Su Mo's small inn was already crowded, and just like a few days ago, the bridge at the entrance was also filled with people who had come to listen.
There were new faces every day.
"Eh? Old Wang, aren't you going to visit the grave with Widow Liu next door today? Why are you here to listen to books?”
"Old Zhao, your father just passed away yesterday. You're not at home to mourn today, but you actually came to listen to a storyteller?”
"Hey, hey, look, Cripple Li from the neighboring village usually has a hard time getting out of bed. Today, he actually walked a few miles of mountain road to come here.”
"Don't talk about her. We're all addicted too. Yesterday's story stopped halfway. I was so anxious!”
Amidst the noisy and bustling crowd, Yang Tianyou and his family had already arrived at the inn.
Yang Tianyou, Yaoji, Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan were all here. The three siblings were naturally here to listen to the books, while Yaoji had something more important to do.
Although Yang Tianyou knew that there might be a hidden danger this time, all the people he loved the most were by his side. Although they were mortals, he was not afraid of anything.
He held Yang Chan's hand and smiled.
"It's rare for our family to go out in such an orderly manner. Today, the three of you can buy whatever you want to eat. As a father, let's be straightforward for once.”
Yaoji was a little nervous at first, but when she saw her husband Yang Tianyou being so carefree, she smiled and said,"
"Yeah, it's rare for your father to be generous. The three of you don't have to be polite.”
Although she was an immortal and Yang Tianyou was a mortal, Yaoji never lacked a sense of security. Yang Tianyou was a reliable and responsible man.
Yang Chan immediately said happily,
"Don't worry, I won't be polite. But now, I just want to hear the results of that book. Last night, Second Brother was still arguing with me. We've already made a bet.”
Yang Jian raised his head and snorted lightly. He did not explain, looking as if he was waiting for the mystery to be revealed.
Yang Jiao, who was standing at the side, had an uninterested look on his face. He said disdainfully,
"You guys are really bewitched. Isn't it just storytelling? What's the point? When we were young, our parents told us so many stories, but they were all very similar. If we had the time, we might as well stay at home and practice martial arts!”
Yang Chan pursed her lips.
"Big Brother, don't speak too slowly. Yesterday, Second Brother was as stubborn as you, but after hearing it, he became even more addicted than me. This morning, he kept urging me to go out quickly."
Yang Jiao looked at Yang Jian speechlessly, as if he felt that his second brother, who usually loved martial arts, was a little embarrassed.
After all, the civil and martial arts looked down on each other, and martial artists looked down on these people who showed off their words.
Facing Yang Jiao's gaze, Yang Jian continued to snort lightly, maintaining his aloofness and arrogance.
At this moment, the shop assistant had already brought Su Mo's armchair up, and everyone instantly quieted down. They knew that Su Mo was about to make his appearance!
"Sir will be here soon!"
Yang Chan's eyes immediately lit up as she looked at the chair. She looked like a fangirl.
Yaoji secretly urged her Primordial Spirit and released a wisp of her Soul Consciousness to explore the surroundings.
She had actually been on high alert, afraid that this was a trap set by Heavenly Court.
When she extended her divine sense, her expression changed…
Many cultivators had mixed into the crowd!
These people had varying levels of cultivation. Some had just started meditating, some had already formed their cores and formed their Nascent Souls, and some were even Loose Immortals who had already condensed their primordial spirits.
Yaoji even sensed the presence of many ghosts and monsters. Although the gloomy demonic aura had been restrained, it naturally could not escape Yaoji's detection.
After all, she was the sister of Great Heavenly Venerate Jade Emperor, not an ordinary female immortal.
However, at this moment, Yaoji was a little relieved.
Although these people were all immortal cultivators, their auras were complicated. Most of the itinerant cultivators in the mountains were definitely not the true gods of the celestial heavens.
Moreover, if Heavenly Court really set up a trap, it would be a good thing for him to have these uncertain factors.
For example, if the Heavenly Court really sent people here to capture her or her family, she could lure all these wandering cultivators and demons to expose themselves and escape in the chaos.
After all, the Heavenly Court had ordered that mountain gods and demons were not to show up easily. When the people of the Heavenly Court made a move, these itinerant cultivators might think that they were here to capture them. They might even help Yaoji deal with the heavenly soldiers and generals.
However, he still saw a few familiar faces.
For example, the wretched little old man in the corner. If he wasn't standing on the bench, he wouldn't even be able to see the storyteller in front of him.
It was the local god. He was writing something in a notebook.
Fortunately, the veil he was wearing was also a treasure. Otherwise, he would have been recognized!
Yaoji was naturally puzzled by the scene.
The Yang Family Village was just a small village that couldn't be any more ordinary. At most, it was a little lively. These immortals and demons were all secluded cultivators and rarely entered the mortal world. At this moment, they were all gathered in this small inn. It was really strange!
What kind of story was this storyteller telling that could attract all these ghosts and monsters?
Even though Yaoji had heard Yang Chan tell her what Su Mo had said yesterday, it was just a retelling. After all, Yaoji herself had not been there to experience the mysteries of the scene.
At this moment, Yaoji was even more curious about this storyteller, but Su Mo was still backstage and had not gone on stage. This was the style of a storyteller, and he wanted everyone to wait for him before he appeared in the manner that everyone expected.
However, Yaoji could not wait any longer, so she released a wisp of her divine sense to go backstage to find out more about Su Mo.
She was shocked again.
Her divine sense sensed that there was only one person backstage. It should be the storyteller.
This person's genuine Qi was condensed, and his blood Qi was like a dragon. His entire body emitted an unabashed Righteous Qi, which was more fierce than the aura of ordinary immortal cultivators. Could he be a cultivator who entered the path through martial arts?
This surprised Yaoji.
She had heard that this person was just an ordinary person without any fluctuation. Moreover, Yaoji had not sensed any fluctuation of the aura of an Immortal Cultivator in the backstage since this morning.
The aura of this storyteller seemed to have suddenly reached the level of an immortal in just a few hours!
Yaoji's heart sank, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
As the younger sister of the Heavenly Emperor, her strength was definitely not weak. However, since the other party could hide from her previously, it meant that the other party's potential strength was definitely not below hers!
And now, he was releasing it without hiding it. Could it be that he had already sensed his detection?
Then wouldn't he have exposed his identity and location?
Could the other party really be a mighty figure from the lower realm of the celestial heavens?
Yaoji was no longer in the mood to listen to the books. She was thinking about how to deal with the situation and trying to figure out which of the thirty-six palaces and seventy-two halls he was.
At this moment, a figure that everyone had been waiting for appeared.
"Little Boss is here!"
"Sir is here!"
Everyone exclaimed.
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