Chapter 32 - 32 32 The Storyteller's Cultivation Method (Please Follow and Vote)

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Chapter 32: Chapter 32: The Storyteller’s Cultivation Method (Please Follow and Vote) Chapter 32: Chapter 32: The Storyteller’s Cultivation Method (Please Follow and Vote) Chapter 32: Chen Yuan’s feet shuffled. He arrived at where the items had fallen. There was the once lost and now recovered mysterious green lamp, and a white bone that had been polished smooth. Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, beckoning from the bushes. He grasped it in his hand, and using the Heart Eye View, his brow furrowed. Inside there was a mass of black Demonic energy. It seemed to have been refined by someone. His mind stirred, channeling True Qi, giving it a tentative probe. Instantly, the strand of black Demonic energy dispersed like boiling oil spluttering out of a pot. Subsequently, as if ink was being laid onto a canvas, a miniature landscape painting slowly formed in the center of the bone. Between the mountains, there was a valley, where the Demonic energy finally condensed, flickering like flames. Chen Yuan’s eyes narrowed. Although the location was unknown, this object exuded a malicious aura. If his guess was correct, this place likely harbored a powerful Demon. That Demonic Monk possessing this object, appearing in this vicinity – what connection could there be? Chen Yuan gazed into the dark expanse of mountains. In these Eight Hundred Miles Langdang Mountain, deep in the forests, who knows how many demons lurked. In the last half year, his Cultivation had been modest, and many places he had yet to set foot. With this thought. Chen Yuan stored away the Bone Scroll, along with the green lamp into his sleeve. After all was done, he opened his robe and took a look inside. Squirrel Xiao Hua lay limp in a bundle, no longer showing its previous vitality. Its eyelids drooping listlessly. Chen Yuan hurriedly descended the mountain. Soon after, he returned to Jiazifang’s small courtyard in Qingshan County. Meanwhile, in an inn in Qingshan County, the storyteller had checked in for the night. In the guest room, an oil lamp burned, the goat-bearded old man was hunched over the table. With brush and ink in hand, he sprawled scrolls over the table. He inscribed line after line of small characters. “On the 60th day of the lunar calendar, in Shu land, Qingshan County, people here live a hard life. I tell stories here, heard that neighboring Yunlu County suffered from a Demon disaster, and the local Mountain Patrol Military Officer has been slaying demons to much acclaim, his realm unknown, the story should be told, to be passed on...” The goat-bearded old man paused after writing this. He pondered for a moment, then tore off the sheet of paper. The Mountain Patrol Military Officer of this place, name unknown, realm unknown, such people and events are too common in the Worldly society. Speaking and telling stories, it seems there isn’t much worth telling, the bitter sea of humanity all struggle to cross it. He was a storyteller, wandering everywhere, exploring stories from each place, Then incorporating these stories of fervor, sorrow, and exuberance into the Worldly society, speaking on behalf of these men and women, spreading them far and wide, to garner the Luck of heaven and earth. This was their Cultivation Method! Shaking his head, there was nothing in Qingshan County to write a book about for now. Better to rest his feet first! .... The next day, dawn broke. Chen Yuan woke up and first checked on Little squirrel’s injuries. He then channeled a breath of True Qi towards it. The little creature lay in the nest Chen Yuan had prepared for it, listless. White Fox was at the side, whimpering continuously, pacing back and forth. It seemed quite anxious. “It’s fine, it’ll recover after a few days of rest,” After examining the little guy’s injuries, a thought seemed to flash across his eyes as he spoke. Yesterday, this little guy was seriously injured by that Profound Body Demon Monk, and he had given it a breath of True Qi to extend its life. Today, upon examining it again, the injuries had greatly improved. He suspected that the little creature must have encountered some stroke of fortune. Perhaps it had something to do with that green lamp! He reassured Little Bai and instructed it to watch over the house. He then left through the door. Shortly after, he arrived at a mountain forest somewhere on the eastern side, outside the city gates. With a whooshing sound. A few minutes passed, When a “cheeping” noise was heard. Soon, a pale green little bird flew in from the woods. It landed on a branch in front of Chen Yuan. The bird was palm-sized, with a yellow circular patch beneath its eyes, and a small tuft of silly hair on its head. “Cheep cheep” The Little Blue Bird cheeped twice, its pupils blood red like two rubies, looking at Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan took out the white Bone Scroll, tuned out that bundle of demonic energy. Materializing that landscape painting. “Find me the location of this valley.” He issued the command. The Little Blue Bird hopped around on the branch. Chen Yuan’s finger released a mung bean-sized ball of True Qi. The Little Blue Bird flew over and pecked at it, swallowing the True Qi. Then, it flapped its wings and flew away. Chen Yuan watched the Little Blue Bird fly off, his gaze contemplative. The Demonic Monk from last night would surely return with renewed force. The Bone Token that fell from him, and now this Demon Valley appeared. He couldn’t rest easy without investigating it. He liked to plan ahead, not waiting for others to bring trouble to his doorstep. While pondering, he felt uneasy and used the Banshan Tiger Talisman to command the Contracted Demons nearby. To issue a warning if they encountered a bald monk. Only then did Chen Yuan feel somewhat reassured. After completing these tasks, Chen Yuan went as usual to a certain alley corner to Old Wu’s liquor stall. Old Wu was always laughing. Chen Yuan had a drink and exchanged information with Old Wu. He casually brought up the matter of that storyteller. “Old Wu, do you know about the storyteller who came to the entrance of Qingshan County?” “Report to my lord, this humble one is aware; he arrived here early yesterday morning. Does the lord find this person problematic?” Old Wu’s voice became lower towards the end. Chen Yuan shook his head and spoke of his observations when seeing the storyteller. The storyteller’s Cultivation Method was quite peculiar; he bolstered himself through storytelling. “Do you know what this is all about?” Upon hearing this, Old Wu looked contemplative, his expression quickly changing, then he said in a low voice: “To the best of this humble one’s knowledge, this seems to be a more obscure branch among the Hundred Schools. When I was young, this humble one heard of such things, they seemed to belong to some Novelist... I don’t quite remember clearly.” “These people travel far and wide, recording remarkable tales and spreading them everywhere. The protagonists of the stories they spread gain fame in the Worldly society and naturally acquire Luck. These individuals then borrow that Luck to nourish themselves.” “This Cultivation Method is indeed very peculiar; it’s possible for a storyteller to make an entire family prosper with their words alone!” Chen Yuan listened to Old Wu’s explanation with some amazement. ....... Time quickly advanced to night. Night fell, enveloping the entire Qingshan County. In the night, a little green bird flew into Qingshan County. Emitting a “cheep” sound. Not long after, a silhouette landed on the city gate tower. It was none other than Chen Yuan on his routine nighttime patrol. Chen Yuan raised his hand. The little green bird landed in his palm. “Found it?” Chen Yuan asked. “Cheep cheep” The Little Blue Bird nodded like a chick. “Take me there!” As soon as Chen Yuan finished speaking, the Little Blue Bird flapped its wings and flew towards the direction west of the city gate. Chen Yuan’s gaze shimmered in the night. The west side’s Eight Hundred Miles Langdang Mountain was a place he rarely stepped foot in. Thinking this, he leapt down, sprinting through the forest, stepping on the treetops. And soon, he disappeared into the night! 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Chapter 32 - 32 32 The Storyteller's Cultivation Method (Please Follow and Vote)

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