【The Divine Eagle Empire】(Volume 5, Chapter 2)

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Volume Five, Chapter Two: The Lord of Fengcheng

Zhao the Storyteller was a storyteller in a small teahouse south of Yangtou Town. He was eloquent and made a living by storytelling.

He would sit in a corner of the teahouse, a small tray in front of him, tap his wooden clapper, and begin his

captivating tales.

After each story, Zhao the Storyteller wouldn't ask for money; he accepted whatever was given, and if no one gave him any,

he wouldn't complain. Perhaps this was the stubbornness of a scholar described in books.

Zhao the Storyteller's real name was Zhao Liangcai. Because he had become famous for storytelling in Yangtou Town, people gradually

forgot his real name and called him Zhao the Storyteller.

Legend has it that Zhao Liangcai was a learned and talented scholar who had even achieved

the highest rank in the imperial examinations in his youth. However, he offended high-ranking officials and nobles, not only losing his title but also nearly losing

his life. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and fled early.

It's said that Zhao Liangcai has traveled the world and is extremely knowledgeable about the geography of the Dragon Continent, as well as

the anecdotes of every country and dynasty—perhaps this is why he can tell such captivating

stories . Furthermore, it's rumored that Zhao Liangcai is knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, and can predict national fortunes by observing celestial phenomena.

Whether this is true or not, few know. In any case, Zhao Liangcai has always stayed in Yangtou Town telling stories,

and he dares not stray far from the town, rumored to be afraid of his enemies discovering his whereabouts.

When Wu Tianjiao arrived at Zhao Liangcai's small teahouse, it was already packed with people.

Most of those listening to Zhao's stories were peddlers and laborers, who, during their leisure time after a hard day's work, would come here to have a cup of

tea and listen to Zhao's captivating tales, thus relaxing and

relieving much of the day's fatigue.

The teahouse owner, of course, welcomed Zhao Liangcai's storytelling; Zhao's performances had

greatly boosted his business, so he provided Zhao with tea and water free of charge.

Today, Zhao the storyteller was telling the story of Zhang Wang's adventure. It had been many

years When he was young, he often came to the teahouse to listen to stories. Now, he quickly found

a stool and squeezed in with everyone to listen to Zhao the storyteller.

Zhao the storyteller's tale was indeed captivating; the dramatic plot twists were gripping, keeping everyone

engrossed and making them lose track of time.

Zhao the storyteller not only spoke but also frequently gestured, each movement perfectly timed

, further enthralling the audience.

After what seemed like an eternity, Zhao the storyteller finally finished, and the audience gradually dispersed.

Zhao the storyteller packed up his tray, preparing to head home. One listener remained in the teahouse

: Wu Tianjiao. At this moment, he grinned and leaned over, saying, "Zhao the storyteller, it's been a long time!"

He spoke without any politeness and sat down beside Zhao the storyteller.

Zhao the storyteller paused slightly, staring at Wu Tianjiao for a while before recognizing him. He couldn't help but smile and say,

"Oh, it's you! Didn't you go to the capital? Why are you back now?"

Wu Tianjiao used to listen to Zhao the storyteller's tales all day long whenever he came to the teahouse, and over time, they had become

acquainted.

Wu Tianjiao patted his shoulder and said with a grin, "Come, come, sit down. I have something to

discuss ." Without waiting for his agreement, he forcefully pushed him into a seat.

Zhao the storyteller had no choice but to sit down; he wanted to see what Wu Tianjiao wanted.

Wu Tianjiao ordered tea from the owner, acting as if this were his home.

Unconsciously , Wu Tianjiao's unintentional actions revealed a magnanimity and a certain domineering air, as if these things

were perfectly natural to him, and everyone else should do as he pleased.

After sizing up Zhao the storyteller, Wu Tianjiao chuckled and said, "Hehe, Zhao the storyteller, I've

admired your talent since I was a child, so I've come today to become your apprentice."

Become an apprentice? Zhao the storyteller's nerves tightened. He

knew the saying "too much politeness is a trap," and he wasn't new to the business. He smiled and said, "You're joking. How could I be a teacher?" He couldn't immediately

guess Wu Tianjiao's intentions.

Wu Tianjiao wasn't the type to beat around the bush, nor did he want to waste words. He smiled and said, "I'm telling

the truth . I'd like to invite you to Fengcheng to teach the children there to read and write. Although Fengcheng is just a small city,

it's much bigger than Yangtou Town. I imagine the children there also want to learn to read and write. After much thought, I think you're

the most suitable person for the job, so I'd like to invite you to be my teacher. You can just focus on teaching; there are plenty of children in Fengcheng,

and there will be more children when they grow up. Of course, the salary will be the same as other teachers. This is a deposit; please consider it."

Unconsciously, Wu Tianjiao displayed composure, decisiveness, and efficiency in his actions, and his speech also demonstrated a certain

level of sophistication. Among all these, Xiao Yunhua deserves the greatest credit. To a certain extent, Xiao Yunhua

helped him understand how to use wisdom.

Zhao, the storyteller, glanced at the gold coins on the table and was stunned. He looked at Wu Tianjiao with a puzzled expression and said

, "You're inviting me to Fengcheng? Can you make decisions about Fengcheng?"

"Of course!" Wu Tianjiao chuckled. "If I couldn't, why would I invite you? To be honest, I

am now the lord of Fengcheng, and the entire city is under my control!"

Haha... Hearing this, Zhao, the storyteller, couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard he was

almost out of breath, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"What are you laughing at?" Wu Tianjiao said, displeased. "Is it that funny?"

