Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Heavenly King Realm, controlling elements, in the Three Realms, undoubtedly a first-class existence, holding both civil and military power, a piece of cake.

But here in the Storytelling Manor, they’re just gatekeepers?

It’s astonishing.

"They are guards, but they are specially invited guards." The old storyteller explained: "Don’t view them as mere servants. After all, they are still of the Heavenly King Realm."

Wu Tian nodded along with the others, Zhou Butong also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the continent was prosperous, but he feared encountering a situation where "Heavenly Kings are as common as dogs," which would crush his confidence.

Under the guidance of the old storyteller, Wu Tian and the others entered the City Lord’s Mansion.

"Who wants to know what the Undead Martial Sovereign is doing now? If you want to know, each person must pay me ten taels of gold."

"Will the Living Empress likely live or die? If you want to know, it’s twenty taels of gold."

"For thirty taels of gold, I can tell you the gender of the Wutian Celestial Emperor."

...Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, a crowd gathered, including many storytellers trying to earn money.

"If you want to know what everyone else knows, it’s basically free, but to know some secrets, you always have to pay some gold." The old storyteller continued explaining to the noisy crowd in front of him.

"Are you storytellers the most profitable profession in All Heavens?" Wu Tian smiled.

Casually revealing a secret, with no one knowing if it’s true or not, earns gold.

This income is faster than that of mainstream professions like Array Masters and Alchemists.

Storytellers can easily become wealthy.

"Young Master Wu Tian," the old storyteller thought of something and said, "Since you’ve come here, you must also want to know something. You can tell me, as I am familiar with the storytellers here, finding out some news will also be cheaper."

Wu Tian nodded, thinking this must be the so-called privilege. For example, people familiar with Alchemists would seek them out,

and Alchemists would prioritize making pills for them.

In this world, there is always inequality, always various privileges. This situation will never change, even after many years.

True equality?

It’s fundamentally impossible.

"Young Master Wu Tian, if you want to know some big secrets, then please follow me."

Under the lead of the old storyteller, Wu Tian and the others reached the door of a study, where a long queue awaited, each person wanting to know some secrets, but they weren’t as open as Wu Tian, each wearing masks or cloaks.

Among them was a young man wanting to know his sister-in-law’s secrets.

There was an sect elder wanting to know their sect master’s secrets,

there were ministers wanting to know what poison could be fed to their monarch.

In the lead of the old storyteller, Wu Tian and his group were given priority to enter the study,

Inside the study, there were two storytellers,

"Strange, you’ve returned? Where’s my nephew?" One of the storytellers, the Controller of this Storytelling Manor, who resembled the old storyteller, questioned from a height,

He was larger than the average storyteller.

His eyes widened, containing a powerful aura, unexpectedly of the Fifth Rank Heavenly King Realm, with the steel element under his command, making the air noticeably heavier.

"Young Master Wu Tian, do not speak recklessly. Know that every Storytelling Manor has a battle book." A young female storyteller softly reminded Wu Tian, fearing he might get into a dispute with the Controller here,

"Battle book?" Wu Tian didn’t understand what that was.

He couldn’t help it, for the organization of storytellers was something that emerged after he left the Immortal Emperor Realm for Wutian Celestial Emperor.

The young female storyteller began to softly introduce it.

The battle book, a book containing battle power within it.

Every Storytelling Manor has a battle book, the stronger the cultural atmosphere of the Storytelling Manor, the greater the power of the battle book,

If kingdoms have sacrificial spirits for protection,

then the battle book protects the Storytelling Manor.

"If he knew that Bing 2027 died by your hand, he would surely..." The young female storyteller’s reminder was interrupted by the Controller.

"Hey, what are you whispering about? Words should be spoken openly to people, shouldn’t they?" The Controller chuckled and thought of something, frowning slightly: "My nephew wouldn’t have encountered any trouble, would he?"

His voice was laced with worry and dread.

Those unaware might think Bing 2027,

was his son.

It made Wu Tian scrutinize the appearance of the Storytelling Manor’s Controller,

and he saw something in it, sneering disdainfully.

"Why aren’t you speaking? Quickly, tell me, what happened to my nephew? My elder brother unfortunately died due to illness. On his deathbed, he entrusted his nephew to me, how could I not worry about his matters? Quickly, speak, what happened to him?" Seeing the old storyteller and young female storyteller hesitating, the Controller grew anxious, veins protruding on his forehead.

"He’s fine, just attending to some matters in the Three Realms, so he’s returning late." The old storyteller said.

The three of them had gone to the Three Realms to collect payments.

There are storytellers in the Three Realms as well, who have to hand over seventy percent of their annual income to the Storytelling Manor.

The young female storyteller thought about the deeds of the white-robed storyteller in the Three Realms, "He set his sights on quite a few girls there."

"Is that so?" The Controller, aware of the white-robed storyteller’s nature, squinted his eyes: "Then why didn’t you wait for him?"

"Wait?"

The old storyteller and young female storyteller had unfriendly expressions upon hearing this, suggesting they were of the same level as the white-robed storyteller, not servants, so why should they wait?

"My nephew has a marriage agreement with the young lady from the Su Family. If anything happened to him, the Su Family is the overlord of this area. If they get angry, the storytellers in this area wouldn’t have it easy." The Controller coldly stated.

The old storyteller and young female storyteller let out a snort.

Wu Tian shook his head, he could tell that the white-robed storyteller was the Controller’s own son,

as for his elder brother? He was killed,

not died of disease.

"Look, it’s Miss Su Miaoyun."

"She’s here, she’s holding a book in her hand and reading it. So beautiful, the way she reads is mesmerizing."

"The book is about sedative drugs. Miss Su Miaoyun is so knowledgeable."

And at this moment, a stir echoed from outside the study,

and then a graceful figure slowly walked in.

She wore a luxurious outfit, yet exposed much of her skin, her eyes like lightning, entrancing those who looked at her.

"Eighth Rank Heavenly King Realm." Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed,

but what caught his attention wasn’t her cultivation level.

It was her arrival, Wu Tian noticed a disturbance in the Investiture of the Gods within the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House.

Name: Su Miaoyun,

Name in a previous life: Daji.

Suitable Divine Skills: Nine-Tailed Fox True Form,

Character history: "Once, under Nuwa’s destiny, she bewitched King Zhou..."