The meal lasted for about half an hour, with some new dishes being served in between.
The heroic spirits present, along with their spirit messengers and some martial artists who came to cheer on their ancestor, all marveled at the chef's skill, saying that he had definitely gone very far on the path of a chef.
"That feels great! After defeating Bai Xiaosheng, I feel completely relaxed, like I'm almost too weak to exert any more strength..."
One of the heroic spirits sighed and tried to stretch, but when he raised his arm halfway up, it fell limply down like a noodle.
This situation was not quite what he had expected.
"Wait, why? What's going on? I feel like I really have no strength left. My body feels so heavy?!"
He had only meant to use an analogy, but now he was genuinely panicked. Why had things turned out this way? It shouldn't be like this. He was a Heroic Spirit. What kind of toxin could affect his body?
"Oh no, what happened? Where did my puwa go?"
"I have no energy, I feel like I've drunk a big cup of sedative tea..."
The cries of others reached his ears, and although his limbs were weak, he could still turn his head.
Before them lay a scene of hell, and almost everyone who had come to the victory celebration had lost their strength.
It is "almost" because there is another person who appears to be unharmed.
"The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Why are you... wait, you're not the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion at all, right? You're Bai Xiaosheng?!"
Seeing the "Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion" calmly drinking tea, everyone present basically understood what was going on.
They too were harmed by storytellers back then; some died at the hands of Bai Xiaosheng, while others died at the hands of other storytellers.
Storytellers should be very familiar with their routines.
The man before them, the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, was actually Bai Xiaosheng. This guy deliberately misled them into thinking that Bai Xiaosheng was dead, making them lower their guard, and then poisoned them at this moment.
"That's how it is. What a pity, what a real pity. I thought I could see your panicked state before telling you the truth."
Being so smart isn't a good thing; it makes my performance feel less fulfilling.
The "Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion" stood up and expressed his regrets.
He thought he could fool them one more time, but he didn't expect that everyone present was a seasoned veteran who knew storytellers all too well.
"But it's still fun, isn't it? You believe me? You really believe I'm the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."
I can tell you, this restaurant is my original work. That's right, you've lost your power on my turf and are now facing an unharmed version of me.
Now, begin your final struggle. Don't say I didn't give you this chance!
Desperate, the truth they already knew was revealed, and the heroic spirits present had no chance left.
Tears of regret streamed down her face.
If they had known the person opposite was Bai Xiaosheng, they shouldn't have come here.
No, to be precise, if they had known that Bai Xiaosheng was so powerful, they shouldn't have responded to the call of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master.
"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"
"Reconciliation? At this moment? Are you joking?"
"Don't come any closer!"
Like everyone else, the reporter, filled with fear and helplessness, struggled to open his manuscript.
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The Ultimate Storyteller, the Ancestor of Storytellers, the All-Knowing Scholar, Suppresses All Heroes
"This is my last struggle!"
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