Han Feiyu didn't know how long he had been gone, but when he opened his eyes in the real world again, storytellers all over the world sensed a certain change.
Their path as storytellers has changed in some way.
However, they also noticed that the sword cultivators nearby inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness in their hearts.
It seemed as if something had vanished, causing the path of swordsmanship to tremble.
"It's done, it's over. Even the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has become a stepping stone for me to take another step forward."
With the power of fiction, the ability to captivate all beings, and the path of the storyteller, I have nothing to fear anymore.
The storytellers around them also sensed the change in the path and that they had gained two more basic skills to learn.
"Wow, really? This effect is even simpler than we imagined?"
Whether it was seizure or fabrication, the specific methods of operation were more convenient than they imagined.
The storytellers calculated that as long as they made a good plan, they could easily complete the fictional story by using the original manuscript in their hands, finding a suitable city, spreading rumors, and making it a reality.
Then, having obtained the basic strength through the fabricated original manuscript, one can find a suitable strong opponent and attempt to seize it.
"This is really simple, just like what that all-knowing scholar did before."
One storyteller silently thanked Han Feiyu for his contributions to all storytellers, while also pondering how to hunt down powerful individuals.
"A strong person may be strong enough and vigilant enough, but there are limits to that."
He will guard against his enemies and those who approach him with ill intentions.
But what if I went to any restaurant and replaced the chef, and then poisoned him?
Or, since he has a large family, I could secretly replace a few people with his brothers, children, or wife…
This guy was quick-witted. He figured that if he targeted the enemy in this way, even if they didn't die, they would be more vulnerable to attacks, becoming paranoid and weakened in both mental and physical condition, making them easier to deal with.
At least a third of the storytellers present were ready to try out their new abilities.
Putting everything else aside, how many skilled fighters have been injured here?
Of the remaining two-thirds, some have also wavered and are considering whether to explore new possibilities.
It can be said that it wouldn't be too difficult for Han Feiyu to achieve his goal of creating the utopian society he envisions.
Yes, that makes sense. It's about a utopian society where everyone is in harmony. Whether it's good or bad is none of your business.
Not far away, Han Feiyu looked up at the sun in the sky; it was almost time to go have lunch.
"Everyone, thank you for participating in this game. I'm very satisfied. That's all for today."
We'll all go back to our own homes and find our own mothers. The world is vast; perhaps we'll meet again someday.
In a flash, he disappeared from the spot, actually heading to the kitchen of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to prepare some delicious food for himself.
On the original battlefield, the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion, martial arts masters, and storytellers—three groups of people—just stared at each other in silence.
The martial artists are the ones who most want to leave.
"Brother, let's hurry back. The way they're looking at us from both sides is weird..."
"really."
"really."
They were not in good condition and were unwilling to fight the remaining members of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion here. What if they were seriously injured and the storyteller took advantage of them?
They couldn't help but feel the intense, almost consuming gazes from behind them; some storytellers had stopped acting altogether.
The martial artists who were chatting with the storyteller earlier had already quietly distanced themselves from him.
There's nothing else to it, just two words: scared.
They didn't dare to get rid of these storytellers either. Bai Xiaosheng had just left, and they were worried that he might still be watching them from the shadows. They weren't sure if killing the storytellers would provoke him to take action against them.
That's it, let's get out of here quickly, survival is the most important thing.
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