Starry Sky Railway: Starting with a furious outburst at Aha

"...I'm just an old pervert, so what if I'm exposed?"

Zhou Yuan looked at Walter: "Then I'll trouble Uncle Yang to take care of them."

“Zhou Yuan, you… the Immortal Ship is a mixed bag, you must be careful.” Val nodded.

He knew Zhou Yuan's fighting strength from everyone's descriptions, so he did not stop him and let Zhou Yuan leave alone.

Walking on the streets of the Star Chariot Sea Central Hub, Zhou Yuan felt as if he had returned to Earth.

Beneath his feet were large blue bricks, and above him stood an antique building with black tiles and steep, sky-reaching eaves, which brought tears to Zhou Yuan's eyes.

It would be even better if there weren't any starships speeding by all the time.

Zhou Yuan casually found a railing and leaned against it, gazing into the distance. As far as the eye could see, there were patches of sea of ​​clouds.

As the clouds drifted by, he sorted out his thoughts.

"The primary goal now is to improve combat power. We're not in a hurry for Pure Beauty's power; we can farm it anytime. But what about the storage and protection?"

Zhou Yuan gave himself the middle finger.

After Kripper glanced at him, a pattern of destiny protection appeared on the middle finger of his right hand.

Is this a Commander-level being? Or a Fate Walker?

Through it, Zhou Yuan could freely take out or store the Creator's Spear, but other than that, Zhou Yuan didn't understand anything.

There's no way to talk about improving the power of preservation.

He wasn't a local from the Immortal Ship, so the hunters wouldn't easily pay him any attention. If he wanted to improve his strength, he would have to seek out the Abundant Blessing first.

The plan to take a bite out of the Jianmu tree failed because Danheng had not yet divided the sea. The only thing Zhou Yuan could think of was the Cloud-Eating Dew-Received Pill, which was secretly made by the Medicine King.

To avoid being mistaken for a secret medicine king and easily defeated by the Cloud Cavalry, Zhou Yuan could only obtain the Cloud Dew Pill through legitimate channels—after Deng Xing obtained the pill, he would then ask her for it.

"I've got nothing to do." Zhou Yuan glanced around at the passing vendors, and an idea popped into his head: "Make money!"

Having emerged from the Black Tower penniless, Zhou Yuan couldn't keep shamelessly using other people's money. If he wanted to eat and drink well on the Immortal Ship, he had to earn it himself.

So how do we earn that money?

Zhou Yuan looked at the "Never-Night Marquis" in the distance, and already had a plan in mind.

"Boss, do you take temporary workers here?" Zhou Yuan walked up decisively.

The owner of "Never-Night Marquis" is a fox-girl named Mengming. She looks young, but her actual age is unknown, perhaps much older than Zhou Yuan.

"What are you doing here?" Mengming asked.

"Storyteller, boss, I'll tell a story."

If we're talking about what Zhou Yuan is best suited to monetize, then it's things from Earth.

"You look too young," Mengming said in a condescending tone. "You lack social experience; what brilliant works can you possibly come up with? Just so you know, I don't accept works without copyright here."

"Boss, don't underestimate a young man's potential." Zhou Yuan didn't care at all, using his extraordinary staircase and expanding his domain. "How will you know if you don't let me try?"

Damn it, don't underestimate the bond I have with Earthlings!

"Alright then, I'll give you a chance," Mengming was infected by Zhou Yuan's confidence, glanced at him a few more times, and then waved to the storyteller on the side.

"Come, sir, come down and let this lad go up and try."

She walked over and bowed to the onlookers:

"Ladies and gentlemen, a storyteller has come to the Marquis of Nevernight today. I would like to invite him to give it a try. I hope you will be understanding. As an apology, tea will be served free of charge for this performance."

As she spoke, Mengming reached out her hand towards the stage: "Come on."

Zhou Yuan, with his short, unruly hair, strode onto the stage, his imposing presence overwhelming the entire audience. Although many people were dissatisfied, not one dared to voice their doubts.

The history of the Immortal Ship originated from an emperor who craved immortality. Under the influence of historical education and the aura of the extraordinary staircase, they seemed to truly see an emperor climbing the steps.

Facing the gazes of the crowd without fear, Zhou Yuan slowly began to speak: "It is said that the world, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of unity, tends to divide..."

"...At that time, there were three brothers in Julu County: Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao..."

Zhou Yuan's tone was calm, unlike the passion of a storyteller; it sounded more like he was reciting a text. However, after a brief moment of confusion, the audience was completely absorbed, and even the original storyteller was stunned.

"...Zhang Fei was furious and was about to draw his sword and enter the tent to kill Dong Zhuo... But what will become of Dong Zhuo's life? Let's find out in the next chapter!"

After finishing his speech, Zhou Yuan thanked everyone and looked at the owner of the Never-Night Boss, only to find her also lost in thought.

"Great! This young man is absolutely right!" Cheers began to come from below.

Zhou Yuan looked over and saw a red-haired, golden-eyed girl in a juggling outfit slapping the table and laughing loudly.

"Gui Naifen, when did you arrive?"

“That’s true,” one onlooker nodded in agreement. “He doesn’t sound like a storyteller, but rather like he’s reminiscing about the past… Brother, are you really talking about your past?”

Who are you inside?

Zhou Yuan shook his head with a smile. In fact, he had no talent for storytelling at all; he was just reciting his lessons.

However, he couldn't resist the fact that he was using the Extraordinary Ladder throughout his recitation. Under its influence, everyone in the room felt that Zhou Yuan was talking about his personal experiences, and they easily became immersed in the story.

“The story is purely fictional, and any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental,” Zhou Yuan said. “I am just an ordinary person who wants to make some spare money, not an emperor.”

"Haha, there was that general in a fantasy play who wouldn't admit it, I remember it clearly." Someone joked with a laugh, "What was it called again? 'Jingyuan Goes South of the Yangtze River'!"

“Well, you’re absolutely right! I’ll definitely give you some!” With that, the man pulled out three darts.

Zhou Yuan went to great lengths for these rewards, so he immediately took off his hat and used it as a container to receive Xun Di.

The crowd surged forward, and soon Zhou Yuan's top hat was filled to the brim with arrows and credits.

"That's enough, thank you all for your kindness!" Zhou Yuan began to refuse.

Don't bite off more than you can chew. If you take too much at once, you're not only likely to offend your competitors, but you might also embarrass yourself.

More importantly, he doesn't remember the rest of the story clearly!

You took so much money and you still dare to stop updating? Have you no shame?

Therefore, Zhou Yuan only planned to earn his first sum of money through storytelling, and then find other ways to make up the rest.

Entering "The Unending Marquis" with the intention of giving a reward, Mengming calculated and transferred 180,000 credit points to Zhou Yuan's card.

"When would you like to start your next match, young man?" she asked with a smile.

After this storytelling session, she fully realized Zhou Yuan's potential.

Just as Zhou Yuan was thinking about how to escape, a figure walked in.

She reached out and handed Zhou Yuan a bank card, saying:

"Hey handsome, interested in doing a live stream with me?"