Chapter 85:

Clap!

The sword-wielding storyteller slammed his hand on the stage and passionately said:

"Qiao Pifu was ignited by a strange flame and became a candle. In the midst of the fire, he shouted loudly: ‘You all should smell how fragrant I am as a candle…’"

The audience below was listening attentively when suddenly, a tea drinker with slightly gray sideburns in the corner cheered loudly.

"Great!"

"Indeed, Qiao Pifu is a heroic figure in the world of men!"

The cheering broke the tranquility, and soon other tea drinkers also started applauding, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Comfortable," said the tea drinker with slightly gray sideburns, who was none other than Qiao Mu. He looked around at the reactions of the other tea drinkers, his "tail" wagging happily.

When he was burned before, he didn’t have the energy to appreciate the expressions of others, but now he felt satisfied by watching them.

The storyteller was reaching an exciting climax when suddenly a series of footsteps were heard, and a group of constables in soapy clothes entered one after another.

"Even in storytelling, there should be a mix of truth and fiction. This Qiao Pifu committed a serious crime and has already been personally burned by the Saintess of the Immortal Gate, sentenced to eternal damnation. Why are you still fabricating stories about this criminal?"

The leader of the police shouted, and Jiang Chen, the sword-wielding storyteller, quickly jumped up and used his inner strength to move swiftly. Surprisingly, he jumped out of the window.

"This sword-wielding storyteller is not just an ordinary person, he is a martial artist with inner strength?" The tea guests were slightly surprised.

"All these storytellers are martial artists with inner strength. Could it be related to the Tide Listening Building?" Someone whispered quietly.

"Chase!" The police officers immediately followed and the storytelling came to a sudden stop.

Qiao Mu looked at the faces of the police officers and squinted slightly.

These police officers were all unfamiliar faces. And the leader of them, he had no impression of.

Even though Qiao Mu hadn’t been a police officer for long, he could still recognize faces.

"Is someone impersonating a police officer?" He stood up, paid the bill, and followed them.

Jiang Chen, the sword-wielding storyteller, he had seen him several times and didn’t want to see him being threatened or killed by anyone.

……….

Jiang Chen is a martial artist with 9th rank internal strength, skilled in lightness skills.

After escaping from the teahouse, he continuously used his lightness skills to escape into the deep alley. He thought he could shake off the pursuers just like before, but this time the pursuers were surprisingly close behind him.

The ordinary catchers in the city are generally martial artists in the strength-training stage, lacking internal strength. They are much weaker in terms of explosiveness compared to martial artists with internal strength.

However, what surprised him was that…all these catchers had internal strength, and even some of them seemed to have better lightness skills than him?

"I am in trouble this time…"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him in the deep alley. It was the leader of the catchers, who had somehow already circled around to the front of the deep alley, blocking Jiang Chen’s way.

The pursuing catchers had also caught up and surrounded him.

"…You guys are not ordinary catchers, considering your great skills," Jiang Chen finally regained his senses.

"That doesn’t matter." The leader of the hunters smiled slightly and said:

"Jiang Chen, 31 years old. He is from Tiger City in Nan Province. When he was 14, he joined the local sword sect, ‘Bright Moon Sect,’ and when he was 20, he married his fellow disciple from the sect."

"At the age of 31, he traveled with his wife to Yan City. There, he was humiliated by the son of the local City Lord, Guo Yan, in front of everyone. He was almost taken into the palace as a slave. Shortly after this incident, he voluntarily became a storyteller. He doesn’t talk about martial arts stories or strange stories, but he loves to tell the stories of Qiao’s family."

"Am I right?"

The expression on Jiang Chen’s face had frozen. Although he didn’t consider himself important, he couldn’t believe that his background and origins had been so clearly revealed. It filled him with an inexplicable fear, even more than if someone had tried to kill him with a sword.

"I only have one question for you. If you can answer it, you’ll live." The fake leader of the hunters said with a smile:

"You used to tell the story of the three people from Qiao Family in Yan City, and now you’re telling the story of Heyang City’s Qiao Pifu."

"So, is this Qiao Pifu related to the Qiao Family in Yan City? Are they from the same Qiao family?"

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback. S~eaʀᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Only now did he understand that he had attracted the attention of these mysterious people because of the Qiao’s family?

It is estimated that he was targeted by them because he had previous contact with the Qiao’s family…

"I don’t know." Jiang Chen pondered for a long time, and could only say that.

"Don’t know? That’s not a good answer." The catcher kept smiling, but the smile gradually turned cold.

"Since you don’t know, why did you specifically talk about Qiao Pifu and the story of Yan City’s Qiao Family’s father and son? Are you trying to deceive me?"

Jiang Chen was stimulated by the feeling of being killed, instinctively tensed his body, but still mustered the courage to say:

"I was indeed saved by the Qiao Family, so I am grateful, which is why I became a storyteller."

"But what I want to be is a storyteller who spreads the righteous deeds of the Qiao Family, not someone who tells stories for them or spreads their reputation."

"As long as we have a sense of righteousness and take action, does it matter if our surname is Qiao or if we come from the same family?"

The catcher was slightly stunned.

