Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"Listen to what this child is saying." The storyteller in white seized the opportunity to unleash his goods, shouting: "How can the child speak so erratically? That’s the adults’ responsibility, these adults..."

Before the words were finished,

"Slap" Wu Tian feigned a hand clap and rewarded the storyteller in white with a slap,

"Some things can’t be said recklessly, otherwise it can be fatal." Wu Tian said,

The storyteller in white gritted his teeth, but could only endure it. How did Wu Tian make a move? He couldn’t see it at all just now,

he couldn’t help but be wary of Wu Tian, suppressing his hatred in his heart.

The old storyteller and the young female storyteller exchanged a glance and sighed, not saying anything about Wu Tian either,

after all, the little guy is very cute, and children speak innocently, one shouldn’t get angry at a child.

In their view, it’s not solely Wu Tian’s fault.

The wooden boat glided towards the mainland, Wu Tian and others quietly sitting on the wooden deck, vaguely led by Wu Tian,

The sea was vast and the scenery was delightful. Qin Yuhan, the little guy, and others were all admiring the scenery, but Wu Tian seemed unimpressed by it,

making the old and young storytellers extremely curious about Wu Tian.

The old storyteller couldn’t help but smile and said, "Young man, your demeanor and behavior, at first glance, is not ordinary. Do you perhaps have a story?"

The old man was curious if Wu Tian himself had an extraordinary story?

When the old storyteller tells stories, he loves to tell strange and intriguing tales,

"Wu Tian."

"Wu Tian?" The old storyteller nodded, while the young female storyteller blinked, curiously saying: "Your name seems similar to that of the lord’s title."

The old storyteller nodded again, pondering for a moment, and then asked: "Young man, where are you headed this time?"

"Storytelling Manor!"

"What?" The young female storyteller was startled: "So are you planning to become an amateur storyteller?"

The benefits of being a storyteller are quite substantial. There are free storytellers and paid ones; to hear a storyteller speak, one must spend some Silver Tael.

Among storytellers, some reveal secrets, some talk about Martial Path knowledge, and of course, some tell stories.

Some storytellers earn a word for daughter,

and there are storytellers whose story titles alone can garner thousands in rewards before the story is even told.

Wu Tian shook his head: "I know enough stories already, but to be a storyteller? I’m not interested in that."

Knows enough stories?

These words made the old and young storytellers slightly startled.

And the storyteller in white burst into laughter: "Knows enough stories? I originally didn’t want to speak, but your words are truly a joke, hahaha..."

He seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, his face full of disdain!

"The Immortal Emperor’s stories can’t be told recklessly, and some strong ones’ stories too can’t be said randomly. So storytellers must balance fiction and reality, which requires personal composition."

"The stories you know? Everyone probably knows them?"

"Your tone is too boastful." His words were sarcastic but factual, and the old and young storytellers nodded in agreement,

a new story often requires a person days of thought.

The storyteller in white felt it was time to boast.

Confidently, he declared: "I, ah, aim to become a storyteller of stories."

"I believe I will become a literary master."

"My stories will be popular worldwide."

He often frequents tea houses and brothels, having heard many stories and added his own adaptations, he is very confident,

that his stories will be remembered by many people in the future.

Previously, when people made films and such,

they probably would seek him for scripts.

Wu Tian smiled and suddenly recited: "Amidst the world’s wind and clouds emerges our generation,

Entering Jianghu hastens the years,

Empires and achievements are all casual talk,

only defeated by a life of intoxication.

With a sword and steed to battle the rain,

White bones like mountains, birds startled to fly,

Earthly life flows like tides and human waters,

only lament the few returning from Jianghu."

"This is..." Upon hearing this, the three storytellers were shocked.

How could they, as storytellers, not know such words?

This defies common sense.

Si’er, Dao Feng, Miaoshan, Zhou Butong, and other people of the Immortal Emperor Realm had never heard these verses either and were equally shocked.

Only Qin Yuhan, the little guy, had a strange expression.

The little guy said: "Daddy, time to start pretending."

"Wonder which one will jump out of the grave in anger." Qin Yuhan sighed,

the little guy earnestly looked at Wu Tian and said: "Daddy, please begin your performance."

Wu Tian maintained a serious expression and said: "What I want to tell is... a novel."

"A novel?"

The storytellers looked at each other, and Si’er and others did not understand what the word ’novel’ meant.

The stories they know are mostly biographies.

Wu Tian slowly explained: "A novel focuses on character depiction and reflects societal life through a complete story plot and environment description as a literary genre. Character, plot, and environment are novel’s three elements. Plot generally includes beginning, development, climax, and conclusion, sometimes including prologue and epilogue. Environment includes natural and social environment. Novels are classified by length and content into long, medium, short, and micro novels..."

As Wu Tian explained, everyone finally understood,

The young female storyteller looked at Wu Tian with disbelief, asking: "Was this novel concept invented by you, sir?"

Wu Tian remained silent,

The young female storyteller took his silence as confirmation, looking at Wu Tian with immense admiration.

Qin Yuhan, the little guy: "..."

The little guy suddenly realized something, saying: "To become a great person, mother, I am still lacking a bit."

The small child, so serious in tone and earnestness, was very rare and left Qin Yuhan puzzled over what her daughter was missing?

The little guy said: "My thick skin doesn’t seem to match that of daddy. I must continue working on it."

"No, no, no." Qin Yuhan hurriedly protested: "In that aspect, do not strive."

If the little guy becomes thick-skinned in the future, Qin Yuhan feels she might cry.

"Novel? What exactly is it?" The old storyteller asked in confusion: "Compared to stories, how does it measure?"

Wu Tian smiled, seeing the vast sea, there’s still time to talk about novels, he thought for a moment, then said: "Well, let me tell you The Condor Trilogy."

The three storytellers, Si’er, Dao Feng, and others all looked annoyed, what is The Condor Trilogy?

Qin Yuhan, the little guy, rolled their eyes.

Wu Tian ignored them and continued: "This matter begins with the Northern Song, which was a country, and its country had a saying, ’North Qiao Feng, South Murong’, speaking of..."

To cut a long story short, yet even so, he left everyone bewildered.

As Wu Tian spoke of Yin Zhiping wanting to be a Dragon Knight, he was about to join Little Dragon Girl, except for the eye-rolling, helpless Qin Yuhan and the little guy, everyone else’s expressions were conflicted, eager to keep listening. But suddenly "Boom", the sea surface rippled, and unexpectedly a beast emerged, coming from the depths of the sea, with claws and teeth bared.