The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Two years later, it was late spring in the capital of Yun State. Willow catkins were flying everywhere and the streets were bustling with people.

A restaurant in the east of the city is crowded with customers.

Inside the restaurant, the aroma of wine and tea filled the air, and every seat was packed. Behind a mahogany table sat an old storyteller.

The old man had white hair and beard, kind features, but his eyes were bright and lively.

He was wearing a blue-gray robe and holding a gavel in his hand. He knocked it lightly, and the sound was crisp and loud, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"It is said that on that day, the sky was covered with dark clouds and strong winds were blowing!" The old man's voice was loud, as if bringing everyone into that thrilling battle.

"The devil Luo Wei brought a group of monsters and slaughtered most of the Xianyun Sect! The former Xianyun Sect leader and the five major peak masters spent their entire lives cultivating before they were able to injure that devil!"

"However, at this moment, the demon activated the talisman array, causing the Demon King to descend prematurely!" The old man's voice suddenly rose, filled with fear and shock. "The Demon King descended with the power to destroy heaven and earth. It was so terrifying! Seeing this, the disciples of the sect suppressed their fear and fought against the Demon King. However, the Demon King was so domineering that soon the disciples were killed or injured. The scene was quite tragic! Everyone fell into despair, but!"

He paused deliberately, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, as if waiting for their reaction. The audience held their breath, feeling very nervous.

In fact, they are not unfamiliar with this story, but every time they hear it, they can't help but get nervous.

"Yan Chuan, the eldest disciple of the First Peak of the Xianyun Sect and the current Imperial Master of our Yun Nation, has been attacking non-stop, risking his life, to buy time and create opportunities for the Savior!"

As the storyteller spoke, he focused on describing the fight scene that took place in Yanchuan that year, and a group of listeners clapped and cheered.

"Oh my! I really never get tired of hearing this, Lord Yanchuan!"

"Ah, thinking back to the past, he was a playboy in our capital. I never thought that was all a facade to hide his strength, and I never thought that the Xu family could be so despicable!"

"Fortunately, the Xu family's dirty deeds from the past have been uncovered and their property has been confiscated! Lord Yan Chuan is now the Imperial Master of a country, an existence that those people cannot even reach!"

"Oh, it would be great if I could marry Lord Yan Chuan..."

"Dream on! Master Yan Chuan is getting married next month!"

When the storyteller heard this, he frowned, but then recovered his composure.

"Alright, alright, don't interrupt me." He cleared his throat and continued, "Just when Yan Chuan and the Demon King were fighting to the death, and he thought he was going to die, the savior appeared! A golden light flashed, and she descended from the sky like a goddess! She put a magical instrument called a tight hoop on the Demon King, then activated a spell, making the Demon King's life worse than death, and finally swung her sword to give the Demon King a fatal blow! From then on, there was no more Demon King in the world..."

At this moment, a child immediately raised his hand and said in a clear and urgent voice: "Sir! You haven't told me the name of the savior yet!"

The old man was slightly stunned, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He touched his beard guiltily, and after a long pause, he whispered, "This... I don't know."

"Huh?" The child's eyes widened in disbelief. "Didn't many people from the sect see the savior that day? No one knows who she is!?"

The storyteller shook his head. "I can't tell you her name, but I can tell you that the savior is a woman of stunning beauty and unwavering perseverance. She's a very strong and admirable person."

As soon as he finished speaking, a little girl jumped out and said, "Then I will play the savior today!"

The little boy next to him was not to be outdone and immediately echoed, "Then I want to be Lord Yan Chuan who follows the savior!"

The children's laughter and cheers immediately filled the entire restaurant, and that thrilling battle became a heroic legend in their hearts.

A gratified smile appeared on the old man's face, and he looked at these innocent children with a kind look.

Suddenly, he remembered the serious matter: "Okay, quiet down."

The storyteller knocked on the table and asked, "Everyone, I'm honored to be with you all today, so I won't charge for my story. Not only that, I've also brought you some goodies!"

"Good stuff?" Several people immediately became interested: "What?"

"I have some things related to Yan Chuan here, and they can be obtained for only fifty taels—"

"Come on~" A girl holding a handkerchief suddenly said, "Old man, I see you don't look familiar. You've just arrived in the capital, right? Although your story is good, if you want to sell Lord Yanchuan's things, why don't you inquire about the market in the capital first?"

"That's right, a portrait of Lord Yan Chuan costs ten taels of silver, and every store has the same price. How dare you sell it for fifty taels? Isn't that asking for too much?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" The old man immediately shook his head. "Vulgar stuff! Vulgar stuff! These are props from the immortal world, not just ordinary ink paintings. Fifty taels is the price I'm asking because I see we have a connection today! If I sold them anywhere else, I'd sell them for five hundred taels!"

"Yo yo yo, here comes the braggart again."

"You still dare to sell it for five hundred taels? Even if the painting has Master Yan Chuan's signature, it can't be sold for that price!"

The sighs from the crowd continued, but the old man was not convinced and immediately took out a shadow stone: "What I'm selling is the scene of Yan Chuan's training in Xianyun Sect!"

As he spoke, the old man placed the shadow stone on the table. He raised his hand and flicked it. The shadow stone suddenly lit up, and a soft light curtain unfolded in the air, reflecting a clear picture.

In the image, a young Yan Chuan sweats profusely as he practices swordplay. His figure stands tall and straight, like a pine tree, the blade of his sword slicing through the air with a crisp, wind-breaking sound. Sweat streams down his cheeks, dripping from his smooth jawline...

The people in the hall stared with wide eyes. Some blushed, others' eyes were filled with fascination and excitement. Screams rose one after another: "I want it! Sell me! Sell me!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, enough is enough, enough is enough!"

As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from under the table and shook it gently. A pile of shadow stones poured out and formed a small hill on the table.

A man immediately grabbed one and said, "I want it! I want to watch Lord Yan Chuan's diligent sword training day and night to motivate myself!"

"I want one too, I want one too!" A pregnant woman grabbed one and said, "I hope to watch over you day and night, so that I can give birth to a child like Master Yan Chuan!"

In an instant, the fifty-liang shadow stones were being snatched up, and the entire restaurant was in an uproar. The old man's bag was soon filled with silver, heavy and making a crisp clinking sound.

"Got it."

The old man walked out with the silver. When he came to an empty alley, he pulled off his mask and wig.