The Storyteller: My Sword Shakes the Land and Stuns the World

A sudden snowstorm swept across the summit of Qingyuan Mountain, where a storyteller in blue struck his one-foot-long clapper and shook the whole martial world. Ye Qingyun, a transmigrator, awakened the Astonishing Storytelling System, wielding words like a sword to uncover a thousand years of secrets hidden across the vast land of Shenzhou. When he declared, “The Divine Sword of Xiangyi ranks only fourth,” a hundred swords rang out in unison at Sigu Gate. When he judged that “Huang of Sword Nine at the top of Wudi City never fought at full strength,” the furious tides of the Eastern Sea refused to retreat for three days.

The world’s heroes gathered before the storytelling hall, and dragons and tigers lurked among the listeners. The armless Sword God beneath the Executioner’s Platform, the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal riding a donkey backward, the peerless Sword Saint whose reach extended one foot before him: he exposed the vital secrets behind each of these legends, hidden away for decades. Every secret he revealed brought golden light raining from the heavens to temper his body. With words that carried the authority of Heaven, Ye Qingyun ascended step by step, forging supreme sword intent between his lips and teeth.

“I thought Li Xiangyi was already the last of his kind.” Di Feisheng crushed the wine cup in his hand, his pupils trembling as he stared at the blue-robed figure on the storyteller’s platform. Ximen Chuixue knocked at the mountain gate for three days, seeking only to learn who was meant by “the Divine-Slaying Sword by the Great River.” When Ye Qingyun finally turned over the last surviving page of the Heavenly Weeping Sword Manual, a hundred thousand sword shadows appeared above the nine heavens. It turned out this storyteller had long ago refined the entire martial world into the tale he was telling.