Capítulo 981: Chapter 390: Secrets of the Ti Realm
Bi Fang finally grasped the weak point of Zhou Xuan and the others.
The sche of using a borrowed knife to kill was born from the depths of his mind.
“If all nine prefectures of Jing Country knew soone dared to recklessly kill a Heavenly God, then the trouble Zhou Xuan caused would be significant.”
After disconnecting the Heavenly Eye from himself, Bi Fang walked to the storytelling table under the thatched hut, took hold of the gavel, and slamd it down heavily.
“Bang!”
With the sound of the gavel, Bi Fang fixed his gaze ahead and said, “Where are the human disciples?”
He was of the Heavenly Vault God Level and also the god linked behind the storyteller Tangkou.
This ancient Tangkou had Bi Fang as its head.
As the head, Bi Fang naturally had his privileges, and commanding storytellers across the world was one of them.
At Bi Fang’s deep shout, not far from the thatched hut, where the audience seats should be, appeared nurous folded fans of various materials: bamboo, purple sandalwood, golden pear wood, and more.
Each folded fan was not standing straight but leaned forward at a forty-five-degree angle, signifying respect for Bi Fang.
“Esteed human disciples, as the storyteller god, I command you to tell a story…”
Bi Fang vibrated the Sound Wood again, and flas flickered between his brows.
…
In every prefecture city of the nine prefectures in the human world, there were storytellers.
They could be found in teahouses, taverns, and alleyways.
And today, whether these storytellers were enjoying tea in a teahouse or telling tales on stage, they all simultaneously received a summons in their hearts.
“The Ancestor Master invites you.”
Those enjoying tea put down their cups, and the ones telling stories clasped their hands, bowed slightly to the guests: “Ladies and gentlen, I am truly sorry, I am unwell, please bear with .”
These storytellers, who paused their tasks, simultaneously opened their folded fans, bit their fingers, and drew a fiery mark on their foreheads with their Finger Blood, their spirits being drawn by Bi Fang into the thatched hut.
Also drawn into the storyteller’s thatched hut was Yuan Buyu from Ping Shui Prefecture.
“Oh no, that beast Bi Fang is summoning storytellers from all over the world.”
Before Yuan Buyu was summoned, he was with Zhou Lingyi and Sister Cui, observing through the link tied to Zhou Xuan, watching as Zhou Xuan rebuilt Mingjiang Prefecture.
But as they watched, they realized that the formidable figures of Mingjiang Prefecture seed to have gone mad, actively ascending to besiege the “Dream Realm Heavenly God.”
Zhou Lingyi and Yuan Buyu agreed with the siege.
They watched Zhou Xuan grow step by step and rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture, aware of the hardships better than anyone.
The Power of Faith Zhou Xuan painstakingly cultivated was being swallowed rampantly by the Dream Realm Heavenly God, familiar with the Power of Believers, a sight they couldn’t stand.
Unfortunately, Zhou Xuan’s Divine Soul was still supporting the Human Desire Power, rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture, unable to spare a hand to pull people out of the “Tree Gate.”
Otherwise, Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi would have already rushed to Mingjiang Prefecture.
“Elder Yuan, what does Bi Fang want by summoning storytellers from all over the world at this critical juncture?”
Zhou Lingyi asked.
Yuan Buyu shook his head, bit open his index finger like the other storytellers, and drew a fire mark on his forehead, attending the storytelling hut’s eting.
After listening to Bi Fang’s orders in the thatched hut along with thousands of unfolded fans, he imdiately felt a sense of doom,
And when he reopened his eyes, he began to tell Zhou Lingyi about his experiences in the storyteller’s hut: “It’s not good, Class Leader, that Bi Fang is utterly treacherous, rotten to the core.”
Zhou Lingyi was already anxious, and hearing this from Bi Fang, her heart tightened even more, and she quickly asked, “What do you an by this?”
“Class Leader, Bi Fang has united with storytellers worldwide to spread widely the news of Xuanzi, Lao Yun, and the others’ deicide, making it known across the nine prefectures.”
Yuan Buyu, holding a folded fan in his left hand, lightly tapped it on his right palm, saying, “The worshipers of Heavenly Gods in the human world are already nurous, and if they gather, it will be a considerable force, especially with the big figures of the Capital Mansion—perhaps a massive battle is about to erupt in Mingjiang Prefecture.”
“Is this matter truly escalating?”
Zhou Lingyi made a decision, saying, “But I don’t think this is that big of a deal.”
“Isn’t this big?” Yuan Buyu found both siblings to be formidable individuals.
His apprentice Zhou Xuan, needless to say, is best described as “bold beyond asure”—even that seems modest.
And the Class Leader of the Zhou Family’s Troupe, Zhou Lingyi, remained composed in the face of such an event; her mind was indeed spacious.
“Class Leader… do you have a good plan?”
“I wouldn’t call it a good plan, but as Zhou Family people, our ancestors were Nuo Gods. We have nothing to fear from a small Heavenly God’s Fire of the Dream Realm Heavenly God. Even if a true Heavenly God descended, as long as we can defeat it, what should we fear?”
Zhou Lingyi said, “The Nuo God is Jing Country’s unparalleled God of War, with a nature inclined towards warfare. They are not afraid of us causing trouble, only afraid of us becoming too timid to fight back. If the Dream Realm Heavenly God was at fault first, do they expect us to quietly endure? This is what the Nuo God detests the most.”
“Even if the nine prefectures unite, the Zhou Family’s Nuo God is still alive.”
Zhou Lingyi gently caressed the Ancestor Tree, speaking softly.
The Ancestor Tree’s branches and leaves gently swayed, seemingly in agreent with Zhou Xuan’s actions and Zhou Lingyi’s perspective.
“Thankfully, we didn’t go to aid our younger brother. Now the Tree Gate is storing energy, and if we want to go to Mingjiang Prefecture, we only need our brother to pull us through.”
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