Just like the guard leader you just saw, the move he used looks like a wind-slicing blade to me.

As a unique skill within the Path of the Blade, this technique requires extremely high precision in manipulating airflow; otherwise, one might accidentally cut their own hand first.

Old Han tried to change the subject, but Han Feiyu had already seen through everything.

"So, sir, are there any awkward limitations faced by storytellers?"

"……yes."

Old Han continued the previous topic, saying that the most important factor in a storyteller's fighting power is a good book.

In terms of record-keeping, the quality of a storyteller's work differs depending on whether it is based on firsthand observations or hearsay.

The power of a storyteller's original manuscript and the copy later made in his study differs depending on the storyteller's hands.

As for the question that if we can't get real stories, can we just write whatever we want?

Fictional works, devoid of any real story, lack a certain power.

Unless a fictional novel becomes a nationwide sensation, it won't be very effective for storytellers.

Moreover, and most importantly, if the storyteller himself doesn't like the main character or the character design in a work, then the power of reenactment will be diminished.

It's like an honest storyteller being told a story about a ruthless, murderous cult; he can't unleash even half his power.

"So, why was I so powerful before? It's because I participated in writing the story of Yan San, the Flying Hero of the Northern Desert."

When my colleagues and I heard that Yan San was dealing with those twelve bandits, we rushed there as fast as we could.

Despite traveling day and night, they were still a step too late. By the time they arrived, Yan San had already killed all the bandits.

Each person had only one pen and slowly recorded their own memories of the situation to complete the work.

Yan San isn't famous yet. Our books aren't selling well at the publishing house, and we haven't made much money.

The old man sighed deeply as he spoke. His most valuable possession was the original manuscript of the biography of Yan San, the Flying Hero of the Northern Desert, which was also the source of his fighting prowess.

"I see, I think I understand now. So, if you become a storyteller, you have to constantly search for stories and travel around for good ones?"

"Right, what about the three major sects' sword competition, the martial arts tournament, and the love and hatred of the demonic sect leader..."

Wherever there's a hot topic, there will be storytellers with pen and paper, watching from the sidelines.

Recording firsthand information will make it easier to complete my work later, giving me an edge.

Old Han also said that when he was young, he was a storyteller who traveled all over the country.

When he ran out of money, he would go to various restaurants and ask the owners for a job as a storyteller.

This is why he has such a good understanding of the martial arts world and the local customs and traditions of various parts of the Nine Provinces.

However, he had no background or sufficient power, so he often arrived a step too late and always missed out on big news.

In the end, he only had one original manuscript left, so he found a small town with few experts to retire in.

"I'm not bad either. There are quite a few storytellers who went to places like Miao territory or the border regions and never came back."

"Of course, the future looks promising for our line of work. Once I'm gone, this original manuscript is yours, saving you a decade or so of hard work."

After listening, Han Feiyu pondered that although there were shortcomings, being a storyteller should be a suitable path for him.