Chapter 230: Mr. Storyteller, Please Continue
The sudden turn of events left most of the people present unable to react, let alone comprehend what had just transpired.
All they could see was that the positions of several individuals in the scene had changed in an instant.
The storyteller had been shielded by a newly appeared veiled woman, the rough and muscular man had been pushed back to stand with his group at the entrance, and the young man who had just broken through his cultivation level now stood dazed at the outer edge of the crowd.
However, Luo Wusheng, who had already focused a significant part of his attention on the veiled woman, saw everything clearly.
Not only did he observe the shift in positions, but he was also certain he hadn't misread the fleeting characters that had appeared within the sword light she wielded:
Soulblade Specter.
Moreover, at the very moment those words appeared within the sword light, the leading muscular man from the opposing group had noticeably furrowed his brow. His gaze toward the woman had turned grave.
'It seems there's more to this than just encountering a tough opponent…'
Luo Wusheng looked thoughtfully at the woman's slender back. He had started to form some guesses in his heart.
But before he could dwell on it further, the tall, imposing man across from him withdrew the oppressive aura that had been condensed during their earlier confrontation.
"—Causing such a commotion over a trivial matter and drawing unnecessary attention is not what I desire."
His gaze remained calm as it swept past Ling Shuangxue, who held a slender sword still gleaming with cold light.
"I simply didn't expect the Sword Sect to respond so swiftly this time. I wonder how those mutually restraining factions will react once they learn of this…"
With a final glance at the veiled woman, he gave a slight nod.
"No matter. We shall take our leave and find another place."
He made a hand gesture.
The sword-wielding individuals behind him, each carrying a heavy sword on their backs, paused briefly before straightening their postures. Without a word, they began silently retreating.
Except for one person.
The tea house patrons and attendants had barely begun to relax, thinking the confrontation had come to an end.
But just as the tension seemed to dissipate, they realized the muscular man—the rough, scar-faced brute who had started the trouble—hadn't moved at all.
His face remained twisted in a fierce expression.
Was he still looking for trouble?
Even Ling Shuangxue, standing protectively in front of Luo Wusheng, turned her gaze toward the muscular man.
Given that she had already revealed her Nascent Soul cultivation aura, any rational person should have reassessed the situation and withdrawn by now.
'Could it be that this man is truly as simple-minded as he appears?'
On the other side, the tall, imposing man—having just lifted his foot to leave with a steady pace—paused, frowning deeply.
He turned and gave his companion a stern look, lowering his voice.
"Third Brother, don't act recklessly."
However, to his surprise, his "third brother" merely trembled, his lips quivering as he forced out a shaky reply:
"C-Can't… move… a-ah—!"
A strange current seemed to course through his words.
Just as he uttered the last syllable, his foot suddenly lifted as though freed from some unseen swamp.
The muscular man's robust figure, solid as a mountain, staggered backward uncontrollably.
Each step he took sent visible tremors through his legs.
Finally, as if he were a drunken man, his legs tangled beneath him.
With a loud crash, he fell hard onto the floor.
Boom!
The resounding thud snapped everyone out of their stunned daze.
What did they just witness?
A Peak Golden Core Realm cultivator—someone who should stand leagues above ordinary people—had stumbled and fallen like a mere mortal?
The muscular man lay sprawled on the ground.
Panic had replaced the fierceness on his face.
With a trembling hand, he pointed at the opposite side.
"Y-You— what did you do to me—!?"
His voice still carried that eerie electric undertone.
However, his trembling made his pointing unclear.
For the bystanders, though, it seemed obvious where his finger was aimed.
All eyes turned toward Ling Shuangxue.
After all, from what they had witnessed earlier, she was the one who had effortlessly brandished her sword, forcing the muscular man back.
Furthermore, based on the subtle hints from the muscular man's earlier words, the crowd had pieced together the woman's likely identity—
A cultivator from the Sword Sect.
In Sword Province, the Sword Sect was regarded as a sacred ground for all sword cultivators.
And this woman had displayed strength capable of effortlessly repelling a Peak Golden Core Realm cultivator with a single, casual strike.
As realization dawned upon the onlookers, many gazes shifted toward Ling Shuangxue, now shimmering with newfound admiration and reverence.
The fairy who suddenly appeared was most likely the Nascent Soul Realm Peak Master of the Sword Sect—an existence they had only heard about from storytellers!
They never expected to encounter such a figure in this small teahouse!
However, they soon realized that something seemed off.
The supposed Nascent Soul Realm Peak Master of the Sword Sect was gazing behind her with a strange look in her eyes.
Behind her, a young man stood, smiling somewhat shyly.
Just as the crowd began to find this situation odd, a surprised voice came from the tall, imposing man at the doorway.
"So that's how it is... I truly misjudged you. I thought you were merely an ordinary storyteller, but it turns out you were hiding such strength."
His gaze continuously swept over Luo Wusheng, his brows furrowing once again.
"With such techniques, combined with cultivation even a step beyond my third brother's, you are indeed extraordinary... Are you the Sword Sect's collaborator for this mission?"
The sturdy man glanced at Ling Shuangxue, then waved his hand. A surge of spiritual energy enveloped the muscular man collapsed on the ground, and then extended toward the few who had retreated outside the door.
"—Since that's the case, I suppose we will meet again there very soon."
"When that time comes, I'll suppress my cultivation to duel you."
The next moment, the group bearing greatswords vanished instantly.
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Inside the teahouse, the crowd wore varied expressions.
Teleportation—this proved that the departing sturdy man was a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Typically, the appearance of a Nascent Soul expert in Daybreak City would cause an immediate uproar.
After all, such figures were rarely seen.
But at this moment, all eyes were fixed on the center of the teahouse, on the spot before the redwood table. In fact, their gazes even passed over the woman suspected to be the Sword Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator and landed on the young man standing behind her with a calm smile.
"Did… did the storyteller just now reduce that peak Golden Core cultivator to such a state?"
"Has the storyteller been hiding his cultivation all along? Not a mere mortal, but also a peak Golden Core cultivator? Even stronger than that man from earlier?"
"As expected! How could someone who told such a profound story be an ordinary man with shallow experience in the martial world? With such power, this storyteller's life experiences must far surpass those of the elderly storytellers in the city. No wonder he can weave swordsmanship into his tales!"
"To enlighten others' swordsmanship through stories… His talent is truly terrifying!"
The sound of heavy breathing suddenly filled the crowd, with eyes now burning with admiration and awe.
Yet, no one dared approach the two figures at the center.
Before the redwood table, Luo Wusheng's gaze flickered slightly. However, he remained composed as he bowed politely to the woman in front of him.
"Thank you, fairy, for your assistance just now."
Hearing his voice, Ling Shuangxue turned to face him.
"No need for thanks."
Her tone was calm, but as soon as she spoke, the Peak Master of the Frosty Snow Peak seemed to recall something. The gaze that had just met Luo Wusheng's shifted away unnaturally.
Then, in a slightly softer tone, she continued:
"Mm… Mr. Storyteller, please continue with your story."
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