This is also what makes them special.
Other mbers of the Taoist sect, as Master Wu Ya said, cannot achieve dual cultivation.
"Ah, the vast heavens, why so unkind... forget it, I’m too lazy to lant, I’m going upstairs to study."
Zhao Wuya ran upstairs again.
"I’m going to tell a story, aren’t you going to listen?"
"Go... I’ll read a book for a while longer." Zhao Wuya responded dismissively.
...
When it was ti for storytelling, Zhou Xuan donned his long robe and ascended the stage.
The audience below had already gathered in throngs, and upon seeing Zhou Xuan, they all applauded simultaneously.
However, amidst the thunderous applause, Zhou Xuan discerned sothing deeper.
Within the applause was gratitude toward Zhou Xuan for saving the entire Mingjiang Prefecture, along with appreciation for bringing civilization and order to Mingjiang Prefecture after the disaster. But there was one feeling absent—
—that was the excitent in anticipation of his storytelling.
At that mont, Zhou Xuan perceived sothing amiss, so he began telling tales.
He chose a story that had previously garnered widespread fa in Mingjiang Prefecture—Mortal Cultivation.
"Snap!"
Zhou Xuan struck the gavel, silencing the crowd, and then comnced his storytelling.
"The tale goes, in Qingyun Sect, Han Li..."
Books Zhou Xuan previously narrated had spread widely in Mingjiang Prefecture. A large portion of the audience had heard them; those who hadn’t still learned the general storyline through street gatherings and conversations with family and friends,
thus Zhou Xuan continued the Chapters he once narrated in the "tropolitan" and went on with the story.
This ti, he put in more effort than ever before; never had he told a story with such determination.
But,
the effect was minimal,
Zhou Xuan, as the bearer of the Heavenly Book, told stories to gather Human Desire Power—but this story produced very little reaction,
Among the vast audience, only a few wisps of desire power drifted in the air.
Moreover, these wisps did not ascend high. Rising three or four feet, they were blown away by the wind and dissipated completely.
The desire power was not strong enough to reach the "Prefecture City among the Clouds," far too distant from the city in the heavens.
The scant and weak desire power left Zhou Xuan feeling troubled.
"There is a problem with this story."
Zhou Xuan imdiately ceased his narration; he removed the storyteller’s mask and donned the Tao Ancestor’s mask, summoned the turtle shell, and activated the Dun Jia technique—River of Fate.
He intended to dive into the fate rivers of Mingjiang’s disaster survivors to scrutinize what had gone wrong with this storytelling session.
Why could the sa story previously fill the room with applause, yet now evoke such a tepid response?
"Turtle Breath for a thousand years."
Zhou Xuan imdiately entered the Turtle Breath state, concentrating perception on his lips and emitting sound waves that ordinary people could not hear, from the Blood Well Human Brain within the Secret Realm.
The sound waves swept across the land, colliding with the bodies of all audience mbers and stirred up nurous rivers of destiny.
Countless audience mbers possessed countless destiny rivers,
those rivers, like intricate threads, tangled together, forming a "Destiny Ocean" that any Tunnel Armor Grandmaster dared not glimpse.
Yet Zhou Xuan stood beside the Destiny Ocean, observing closely. In this observation, he saw countless children, won, the elderly, and n, all calling out... calling out their family nas within the Destiny Ocean...
"No wonder this story session had such little resonance. I chose the wrong story."
Upon witnessing the tragic state of the Lake of Destiny, Zhou Xuan understood the reason behind the lukewarm response to his storytelling session...
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