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Chapter 1455 - Chapter 1455 Chapter 714 Evil Kings Disaster_2

Chapter 1455: Chapter 714: Evil King’s Disaster_2 Chapter 1455: Chapter 714: Evil King’s Disaster_2 “Mo Xuan naturally wouldn’t dare.”

The Lord of Evil Shadow City also stood up, his voice solemn, “However, to defend against external threats, we must first ensure internal stability. The current situation in the Evil King Palace is really not suitable for a large-scale mobilization of troops. If a movement must be made, the resources that each city can provide are limited, and the sects will have to find their own solutions.”

“Rebellion, sheer rebellion!”

Duan Longxing’s beard and hair moved as if agitated by an unseen wind, like an enraged lion, “The sect conquered this territory and placed you all in such crucial positions so that you would contribute your strength when the sect needed it. Yet you have become so engrossed in the game of being lords of your cities that you cannot extricate yourselves; when has the sect ever needed to compromise with ignorant fools?”

“Don’t think I’m unaware. Behind this turmoil, it’s all supported by the families of each city and each region. Otherwise, those commoners wouldn’t be able to cause such an uproar. Master of Mo City asking the sect not to hold these people accountable is clearly your way of protecting them!”

“And you all!”

His eyes sharp as knives, Duan Longxing thundered at the city lords, “Among those rebels, how many are your nephews, cousins, and friends’ sons? They’ve been allowed to grow to this extent all because of your indulgence!”

“Now everything is clear. Go inform those obstinate families that this farce must end before February, and by March, prepare all the materials and troops necessary for the campaign against Longxi.”

“The sect granted you martial power and authority. If you won’t use it, hand it all over and roll down from your position as lords of your cities!”

…

In the early months of the year 1791 of the Longzhou Calendar,

With the melting of the ice and snow, all things revived, and Chaochang City, now restored to order, teemed with life once more. As the largest port in the southwestern part of Longzhou for sailing abroad, it had a recovery speed that always astonished people.

Ordinary merchants only saw the war-torn Chaochang as ruins, while some unique and confident individuals believed they could carve out a place for themselves in the order rebuilt from wasteland.

Traders, wandering warriors, artisans, they all flocked to this city of legend where one could certainly not starve as long as one had skills.

And just like the legend, although Chaochang was not yet able to meet everyone’s needs for work, there were still seven large cities behind it.

The Tang Clan built dozens of merchant ships to travel to the various cities of Lingjiang at the first chance, making several trips a day.

The same system, the same desperate need for talent, and the refusal to impose additional taxes even with the impending battle gave people a great deal of confidence. Those who couldn’t find good opportunities in Chaochang were often willing to try their luck in the Lingjiang Seven Cities.

Initially, the citizens of these densely populated cities were not accustomed to such movement, but after a few years, they adapted and complained less, save for the occasional grumbles about foreigners taking local jobs.

However, with the widespread implementation of the Five-Mu Land Decree, even without working, the local people were living quite comfortably, so these complaints caused no significant upheaval.

Local people who undertook less work began to look for various forms of entertainment, and listening to storytellers became an important activity.

Storytellers from the south and north brought with them new and fascinating worlds, and on a continent where martial strength was revered, the worship of the strong was not just ingrained in the marrow, but also served as a diversion in life.

A wandering swordsman who obtained a heritage of swordsmanship secluded himself in the mountains for thirty years, practicing with a wooden sword, then went to Yuanzhou to participate in the sword contest and shocked everyone by winning the Sword Champion. He was taken in as an honored guest by the Xu Clan of Yuanzhou, awarded the Divine Sword and Divine Armor, and even won a beautiful partner.

A naive young monk, pure of heart but somewhat simple-minded, stumbled into a Zen debate forum by mistake and, with True Heart Bodhi questions, left the great Zen masters speechless. The Buddha Lord who presided over the ceremony took the young monk as his disciple and, after enduring eighty-one trials, he ultimately became the new Buddha Lord.

A youth who was separated from his family in childhood traveled thousands of miles on foot to seek the Divine Court’s angels, hoping to find his family’s whereabouts. Coinciding with the Immortal Sealing Platform Convention, the God King, moved by his sincerity, blessed him with immortality and revealed the location of his family, bestowing upon him a fairytale-like ascension, blessing not just him but his entire household.

