The Storyteller of the Great Sui

The storyteller recounts the past, capturing divine dragons from beyond the ninth heaven.

Every book he tells brings one of its characters to his side as a guardian. Sounds unbeatable, right?

Li Zhen doesn't think so. Even a great hero's spear, powerful enough to turn rivers and seas upside down, can't fend off the three words: hunger, cold, and poverty. Having just transmigrated to the Great Sui dynasty, all he wants is to use his storytelling skills to make it through this freezing winter.

Storytelling is all about setting up a mystery. But as he spins his tales, he finds himself inexplicably becoming less and less popular. And as he keeps setting traps, he somehow ends up the greatest in the world.

Endless tales of grudges and strife across the martial world, lines of ink filled with the absurd words of scholars.

A thousand years of imperial ambition flow east, while carefree freedom remains hard to reach.

In dreams, I know not of the water that hates the heavens; tonight, the cold wakes me at the fifth watch.

The fool knows no way to immortality, so I'll tell stories, sing opera, recite my poems, and drink in peace~

“If some bull-nosed bastard tells stories and leaves his plot holes unfilled, the whole world may kill him! Hang his head above the city gate, and I shall drink three cups with him!”, Li Er

“The world has eight measures of talent, and the bull-nosed bastard takes a full measure for himself. The rest of the world is short by two measures...”, Fang Xuanling

“Do you think I wanted to be the sect leader? If I hadn't been able to break that bastard's Golden Light Spell no matter what, my grandson would be telling stories by now!”, A certain female sect leader