After Bai Xiaosheng returned, they had been timid for so long, but then they suddenly became brave when they should have been timid the most...
Who can I reason with about this?
"Do you have anything to say?"
He brandished the dagger in his hand. This was one of Han Feiyu's treasured weapons. As an ordinary weapon, it had killed countless martial arts masters.
It was transformed from an ordinary weapon into a Noble Phantasm, imbued with special attack effects against those people and those who repaired the paths.
Bai Yi was still wondering if the blacksmith who forged this dagger for Han Feiyu would also receive some kind of legendary enhancement because of it.
The dagger, imbued with magic, emitted a cold light that illuminated the faces of the others present, faces devoid of any will to live.
"There's nothing more to say, please get to work quickly."
They had given up struggling and lay down, knowing they would just be killed by the storyteller again, just like they had died the same way before.
Moreover, now that they've become heroic spirits, as long as the heroic spirit envoy is still alive, they'll just be returning to the fountain to recharge, and after a while, they'll be heroes again.
"With sufficient cooperation, your wishes will be fulfilled."
Without using any Noble Phantasm to unseal it, just a simple attack, a wave of swift strokes, and blue specks of light floated up inside the restaurant.
This campaign to exorcise demons and protect the righteous path, the "All-Knowing Scholar" campaign, has ended in failure. All the participating heroes perished in the battle, further enhancing the prestige of the storyteller, the "All-Knowing Scholar."
"Ah, that's right. In a way, I have indeed strengthened your sincere friendship."
What does it mean to say, "We don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year"?
Such pure emotion! Even I couldn't help but be moved to tears.
Although none of the heroic spirits present spoke, they were all internally ranting about Bai Yi's words.
What does it mean to solidify feelings? What does it mean to have pure emotions? Translate this for me. Ah, didn't you wipe them all out? Aren't you a little too good at the art of language?
They could understand every single word of what was said, but how did it come together to form a sentence?
"Such niche writing style. I guess I'm still too ignorant..."
This is the thought in many people's minds.
Outside the restaurant, there were many people who had not participated in the previous battle, but were merely spectators, bloodthirsty viewers, who watched until the very end.
When the celebration banquet started, they were still outside joining in the fun when they heard and saw the series of changes that had just taken place.
Realizing that the ultimate victor was actually Bai Xiaosheng, some of the sect masters who had come to cheer him on were drenched in sweat.
He quietly took a step back, shielding everyone in front of him.
"Is this the fear that Bai Xiaosheng brings, a suffocating feeling like being coiled by a python?"
On the other side, several previously unremarkable passersby suddenly changed their tune and began cheering and applauding.
"Wow, Boss Bai Xiaosheng has completely outmaneuvered these guys! Boss Bai Xiaosheng is invincible!"
"That's hilarious, Boss Bai Xiaosheng! This is really entertaining! This plot twist is truly interesting!"
"This is truly eye-opening! Absolutely eye-opening!"
There were quite a few of them, and their changes made those around them realize that there were actually so many storytellers hidden among them.
"That was terrifying, Mom! I want to go home..."
A master who was very confident in his abilities discovered that the guy he had been chatting with so well, practically calling each other brothers, was actually a storyteller in disguise.
He sensed the malice of the world and was terrified.
Back then, his master told him that he had already mastered martial arts and was a big shot in the martial arts world.
Who is this guy? Is he a storyteller's hunting target?
He made a decision: if he could return alive, he would definitely test his master's true identity—whether he was a storyteller or someone who was deliberately deceiving him, a clueless novice in the martial arts world.
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