With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

In the blink of an eye, Li Che had been staying in Chang'an for two days.

The ancient capital of thirteen dynasties boasts a long history and a vast city.

Ancient sites, bustling temple fairs, and delicious street food all inspire his admiration.

Li Che even wondered if, in his previous life, he hadn't perished on Mount Hua but instead lived in Chang'an, and instead transmigrated to the prosperous Tang or Qin-Han dynasties, perhaps that wouldn't be so bad...

West Street is the most bustling commercial area in the city, lined with shops and bustling with traffic.

The City God Temple was bustling with worshippers and crowds. In the open space in front of the temple, snacks, acrobatics, fortune telling, and other businesses were all thriving.

Li Che put half a piece of steamed rice cake into his mouth. The sweet aroma of glutinous rice, jujubes, and red beans blended together and slowly spread in his mouth. Delicious, inexpensive, and naturally pollution-free.

He already knew about Huo Shiyu's joining Mount Hua, and thought to himself that Old Huo was actually a doting father to his daughter. Why was he so worried about traveling such a long distance?

As Li Che strolled aimlessly through the streets, contemplating his journey back to Mount Hua the next morning, he suddenly heard his own name called.

"Now, let's talk about Li Che, the young hero, a disciple of the Huashan Sect's leader Yue. Although he is young, his swift swordsmanship is renowned in Shaanxi and Guanzhong. The speed of his sword strikes is truly like a thunderclap and lightning."

“Pah!”

The gavel struck, drawing everyone's attention. The storyteller in the teahouse, with his eloquent voice, began to speak: "On this day, Young Hero Li, following his master's orders, descended the mountain to vanquish the demon..."

Li Che was stunned for a moment before moving closer. The teahouse was packed with people, and he had no choice but to lean against the door and listen quietly for a full quarter of an hour before the story of "The Swordsman of Mount Hua Slaying Demons" was finally finished.

The audience cheered loudly and showered the storyteller with tips, while Li Che looked completely bewildered.

"Is this about me? What is Sanhua Ferry? When did I defeat the enemy and slay nearly a hundred demons there with a single sword strike?"

Aside from his handsome face, extraordinary courage, and unparalleled wisdom... what single word about him has anything to do with me?!

Weird!

Li Che waited quietly by his side, and the storyteller told two more stories before getting up and leaving near noon.

Li Che then followed closely behind. The man's steps were unsteady and his gait was shaky, so he probably didn't know martial arts.

He bypassed two alleys and headed straight for Anleju on the side street.

Upon reaching the second floor, after a few knocks on the door, we entered the upper room in the northeast corner.

"How is it?" a muffled voice asked from inside the room.

"I've slightly polished the two gentlemen's passages, and the effect is excellent. However, this one passage alone leaves one wanting more. I wonder if there are any further arrangements?"

Then another person chimed in:

"Don't rush, don't rush, it's being compiled, no, it's being written. We won't take a penny of the money you earn. You just need to say a passage every day at noon when there are the most people, and it's best if you don't repeat it every day."

Oh dear, look at my brain. You're a storyteller, so just stuff in the good words and phrases. Anyway, the key point is that Young Master Li of Mount Hua is righteous, has profound swordsmanship, and is full of chivalrous spirit!

The rest... are up to you.

"This..." The storyteller looked troubled and said cautiously, "This old man from the Huashan Sect can't afford to offend them. If it's a true story from the martial world, then promoting the prestige of Huashan is fine, but isn't making things up... a bit too much?"

Before the words were even finished, the first person to speak said angrily, "You old man, just say what you're told. The Huashan Sect has such a great reputation, would they stoop to your level?"

Hurry up, hurry up, we'll come back later to pick up the manuscript.

After the person left, the two people in the room both smiled.

"Old man, have you finally figured something out? Your mind is getting sharper and sharper."

"Bullshit, my brain is always sharp! Let's spread the story around the streets near Mount Hua first. If... there's no rebuke, then it means we're on the right track. Then we can let friends from all over the world spread the word."

