Chapter 301 Stay Away from Gossip
These past two days, the fresh gossip circulating on the streets and alleys has been endless and inexhaustible, truly more chaotic and dense than the willow catkins of spring.
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A sharp crack of the gavel, like metal exploding, silenced the clamor in the teahouse.
People coming from the south and going to the north, those resting and drinking tea, all pricked up their ears.
The storyteller glanced around the audience, stroked his beard with satisfaction, and then began to speak slowly and deliberately.
The voice suddenly lowered, taking on a mysterious tone:
"Ladies and gentlemen, the strange event we are about to tell you happened in our very own Fan Hua County."
"Yesterday at dusk, a mysterious woman abducted Feng Xingxing, the son of the Demon Emperor Feng Huixue. The Demon Emperor was furious. He enveloped the entire Prosperous Flower County with his divine sense, using ten spiritual veins, ten pseudo-immortal artifacts, and three unconditional promises. This made countless cultivators' eyes turn red with envy, wishing they could dig three feet into the ground and search the entire city for the demoness's whereabouts..."
"Just then, a woman..."
Someone raised their hand to interrupt, "Everyone knows that! I want to know who the little prince of the Demon Realm's biological father is!"
"Yes! I want to know too!"
"Don't say that it's understandable that the Sword Venerable and our Emperor Venerable would protect each other with their lives, after all, the Taixu Sect is known for its fiercely protective nature. Why would the Northern Emperor Venerable and the Demon Emperor risk their lives for Jiang Xianwan?"
"Why did the two realms and two regions issue a kill order against Lin Qingran so soon? Could she be the mysterious woman who kidnapped Feng Xingxing?"
"I'm very curious about who the little prince of the demon realm is by biological father."
"The Southern Emperor, or the Northern Emperor, or perhaps... the Phoenix Sword Master?!"
"I think anything is possible. But no matter who it is, Jiang Xianwan is dead just like that. To be honest, I can't accept it!"
Seeing the crowd chatting away, the storyteller frantically waved his hands, trying to quiet them down and get them to listen to his story.
"No, listen to me!"
They've all said it, what did he say?
What else does he earn money from?
It's not easy for such a big event to happen that has caused a sensation in the two realms and three regions.
Besides, he really enjoys being the center of attention.
However, nobody paid any attention to him.
The more the cultivators dug, the more shocked they became.
"Don't you guys think it's a bit strange that all five of them—Emperor Sword Master, Demon Emperor, and Demon King—went to the Xuan Gu Tournament?"
"Yes, not to mention the Demon Emperor and the Demon King, the two Emperors and the Sword Venerable never care about such trivial matters. In the past, there have been so many competitions between the two realms, but none of them have ever shown up."
"And that night, Sword Master and the others suddenly started fighting on the cloud boat and even blew it up, do you remember?"
"Wow! Now that you mention it, it seems like they all went along because Jiang Xianwan was there, and then got into a fight because they were jealous of her?"
"Hiss! Very likely! The Sword Venerable and our Emperor Venerable killed more than a dozen cultivators for Jiang Xianwan, while the Demon Emperor and the Demon King remained indifferent at the time!"
"Are these two the type to suffer a loss? They haven't even said a word!"
"And then there's the inn on the east street, where the inns of the North and South borders were struck by lightning. Later, I heard from the innkeeper that the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord seemed to be there at the time! They even had some kind of argument, which attracted the tribulation lightning. It was the one that struck that demoness last night, Xiao Zi, who's in cahoots with Jiang Xianwan!"
"My God! So that means both the Demon Emperor and the Demon King are Jiang Xianwan's men?!"
"What about our Emperor Venerable and Sword Venerable? And the Northern Emperor Venerable, hmm?"
"Judging from their crazy behavior last night and their subsequent reactions, I think all of them are!"
"Who do you think Feng Xingxing's biological father is?"
"Judging from Feng Xingxing's age, I don't think she could be the son of Sword Venerable and our Emperor Venerable! Have you heard that she used to raise spirit beasts at the Eternal Sect?"
"I've heard that too. It seems she lived in Misty Rain City for a year and sold a lot of those kinds of books!"
"Have you guys noticed... that Fengxing Bank President looks a lot like..."
Everyone's eyes were incredibly sharp, and they all exclaimed in unison, "Feng Xingxing is the son of the Northern Emperor!"
"My god! Jiang Xianwan is amazing! Her taste in men is as good as her ability to roll up dung!"
"She took all five of them?! That's amazing!"
"So what? She still died young, her body was never found, and her son was gone too."
"Who can argue with that?"
"Bullshit! All of it is bullshit!"
A boy sitting in the corner, his eyes red and swollen, suddenly smashed the table to pieces.
"Shut up! My junior sister won't die!"
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll kill you!"
All cultivators: "...!"
unwise.
Everyone fell silent abruptly, turning their gazes to the three young men in blue robes in the corner, and immediately lowering their heads.
The boy who overturned the table had tears in his eyes, his fair cheeks were covered in dirt, his fists were clenched, and his expression was one of utter hatred, as if he was about to unleash a massacre at any moment.
The storyteller turned pale with fright, trembling, and dared not utter a word.
Su Qingliu got up and walked through the bustling teahouse, tears falling from her chin and soaking into her clothes.
He stopped at the threshold, without turning around, and coldly uttered a sentence.
"My junior sister is not dead!"
Bai Ziye gripped the spirit brush so tightly that his knuckles turned white and blue. He swept his gaze across the cultivators, his light laugh revealing a chilling madness.
"If I hear the word 'death' from your mouth again, I will kill you!"
All cultivators: "..."
Stay away from gossip.
Cherish life.
Lin Yujin stepped out of the teahouse, fiercely wiping away her tears with her sleeve. "A bunch of scoundrels who never wish anyone well! My junior sister won't die! Absolutely not!"
"Everything will be alright!"
Bai Ziye turned her face away, hastily wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said firmly, "Yes, nothing will happen!"
The junior sister finally said two words: "Wait for me."
Can.
The spiritual bond between Feng Huixue and her junior sister has disappeared.
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