"Have you heard that many people were promoted to Grandmaster after listening to a storytelling performance in Jiange Market?"
"You're so out of date! We knew it a long time ago!"
"The seat of the Immortal Zui Li who was listening to the storytelling was very particular. Those who sat close to him were promoted to Grandmasters. With one punch, they could break the stone tablet and cut off the road!"
"Is this true? Can we go and listen?"
"It's late!"
"There are only 184 positions in the Immortal Drunk, and they are all won by strength. If you had listened last time, you would still have a chance to squeeze in this time, but now... can you beat the Grandmaster?"
Jiange is the center of this world.
What happened in Jiange Market would spread widely in less than half a day, and the news that one could be promoted to Grandmaster by listening to storytelling spread to all major forces in the martial arts world in the blink of an eye.
At once, many experts rushed to Jiange Market.
Those who received the news last time but did not come to listen to the storytelling regretted it very much, including some elders of Jiange.
Jiange Market was right under their feet, and they were the first to hear about the storytelling. However, at that time, they did not believe that listening to a storytelling show could help their strength much.
I believe it now, but it's too late.
Most of them have not yet reached the threshold of the Grandmaster realm, and the qualification to listen to storytelling is linked to strength, so they are destined to have no chance of storytelling.
After all, the 184 people who listened to the storytelling in the last wave were promoted to grandmasters.
“This is so unfair!”
Some people were outraged.
"For those of us who got the news late, or accidentally missed the first time, wouldn't that mean we have no chance at all?"
Wang Ran originally planned that each person could only listen to the storytelling once.
But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that the followers of the evil god should not be underestimated. People in this world would not be able to improve their strength much by listening to the storytelling only once. In the end, they might even become food to be killed by the followers of the evil god.
So he removed the limit on the number of times one could listen to the book.
But he also knew that the power level of this world was too low. After the first group of people who listened to the storytelling gained benefits, they almost blocked the way for those who came after them.
This is not good.
He is the savior, and he is here to do only three things.
fair!
fair!
Or is it some damn... mix-up
"The first group of people who listened to the book were of mixed quality, and there was even a professional robber among them. It would not do any good for the world to make bad people stronger."
"Next time I give a lecture, I will have to carefully select the candidates."
The day passed in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the second lecture. The outside of Xianrenzui was packed with people. Unless you were a master, you were not qualified to stand on the street in front of Xianrenzui.
"I am the head of the Kongshan Sect. Please give me some favor and let me and my disciples stand in front."
"Where did this little sect come from? Get out of here!"
"Those of you who haven't reached the Grandmaster level should stand outside on your own initiative. You are too weak. You won't be able to grab a spot even if the door opens."
"… "
The immortal was drunk and the people outside were shaking.
There were too many powerful masters present, and ordinary experts could only sit on the fence and wait.
Only the leaders and supreme elders of each sect, who not only have profound cultivation but also have many helpers, can stand in the front row of the crowd and wait for Xianrenzui to open the door.
When the time came, a huge pressure descended from the sky, pressing everyone down and making them unable to move.
Squeak—
The door of Xianrenzui opened automatically, and a few words floated out from inside.
"The rules have changed from today on."
"Only people of good disposition can enter, and some seats are reserved for newcomers who have never heard of storytelling."
As he spoke, the intensity of the pressure dropped rapidly.
The sect leaders standing in the first row gradually had room to breathe. They breathed in deep gulps of air and struggled forward under the pressure, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly oozing out of their foreheads.
Half an incense stick later, the leader of a little-known small sect was the first to enter Xianrenzui.
His face was full of surprise.
The reason why he was the first to enter Xianrenzui was not because he was the strongest, but because he was squeezed against the wall and could hold on to the wall when walking into Xianrenzui.
He walked tremblingly to Wang Ran, bowed to him, and then sat down at one of the four tables closest to Wang Ran.
He took a deep breath and smelled the aroma from the teapot.
"This is… "
His eyes lit up and he picked up the teapot and poured the tea into his mouth.
Tons Tons Tons Tons
Drink it all in one gulp!
He opened his arms, his sleeves fluttering like the wind, and his eyes revealed a strong edge.
“Grand Master! Hahahaha!”
When the leaders outside Xianrenzui heard the noise, they were so furious that their eyes burst into tears. They no longer cared about their image and crawled into Xianrenzui, rushing towards the position close to Wang Ran.
“Get out of the way!”
"You should get out of the way!"
"Heavenly Sword!"
"Great Jade Divine Palm!"
"Get out of here, everyone!"
"This spot is mine!"
"… "
The sect leaders who were usually extremely solemn were fighting fiercely in Xianrenzui, but because of Wang Ran's presence, they did not dare to damage the tables and chairs in Xianrenzui. They fought timidly and looked a little ridiculous.
It was an eye-opener for people outside of Xianrenzui.
Wang Ran petted the cat while glancing at these sect leaders.