Hey, what a load of rubbish! From now on, I'll change my name to "Planner with Skill," meaning I'll always have a plan!

"high!"

"Yes, it's definitely high!"

"Huh? Who?!"

The two men, who had just been laughing and joking, suddenly changed their expressions and turned to look at the window.

Before anyone knew it, Li Che had climbed in through the window, leaning against the railing with his sword at his side. He gave the two men a meaningful look, "Isn't fishing and shrimp-catching in the Yellow River good enough? What, are you tired of being called the Yellow River Ancestor and want to be the Guanzhong Ancestor now?"

The two exchanged a glance, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

A moment later...

"Oh, Young Master Li, what a coincidence! If we had known you were in Chang'an, we would have gone to pay our respects early this morning. We wouldn't have troubled you like this..."

Zu Qianqiu smiled broadly, and the old man nodded hurriedly.

Li Che ignored him completely, went straight to the table, glanced at the Xuan paper covered by his hands, and said, "Paper or your life?"

"I wouldn't dare—it's just graffiti, I'm afraid it might offend your eyes, so..."

"Zzzzt—!"

"Please give your opinion, young hero!"

The old man knows how to seize the moment.

Li Che took it and glanced at it twice, then suddenly felt a pang of toothache.

Truth and falsehood intertwine; the Twin Serpent Beggar is transformed into the Twin Dragon Divine Beggar; the title of the Twin Bears of the Northern Desert remains unchanged, yet they have become the number one expert in the Northern Desert; and there are countless other instances of them fighting against numerous experts from the unorthodox path, repelling their enemies with a single sword strike.

I didn't realize that this drunkard actually had such a good penmanship.

Without a doubt, it must have been Miss Ren's scheme.

So, by going out once, he offended two groups of people: the Left Alliance Leader in a physical fight, and the Holy Maiden in a verbal fight.

Instead of focusing on playing the zither and reading the Six Secret Teachings in the bamboo hut, are you trying to use flattery to kill someone?!

However, the Yellow River Ancestor exchanged a glance with the other person, but had a different thought in mind: "Judging from this, Young Hero Li is very unhappy. We have not misunderstood each other."

Alas~ Saintess is still young and inexperienced in matters of the heart, unable to fathom the mind of men, her good intentions have only offended her beloved.

Oh no, this is bad!

If the Holy Maiden gets angry, won't it be us, the ones who did the work, who suffer?!

Feeling that his wisdom had increased significantly today, the old man cleared his throat and spoke first: "Young Master Li, actually..."

"Little Duan'er's writing is pretty good!"

"what?"

The two breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then Li Che said, "But there's still one crucial part missing!"

"You tell me, I'll remember!"

In an instant, Zu Qianqiu had jumped onto the bench and picked up a pen.

"It is said that on his way back, Li was ambushed by demonic cult members. Fortunately, he was saved by a senior master, but he suffered severe internal injuries and will probably not be able to wield a sword for two or three months!"

"Is Young Master Li truly suffering from internal injuries?"

Li Che glanced at him sideways, "Of course, you can try if you don't believe me."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare~ However, if the Holy Maiden knew, I'm afraid..."

Zu Qianqiu wanted to say that the Holy Maiden might be worried, but before he could speak, Li Che pointed at the old man and said coldly, "Go back and tell that guy surnamed Ren that if he dares to cause any more trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"This... young hero, the Holy Maiden is also..."

"Just as Li said, anyone who dares to utter a single word of dissent will bear the consequences!"

The Yellow River Ancestor fell silent, thinking: "As expected, the Holy Maiden appears somewhat humble before Young Hero Li..."

"Keep making things up, little Duan. The Five Mountains Sword Sects are all of one mind. What kind of logic is it to say that Li is the only one among them? The Thirteen Protectors of Songshan Sect, the First Disciple of the Left Alliance Leader, Senior Brother Shi, Shaolin, Wudang, etc., which one doesn't have martial arts masters?"

How could Li possibly claim all the credit?!

This time, the Yellow River Ancestor only nodded subconsciously, and the words "Holy Maiden" seemed to have lost their awe-inspiring power.

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