Li Chang'an transmigrates into a Xuanhuan world and becomes an errand disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
Others transmigrate with a System or an old master at their side. He gets nothing but a mouth. A natural chatterbox, he can talk faster than a sword, and three sentences are enough to anger the dead back to life or infuriate the living to death.
At the sect's assessment, while everyone else trains desperately, he tries reasoning with the demon beasts.
“Look, how about a deal? Don't eat me, and I'll tell you a story.”
Demon beast: ???
At the immortal sect tournament, while everyone else fights for their lives, he chats with his opponent onstage and somehow talks them into surrendering.
“Bro, your forehead looks dark. Today isn't a good day for a duel. Want me to tell your fortune first?”
Opponent: ...I surrender. Please stop talking.
While everyone else fights over treasures in the secret realm, he chats an ancient ferocious beast into becoming his mount.
“We're all civilized people. What's the point of fighting? Come on, sit down, have some tea, and let's talk about life.”
Ferocious beast: I've never met anyone so noisy... But somehow, he makes a few good points.
Just when everyone thinks Li Chang'an is nothing but a fast-talking good-for-nothing...
An ancient demon lord breaks free from its seal and sweeps across the eight directions. The immortal sects are on the brink of destruction.
Li Chang'an sighs and slowly draws the sword on his back.
“I wanted to treat you all like ordinary people, but all I got in return was distance. No more pretending. Here's the truth.”
One sword strike, and heaven and earth split apart.
Everyone cries out in terror: “W-who are you?”
Li Chang'an sheathes his sword and grins. “Just a sword cultivator who talks a bit too much.”