He said calmly: "It's good to be enterprising, but you have to know your limits. If you break anything in Xianrenzui, both of you should get out together!"
As he spoke, he threw out the two guys who were hitting others with sword energy so hard that wood chips flew everywhere.
The noise in Xianrenzui suddenly became much quieter.
"Just sit down and feel at ease!"
He said again.
Now the sect leaders stopped fighting and all used their body skills to rush towards Wang Ran, occupying the four tables closest to Wang Ran in no time.
Sit down and feel comfortable.
The leaders who failed to grab a seat did not dare to take action and could only sit at the second table with an indignant look on their faces.
More and more people are coming to Xianrenzui.
At the same time, many people stood at the door of Xianrenzui, with their arms reaching into Xianrenzui but their feet unable to step in.
They cried loudly.
"Immortal! Please let me in!"
"Although I have committed murder and arson, I am a good person. My brothers can prove it!"
"Immortal! Look at me!"
"I have been obedient since I was a child! As long as you let me in, I will do anything you ask me to do!"
Wang Ran ignored them.
He has an orange cat who can read minds. He can tell who is a good person and who is not just by looking at the cat's tail.
But he was more interested in the "immortals" these people talked about.
This world has its own language system. The so-called immortals and banished immortals are his own translations. In the context of this world, they correspond to powerful people who can break the void.
Equivalent to a god.
Only gods can break through space and enter the world sea.
Wang Ran was actually a little curious.
There is a legend of broken void in this world, which means gods were born a long time ago, but I don't know why it is so bad now. The so-called grandmaster has less than one thousand single attributes.
A little nutrient solution can make the eyes of people in this world glow green.
After eliminating the evil god's convert, if there is still extra time, he can explore this matter to find out what happened in the world to become the barren state it is today.
In fact, he discovered that Anna's world was the same.
That world has footprints of angels, and it should have been a rich and powerful world in the past. I just don’t know what happened. In the end, I could only take out a few hundred Morata coins to ask someone to save me.
It stands to reason that the world can absorb energy and matter from the World Sea to continuously strengthen itself, and it will only become more powerful as time goes by.
But Wang Ran has encountered two declining worlds.
He was curious about what this declining world had gone through, and if he could discover the cause, perhaps he could prevent the same thing from happening on Earth.
After a while, all the seats in Xianrenzui were filled.
All those who had not yet grabbed a seat were pushed out by an invisible force, and then the door of Xianrenzui was closed.
Bang!
Wang Ran took a cool photo.
"Continue from last time!"
"Sun Wukong was tricked into becoming the Horse Keeper. He was originally full of ambition and pride. But when he suddenly heard that he was just a horse breeder, he felt disappointed. And with the disappointment came the trouble..."
Everyone in the hall fell into a trance due to the storytelling. Before their eyes, they vaguely saw a stretch of heaven and a vivid and unruly monkey.
Time passed quietly until Wang Ran rang the wake-up stick again.
Bang!
Everyone woke up from their trance.
Wang Ran said calmly: "This is the end of the storytelling. Please go back."
The door of Xianrenzui opened automatically.
There were crowds of people outside the door.
Although people outside the door cannot get any benefit from the storytelling, they can hear Wang Ran's voice and share the story of "Journey to the West" with the people in Xianrenzui.
Everyone in Xianrenzui was in a trance due to the storytelling, so they were more aware of what Wang Ran was saying.
The people in Xianrenzui walked out one after another.
"Immortal..."
Not everyone walked out. A small group of people gathered around Wang Ran.
"May I ask where you are from?"
"Have you ever heard of my ancestor, Master Jianchi?"
The white-haired and white-bearded Sword Pavilion master asked.
Wang Ran squinted at him and asked, "Did your ancestor break through the void? When?"
The head of Jian Pavilion said cautiously: "Not only my ancestor, but also his wife and children have broken into the void. It's just that the time is unknown, and we, the younger generations, don't know exactly when it was."
Wang Ran was surprised and asked, "What do you mean by untestable?"
Sects with a long history usually record major events within their own sects. It is not the case that major events happen in history but the sect members do not know when and what happened.
Unless something unexpected happened, causing the relevant records to be lost.
The head of Jian Ge hesitated and said, "I don't know why, but the records of past events in the sect are very confusing. Many events have been recorded more than a dozen times, and the time of each record is different."
Wang Ran was slightly stunned.
"So do we."
"Is this also the case in Jiange?"
“Ours is a mess, too.”
"… "
The leaders spoke in unison.
Wang Ran raised his eyebrows.
If only Jiange had chaotic records, it might be that the records were tampered with maliciously, but so many sects said they had encountered this situation, there must be another hidden story behind it.
Wang Ran fell into deep thought.
The same event was recorded dozens of times at different times. Either there was something wrong with the event itself, or there was something wrong with the person who recorded it.
If both of these are ok.
That is…
Is there something wrong with the timing