The so-called Demon Extermination Assembly is open to anyone, whether living or dead, who has a grudge against Bai Xiaosheng, the strongest storyteller.
"Isn't this great? Everyone has gathered together on their own, saving me the trouble of visiting them one by one."
In his view, their actions were no different from eating Western food, where the waiter cuts the steak and brings it to his mouth.
He turned around and glanced at the person who had been standing next to him.
"So why don't you run?"
"Well, Mr. Bai Xiaosheng, I'm your idol, oh no, no, you're my fan, uh, no, how should I put it again?"
Bai Yi sensed that the spirit was so nervous that it was incoherent; he was also a storyteller.
"It seems to be a fictionalist?"
"Yes, I am a fictional storyteller, known in the martial arts world as Mr. Strange Tales. I am a newcomer who debuted ten years after your death."
The young storyteller stood at attention, seemingly quite excited to be facing the all-knowing scholar.
"That's great. I like storytellers like you who are both talented and hardworking."
You've come here this time to collect materials and obtain original manuscripts, right?
I can tell you, the Nine Provinces Realm is definitely going to get lively from here on out.
After patting the storyteller on the shoulder, Bai Yi blended into the crowd not far away and disappeared without a trace.
"It disappeared in an instant. I didn't feel any change at all. No wonder it's a top-notch assassin."
His envoy was also here, and in his opinion, what had just happened was a bit too outrageous.
As is well known, modern storytellers generally only have two classes: the Assassin of the Seizure faction and the Caster of the Fiction faction.
Most storytellers focus on developing one school of thought, with more emphasis on the "capture" school, because killing is easier than making up stories.
As their ancestor, Bai Xiaosheng's method just now must have combined concealment of his aura with other abilities.
"Luckily we're not enemies, otherwise, being targeted by such an assassin would make it impossible to even close our eyes when we sleep."
Now I understand why so many heroic spirits killed by Bai Xiaosheng could still suffer from severe psychological trauma even after winning the resurrection tournament.
"This is normal, Master. Once we enter the city, we must not be careless."
So many years have passed, and my colleagues, those storytellers, have definitely improved as well.
A heroic spirit from Earth, an excellent target for hunting and fooling; you are very likely to become that target.
During his preparations for the journey, he purchased portable accommodation, a large amount of emergency food, as well as purified water, antidotes, and equipment for testing toxins.
“We were prepared. We came here to experience this kind of thrilling adventure. I can’t wait. Hurry up and bring it up.”
The first Heroic Spirit is often the one with the highest level of synergy with the Heroic Spirit Master. This guy is like a fictional storyteller, seeking excitement and unafraid of challenges.
On the other side, Bai Yi, who had already infiltrated a nearby city, picked up a newspaper and looked at it.
Unsurprisingly, he saw content about himself, or rather, about Bai Xiaosheng.
The Unspeakable Monster Returns to the Real World
"Goodness gracious, I'm exclaiming goodness gracious! Isn't this title a bit too much?"
How can you talk like that? Can't we be more tolerant and friendly?
Also, this subtle style always reminds me of something strange.
This is yesterday's newspaper. Because of its connection with Earth, the Nine Continents have also made great progress in the field of information.
As far as Bai Yi knows, some fiction storytellers even use the internet as online writers, journalists, or bloggers to accelerate the creation of their original manuscripts.
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