Jiang Chen stood straight and serious, saying:

"I am just a storyteller who enjoys telling stories about heroes. I have no connection with the Qiao family. It’s just a coincidence that the famous heroes lately happen to have the surname Qiao."

The constable stared at Jiang Chen expressionlessly for a long time, until Jiang Chen felt a shiver down his spine and his hair stood on end. Then, the constable suddenly smiled.

"There’s one more question. If you answer correctly, you’ll stay alive."

"There aren’t many wanderers in this world who dare to speak the truth. Are you willing to join Tide Listening Building and become a storyteller for them?"

Tide Listening Building？



Jiang Chen blinked his eyes, feeling a bit confused.

"Yes, you are just a simple 9th rank, even though you are 31 years old, but joining a small sect like Tiger City’s ‘Bright Moon Sect’ is normal to have limited knowledge and experience."

The captain smiled lightly and said,

"After the Inhuman War, Martial Saint became known as a warrior saint, and with his own strength, he broke through the entire previous martial arts world."

"Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Huashan, the four major martial arts families… All the old martial arts sects and families have turned to dust."

"On top of the bodies of the old martial arts sects, a formidable entity emerged, surpassing any sect or family: Wuji Association."

"But there is still a mysterious martial arts force that survives in the world, not destroyed by the Wuji Association."

"This is our Tide Listening Building, a gathering place for collecting strange events and storytellers." The captain laughed and said,

"Tide Listening Building has a long history, even surpassing a thousand years, and it has existed since the previous dynasty."

"Fifty years ago, Tide Listening Building produced a person, and perhaps you have heard of him."

"He proclaimed himself… the legendary All-known Man."

Jiang Chen’s heart suddenly shook.

The legend of the All-known Man is well-known among the martial arts practitioners. He loves to arrange weapon catalogues, Hero Lists, and he never misses any strange events in the world of martial arts.

He probably knows what kind of organization the Tide Listening Building is.

As the centuries pass and dynasties rise and fall like the changing tides of the sea, the storyteller sits atop the building, listening to the ebb and flow of the world, recounting stories.

The police officer continued:

"The people in this Tide Listening Building can be roughly divided into two groups."

"One group takes risks to spread the truth, often running afoul of the authorities or even cultivators."

"The other group focuses on telling strange stories, not caring much about whether they are true or not."

"If you join, which group would you like to be a part of?"

This person said he was inviting Jiang Chen to join, and Jiang Chen wondered if he had no other choice as a mere 9th rank.

"What kind of strange stories do the second type of people spread?" Jiang Chen asked.

He was a bit curious.

The constable just smiled.

"For example, in my Tide Listening Building, there’s a storyteller known as the ‘Eavesdropper.’ He loves to tell stories about…"

"Counting down the top ten most beautiful women in the martial arts world, and counting down the top ten worst crotch rips in the martial arts world… things like that."

Jiang Chen：？

He almost wanted to ask the constable to tell him more.

After thinking it over, he finally made a decision.

"Such colorful events are indeed eye-catching… but I would rather be part of the first group."

"Okay." The head catcher clapped his hands instantly.

"From now on, you will be the storyteller of Tide Listening Building."

"But for now, I have important matters to attend to. You follow him and leave first."

The head catcher waved his hand and summoned a constable, instructing him to swiftly escort Jiang Chen away.

Then, he turned back with a smile and looked towards a direction in the deep alley.

"Are you a friend of Wuji Association?" the head catcher exclaimed loudly.

"Your Star Xuan Envoy from Wuji Association has already issued a pursuit order. Instead of urgently hunting down Saintess Wu Qingxin, the former Martial Saint disciple and now a member of Immortal Gate, you’ve come to listen by the corner of my place. Have you wandered into the wrong place?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mu, who was hiding in the shadows, not only didn’t run away, but even voluntarily stepped forward.

This kind of mysterious power is usually accompanied by danger, and danger means death.

He naturally went after it eagerly.

Qiao Mu stepped out from the shadows and walked up to the imposter headman.

"Wu Qingxin is, after all, the saintess of Xuantian Sect. It is not easy to hunt her. But before that, I would like to take care of the rats in the alley."

Qiao Mu stepped forward, looking coldly at the imposter constable.

He just liked this kind of mysterious power.

Wuji Association is also Qiao Mu’s enemy, and it would be a good thing for him if he could stir up some trouble.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the imposter headman scrutinized him from head to toe.

"Oh… so you’re not a member of Wuji Association, but close enough."

He immediately smiled slightly.

"Did you practice the ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique’? Then you can also be considered as a half-member of the Wuji Association."



"Someone like you, the local Star Xuan Envoy also likes to recruit. If you go now, you might even catch up with the Saintess Hunting Mission."

"Martial Saint hates inhuman beings and he also hates the Great Yan Imperial Court."

"This former disciple has become an inhuman dog, which naturally angers the Martial Saint."

"However, Wu Qingxin is a talented individual who cultivates both Immortal Dao and Martial Dao. She was also a former disciple of the Martial Saint. We must not underestimate her."

"I can see that you are a person with exceptional skills. If you were to kill Wu Qingxin, it could be considered an achievement within the Wuji Association. Who knows, you might even gain the favor of the Martial Saint."