Qin Yue stood up and explained, “The conscience will be updated weekly, seven days from now. Please come earlier next time.”
“A week? Senior Sister, the storytellers down the mountain update daily. This is too long,” a Sword Sharpening Peak Disciple said, dissatisfied.
Another Disciple asked, “Does it cost money? Name your price, we’re not short on money.”
Qin Yue replied, “It’s not about money. Storytelling is purely out of interest. If the storyteller is forced to continue, the content might not satisfy everyone.
Today’s storybook will be published at Lu Family Bookstore. Everyone can go buy and read it. You can review it and learn new things. Of course, if you are truly dissatisfied, you can go listen to other storytellers. These are the rules of the mountain.”
Seeing Qin Yue step forward to mediate, the Disciples did not dare to cause further trouble. After all, she was a talented beauty, enjoying special treatment on Chen Ming Peak, a place managed by her father.
Everyone could only leave in groups of two or three, chatting about the story they had just heard as they walked.
“She married in Senior Brother’s clothes, but was killed by Second Brother, and finally died in Third Martial Brother’s arms. What a tragedy.”
“No, this is called the impermanence of fate. Her heart belonged to Third Martial Brother, her body to Second Brother, and her name to Senior Brother. This shows that strength is the key to everything. One must control one’s own destiny.”
“Exactly, only by becoming stronger can you control your own destiny.”
“However, is fate really that incredible? Xiong Ba wanted to defy fate, but it seemed like he was just pushing fate’s progression.”
“Who knows? By the way, let’s go down the mountain and buy a book.”
…
“Little Yue, can’t you update it again?” Han Su Fairy urged.
“Senior Sister, I really can’t. I’ve done my best,” Qin Yue said, looking troubled.
Seeing Qin Yue’s expression, Han Su Fairy stopped pressing her. Instead, she smiled mysteriously and handed Qin Yue a crystal, “Alright, I won’t make things difficult for you. Give this to the storyteller; perhaps it can make him change his mind. I can help him.”
After speaking, she left with her sisters, seemingly to buy books down the mountain.
“Let’s go see that person,” Yan Yi suggested.
“Aren’t you buying books?” Qin Yue asked in surprise.
“Isn’t Lu Family Bookstore opened by Sixth Senior Brother Lu Ran? Couldn’t he just send them over?” Yan Yi said casually, adding that it would be even better if she could get the original manuscript, though that was unlikely, as the original might already be with her close friend.
Thus, Qin Yue and Yan Yi went together.
Meanwhile, Qing Feng was summarizing his gains from this experience.
Looking at the illusory figures in the Dream Realm, Qing Feng nodded slightly.
These figures were very weak, almost without any combat power, but for the Dream Realm, having them was better than nothing.
Although none were entirely satisfactory, there was still a difference between 10 points and 50 points, with Ming Yue, Bu Jingyun, and Kong Ci ranking in the top three.
Qing Feng smiled slightly and continued his observation work.
Next, it was up to Sixth Senior Brother’s efforts. He hoped he could sell more books and open up the situation. He was about to get married, so he really should earn more money!
“Qing Feng.”
Immersed in his plans, a clear voice interrupted his thoughts.
Qing Feng looked up and saw Qin Yue and Yan Yi approaching, his gaze falling on the Blood Ginseng beside him.
The Blood Ginseng understood, silently moved aside, plucked a root hair, put it in the tea, and then respectfully offered the tea, looking utterly dutiful.
“This is what Han Su Senior Sister asked me to bring you. She didn’t say what it was, so you can see for yourself.”
Qin Yue handed the crystal from Han Su Fairy to Qing Feng, then gracefully sat down, stroking the little Zouwu with one hand and sipping tea from a cup with the other. A warm spiritual energy flowed through her body, making her feel exceptionally comfortable.
Since the sword strike on the Lantern Festival that severed her self, she had already half-stepped into Foundation Establishment Layer Nine, with a breakthrough imminent.
Qing Feng curiously took the crystal and infused it with spiritual energy. As the spiritual energy fluctuated, a scene unfolded before everyone: amidst swirling clouds and mist, the figures of three Beast Taming Sect Disciples appeared.
One was dressed in Law Enforcement Hall Disciple clothes, while the other two wore ordinary Beast Taming Sect Disciple attire.
The Disciple in Law Enforcement Hall attire was saying to another Disciple, Li Ping, “Li Ping, although Han Gang was wrong, we are all fellow Disciples. Don’t go too far. Let’s just drop this matter.”
Another Disciple standing nearby had his hands on his hips, looking like he was bullying others. However, Li Ping sneered twice, “What if I don’t agree?”
“You won’t admit it? Then don’t blame me for being impolite. I’ll take you to the Law Enforcement Hall to settle the score properly, and everyone can judge.” The Law Enforcement Hall Disciple was surprised by Li Ping’s stubbornness and showed great disdain.
“Fine, if I must go, I’ll go. If you have the guts, take my life in the Law Enforcement Hall. Otherwise, as soon as I step out of the Law Enforcement Hall, I’ll enter the Martyr's Shrine to see my parents and tell them that the Beast Taming Sect’s Law Enforcement Hall makes heroes bleed and shed tears.”
At this moment, the Law Enforcement Hall Disciple’s expression in the image changed drastically.
In reality, Qing Feng’s face also turned extremely ugly, but this was not all.
Then the scene shifted to the Hall of Offerings.
A middle-aged woman, about forty years old, stood in front of the counter, leaning forward with one hand on it, looking at the shopkeeper with a provocative gaze, saying, “Old Li, you promised the three-leaf ice crystal lotus for Xiao Wei’s Foundation Establishment. Why are you giving it to someone else now?”
“Resources are truly limited. I’ll definitely give it to him next time,” the shopkeeper explained helplessly.
“Hmph, you said that last time too. We’ve waited again and again. Do we have to keep waiting? I think you believe we, an orphaned mother and child, are easy to bully.
Old Zhao, look down from heaven. See how badly we, mother and child, are being bullied! It truly makes heroes bleed and shed tears. We’re going to the Martyr's Shrine to complain to you.” The woman said, patting the counter and weeping bitterly.
“Stop, don’t say another word. I’ll give it to you now,” the shopkeeper said through gritted teeth.
“Wouldn’t it have been better to do this earlier?” The woman immediately wiped away her tears as if nothing had happened, then happily took the item and left.
…
One scene after another switched, with characters of different identities appearing consecutively.
Although their cultivation levels and appearances varied, they had two things in common: first, they were all descendants of martyrs, and second, they all shouted the slogan, “Making heroes bleed and shed tears.”
After witnessing all of this, Qing Feng’s face had turned as dark as coal.
Heavens, weren’t there very few people around at that time?
Why did so many people know?
“In recent years, the Law Enforcement Hall Disciples have become increasingly arrogant, and these descendants of martyrs winning against the strong might be a way to adjust the Beast Taming Sect’s order. It’s just that this has gotten you into trouble,” Yan Yi said, looking at Qing Feng.
Being called a descendant of a martyr seems glorious.
But in reality, they are just children who have lost their loved ones.
For someone like Qing Feng, whose parents are both Spirit Transformation powerhouses and who has the support of his Senior and Martial Brothers, the situation is still manageable.
However, such cases are a minority. Most of the fallen cultivators were at the Golden Core stage. After the empress, it will be updated once a week. Please come earlier next time.”