The destruction of the Blood Shadow Cult was discovered the next day, but at that time, only a few disciples who were out discovered it.
The appearance of Bai Xiaosheng made these disciples feel uneasy and fearful.
Going out on patrol means that if that expert gets close to the headquarters, they will be the first to be eliminated.
Ordinary disciples of the Blood Shadow Cult only earn a few dollars a month. Why risk your life like that?
Taking advantage of their patrol duties, they sneaked out to fish and were having a good time in restaurants and other places down the mountain.
Now, having just returned, I'm facing devastating news.
"I'm saying, is our teaching career over?"
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be it."
The disciple who had previously led everyone to slack off was even a little nervous; thank goodness it was close.
Fortunately, they went fishing and escaped unscathed.
Thanks to the power of slacking off, he must slack off more often in the future and strive to find a way to do so.
"So, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? Everyone, go and see if there's anything valuable nearby."
"When the time comes, we'll split up, grab our luggage, and go our separate ways."
They were preparing to go back to their own homes and find their own mothers. The news of the Blood Shadow Cult's annihilation spread throughout the world, all because of someone's storytelling.
"I am Bai Xiaosheng, and today I will tell you a story."
Before we begin, let me ask you a question: Does anyone here know of the Blood Shadow Cult, one of the most notorious cults in the martial arts world?
In a bustling city, on a stage in a restaurant usually reserved for storytellers from all over the country, Han Feiyu was recounting the short stories of the victims.
All of these were true stories he learned from the original manuscript, but they would make them die of fright.
For example, the cult leader who died the most tragically was almost sent to sell hooks when he was young because his family was poor.
For example, a certain Fifth Elder tested the poison he had concocted by applying some to his dagger.
As a result, he once unconsciously licked the dagger and almost killed himself.
For example, one of the Sixth Elder's most unforgettable experiences was when he became so engrossed in a storyteller's fictional novel that he tried to jump off a cliff to find the treasures left behind by his predecessors.
He suffered multiple fractures and spent more than half a year recovering before he could get out of bed.
These stories are all based on true events and have not been altered in any way.
Therefore, it arouses great curiosity.
"Bai Xiaosheng, how do you know so much? I remember that not long ago you were being hunted down by the Blood Shadow Sect because you killed their Grand Elder, weren't you?"
"Hey, sir, isn't that simple? As long as I kill all my enemies, I won't have to worry about safety."
Therefore, the Blood Shadow Cult headquarters is now completely deserted, from top to bottom.
Every dog that passed by got slapped hard, the egg yolk was shaken apart, and even the earthworms crawling on the ground were sliced open vertically by me.
With a flick of his folding fan, Han Feiyu opened it and spoke in the most unbelievable tone.
"No, what is that?"
What do you mean by killing all your enemies to avoid making enemies?
"Is there a problem? Friends, I just used the simplest method to achieve my goal."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the murderous aura he exuded sent a chill down the spines of those nearby listeners.
"Bai Xiaosheng, who exactly are you?"
"He's just a storyteller passing by; he doesn't possess the powerful strength of other masters."
After telling the story he had prepared for the day, Han Feiyu swaggered away.
All that remained were the bewildered, tense, and fearful audience members below the stands.
"This all-knowing scholar claims to be a storyteller, is that true or not?"
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