a cold sweat.
“Put your perception away. If you want to die, don’t drag down with you.”
Ah Wang growled in a low voice.
Although his voice was sowhat muffled, the noise was still noticeable, and from afar, Qing Feng glanced in Ah Wang’s direction.
Ah Wang imdiately turned ashen-faced, bowing his head deeply, cold sweat dripping in layers.
With years of experience in handling cases, Qing Feng sensed sothing was amiss with Ah Wang, intending to get up. Ah Wang’s heart began to pound anxiously, already contemplating his escape.
Escaping wasn’t guaranteed to succeed either.
Even if he grasped the Bone God’s Index Finger and could maneuver the Star Transformation Technique, what good would that do in this venue filled with the God Traveling Departnt?
Just then, Li Chengfeng noticed Qing Feng’s intention to move, approached him, whispered a few words, and Qing Feng nodded, sat down again, and left Ah Wang alone.
“Seems like they aren’t paying us any heed now?”
Ah Wang carefully observed Qing Feng’s movents and saw Li Chengfeng’s fingers forming a ‘well’ (井) shape, realizing that Li Chengfeng had saved both him and Li Liuyun.
“Praise the High Priest, praise Scholar Li.”
Ah Wang finally wiped the cold sweat off his brow and turned to scold Li Liuyun again, “Do you know everyone from the God Traveling Departnt is here, as well as the Bone Elder Association and City God Night Shifts?”
“Huh?”
Li Liuyun no longer had the energy to bicker with Ah Wang; she also feared how reckless her previous action was.
“If not for Scholar Li, we would both be done for.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, who could have thought that a little storyteller taking the stage would attract so many people from the God Traveling Departnt for so entertainnt?”
Realizing her mistake, Li Liuyun lowered her attitude and repeatedly apologized.
Yet simultaneously, a question branded itself into her mind like a seal.
Who exactly is this storyteller that telling a story attracts the God Traveling Departnt and Bone Elder Association?
…
Backstage, Zhou Xuan carefully straightened the folds of his Daoist robe. Li Chengfeng entered, leaned over, and whispered, “High Priest, there are two Blood Well Spirit Communicators in the hall; they were releasing perception, and Qing Feng sensed it.”
“What about the others?”
“Qing Feng’s perception is only second-rate, not top-notch. If he sensed it, then the Painter and Music Master likely felt it entirely.”
“Send them a secret letter, just say those Blood Well Spirit Communicators outside are my friends. After all, I’m also a Blood Well Spirit Communicator. Having two fellows as friends is very normal.”
“Alright, also, should I keep tabs on those two Blood Well Spirit Communicators?”
“No need. Blood Well Spirit Communicators like to keep anonymous and hidden. Since they like it, why disturb them? We should still give mbers their freedom.”
Zhou Xuan patted Li Chengfeng’s shoulder with a smile, “Old Li, it’s my turn, I need to go on stage now.”
“Then I’ll head to the entrance to listen to the stories.” Li Chengfeng replied with a smile and returned to the audience.
Zhou Xuan stepped slowly and leisurely onto the stage.
For a storyteller, stage presence is paramount. If one’s walk isn’t charismatic, they could be booed off stage before even speaking.
Zhou Xuan had previously brushed the basics of voice, stage presence, body, and expression, mainly due to fast training. However, since witnessing Mr. Feng’s storytelling firsthand last ti, he gained new insight into stage presence and expression,
This ti, getting on stage didn’t necessarily put the audience at ease, but at least didn’t provoke aversion.
The critical Li Liuyun remarked, “I thought he was so great storyteller, but compared to Mr. Feng, he’s far behind.”
“Few storytellers can asure up to Mr. Feng.” Ah Wang said, “But in other aspects, Mr. Feng can’t compare to this storyteller.”
“What do you an?” Li Liuyun asked.
“Do you know who he is?” Ah Wang said.
“Who?”
“Zhou Xuan, the most popular Young Master in Mingjiang Prefecture,” Ah Wang said leisurely…
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