Stories like these, filled with mystery and wonder, each storyteller had plenty in their repertoire, but this was enough to impress only the most naive of commoners.

To please distinguished guests, storytellers had to have substantial content, and the so-called substantial content consisted of verified news from the Outer Continent.

For instance, in a certain year and month, a wandering warrior encountered a group of bandits in the mountains, fought against numerous enemies single-handedly, and eradicated the entire den of outlaws, his heroic name spreading far and wide.

For example, on the heroes’ stage, the growth experiences of a certain titled powerhouse, skilled in techniques and combat situations.

And then there’s the duel between renowned strong figures, which are deduced from the news and gestured dramatically in narrative.

More often, it’s the unofficial historical tales and secrets of the noble families, which, although not as entertaining to listen to as the former, tend to garner more rewards from the sons of highborn families.

The only problem is that each storyteller has a limited number of stories to tell because turning a piece of news into a performable story is no easy task.

As a result, most storytellers can’t stay in one place for long, after all, no one would pay again for a story they’ve already heard.

Hence, storytellers wander like ronin, migrating here and there, from south to north.

In the spring, a storyteller who arrived at Lanshan City seemed to have particularly rich content, starting from the smallest tea house and quickly attracting crowds.

Later, he was invited to various pubs, each time bringing up different stories.

If commoners and idlers abound, he would recount “strong figure stories” from hundreds of years ago, winning thunderous applause.

If there were more sons of noble families, he would tell the secret histories of the Longzhou clans, all shrouded in mystery, leaving the audience wide-eyed with wonder.

In just a few days, the storyteller, Mister Chang, became a famous artist in Lanshan City, with non-stop invitations.

And Mister Chang didn’t disappoint, even with so many invitations, he always brought up fresh tales of secrets, never repeating any.

This inevitably piqued people’s curiosity about how many such secret stories this storyteller really had.

Moreover, some curious young masters began to speculate whether Mister Chang, who knew the secrets of the Longzhou clans, might have any stories about the Longxi Alliance.

Finally, at a grand banquet hosted by the Cui Family, a mischievous young master teasingly asked Mister Chang as he was about to tell a story, “Mister Chang, we’ve always heard stories about other families, but now who in Longzhou doesn’t know that our Longxi Alliance is the true prevailing power? I wonder if there are any tales about the Alliance circulating out there?”

The mediocre always dream of replacing the characters in the books, while the strong aspire to become the story themselves.

As a clan alliance that forced sects to sign peace treaties, the pride in the hearts of each member of Longxi was clearly evident.

They always believed that their fame should resonate across the Outer Continent, and even if they didn’t make it, surely the stories of the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster and Longxi’s Pride were hundreds, thousands of times more impressive than the trite tales of noble sons competing for courtesans.

They really wanted to hear, what exactly did they look like in those stories.

Prompted by the young master of the Cui Family, everyone began to urge Mister Chang to tell tales about the Longxi Alliance.

And the storyteller, who else could refuse the Cui Family of Lanshan City? Although his rhythm was disrupted, he still started to relay the stories he had prepared about the Longxi Alliance during his travels in the Outer Continent with a smile.

Naturally, the stories began with the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster and Longxi’s Pride, just as the people had anticipated.

Xiao Jinlin’s legend spread throughout Longzhou, and Xiao Ziyu’s unique fire was the best testament to it.

Listening to how the top warrior of the Longxi Alliance, through his own strength, snatched victory from the jaws of death amidst numerous highborn families, the crowd erupted into fervent cheers.

This was nothing but finding a storyteller to sing one’s own praises–starting from the Cui Family’s grand banquet, the various clans of Lanshan City opened up a new era of listening to stories, inviting Mister Chang to tell tales about the Longxi Alliance.

And Mister Chang, who had long desired this stage, naturally wouldn’t decline; he went from stories of the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster and Longxi’s Pride to tales of clan risings, to what the noble families of Longzhou thought of the Longxi Alliance, to digging deep into the history of the Tang Clan’s rise.

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