Rong Dong was once just a humble storyteller among the teeming masses.
By chance, he transmigrated to a wuxia world brimming with spiritual energy.
Unfortunately, his constitution was poor and he was too old. He was destined to live an ordinary life.
He lamented that after two lifetimes in plain clothes, he was still full of fiery ambition but could never ride into battle with his blade in hand.
Then the Storyteller System dropped from the sky, offering every cultivation technique, weapon, and pill imaginable.
It drew the martial world’s denizens to come after him one after another.
But why do you all call me Bai Xiaosheng?
I'm really not Bai Xiaosheng, I'm just a storyteller!
This... I had an outline before I wrote it. It's too messy. Are you sure it's not the product of a sudden brain high?
The protagonist is everyone's sucker. The protagonist is timid and weak. Afraid of this or that. No skills at all. Always being played by others. Everyone takes advantage of him. He enjoys it without knowing it.
I can't understand the conversation and can't keep up with their brain waves.
Two children, one large and one small