"Of...it..." Zhao the storyteller finally stopped laughing after a long while, looking at Wu Tianjiao and saying, "I say, little guy,

don't make fun of me, okay? You've been away for a few years, and you've come back to brag and talk big. You govern Fengcheng, do you even know

what kind of place Fengcheng is? Is it a place you can govern? Don't think you're the lord of Fengcheng just because you pull out a bag of gold coins,

haha! It seems you've made a fortune these past few years, throwing around a bag of gold coins like that. But

I would be impolite to accept such a gift. You should take it back. I'd rather stay here and tell stories than go to Fengcheng to die. I want to live a few more years! You should find

someone else !"

"What? You don't believe me? You don't believe I'm the lord of Fengcheng?" Wu Tianjiao couldn't help but glare at him and said,

"Zhao the storyteller, do you know who I, Wu Tianjiao, am? You should go out and ask around. My current status..."

My status is extraordinary. I really am the Lord of Fengcheng. If you don't believe me, go to the capital and ask around. If I stomp my foot, the entire

capital will tremble! "

Forget it!" Zhao Shuoshu waved his hand dismissively. "Don't brag about

how . Even if what you say is true, so what? Fengcheng is still the capital. Take your gold coins back. I

'm not going to Fengcheng."

"Why is that?" Wu Tianjiao frowned. "Do you intend to spend your whole life telling stories here? To die

here ?"

"Dying here is better than needlessly going to die!" Zhao Shuoshu said calmly. "If you said you were

the head of Hanhai County, I might believe you, but to say you're the lord of Fengcheng is a huge joke!"

Wu Tianjiao became more and more confused. He asked blankly, "What? Is the head of Hanhai County not as good as the lord

of a small Fengcheng?"

Zhao Shuoshu chuckled. "Little fellow, are you really unaware or pretending?

Everyone here knows what Fengcheng is. The previous lords sent to Fengcheng by the court died for no reason. You can't be unaware of that, can you?"

Oh! Wu Tianjiao understood somewhat and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "You think I'll

die a violent death like the previous Fengcheng city lords? Haha, Zhao Shushu, you're overthinking it. Since I say I'm the Fengcheng lord, I really am.

I won't die young like the previous city lords. I'm blessed with good fortune and will live to be a hundred years old. No one

can kill me!"

Zhao Shushu clearly didn't believe him and chuckled, "Little fellow, it seems you really think highly of yourself. Empty words are no proof.

Since you say you're the Fengcheng lord, then show me your official seal and appointment document."

"This..." Wu Tianjiao was troubled. He hadn't been to Fengcheng, so of course he didn't have an official seal.

The appointment had already been taken to Fengcheng by his wives.

Seeing that he couldn't produce any solid evidence, Zhao the storyteller got up to leave. Wu Tianjiao, seeing this, panicked, his eyes darting around, and

laughed heartily, "Zhao the storyteller, I know what you're thinking. How about this: you wait for news in Yangtou Town. After I've

pacified Fengcheng and everything is settled, you can go to Fengcheng then, how about that?"

"This…" Zhao the storyteller, seeing his earnestness, didn't seem to be lying, and for a moment didn't know what to do.

Should he agree or not? For him, this was a new choice; would it lead him down a different path

? He had some deep thoughts and concerns.

Storytelling here wouldn't earn him much money. His greatest wish in life was to display his talent.

Storytelling wasn't his original intention, and although teaching was far from his ambition, it was still better than storytelling. Zhao

the storyteller couldn't help but ponder deeply.

Wu Tianjiao stood up with a grin, patted his shoulder, and said, "Then think it over and

wait for news here. Fengcheng isn't far from here; news from Fengcheng will arrive soon. When

you've made up your mind, come find me in Fengcheng. I'll cover all your food and lodging." With that, he left without taking back the bag of

gold coins .

Wu Tianjiao was no longer the Wu Tianjiao of the past, but a completely new Wu Tianjiao.

His act of not taking back the gold coins alone demonstrated that he had begun to use wisdom to see things. Not taking back

the gold coins was, firstly, an implication, and secondly, making it difficult for Zhao Shushu to refuse.

Although this was just a small act of cleverness,

far Wu Tianjiao had already begun to change. As long as he worked hard, that title of "Holy Emperor" was

not far away.

Leaving Yangtou Town, Wu Tianjiao arrived at a dilapidated wooden house on the outskirts. This was

where he and his mother, Zhao Xianxian, lived. Four years had passed, and everything had changed. The house was covered in dust and cobwebs, clearly

uninhabited .

"I'm home!" Seeing the familiar scene, Wu Tianjiao's eyes welled up with tears.

Though the house was dilapidated, it was still his home. Compared to the luxurious Jin Yang Prince's Mansion in the capital, this place felt

warmer and more welcoming.

Soon, Wu Tianjiao reached the back of the house and came to a weed-covered hillside. A grave on the hillside

was overgrown with grass, but the tombstone was still clearly visible, inscribed: "Tomb of my deceased mother, Zhao Xianxian." Below:

"Erected by my unfilial son, Wu Tianjiao."

Gently touching the tombstone, a wave

of warmth flowed into his heart. Looking at the overgrown grave, Wu Tianjiao felt as if he were seeing his own mother, his heart filled with tenderness.

After a long while, Wu Tianjiao sighed softly, first clearing the grass from the grave, then burning incense and

offerings.

Wu Tianjiao knelt down, silently praying for his mother. At this moment, he seemed to have changed

a great deal . Or rather, he had grown up and was no longer a child.

Even in his appearance, Wu Tianjiao had undergone a significant transformation. The lines of his face were no longer as childish as before

; now they held a resolute, unyielding, and eternally wild quality.

His eyes possessed a greater allure, no longer the innocent gaze of the past, but revealing a hint of wicked charm—

a mark left by the trials and tribulations he had endured. This wicked charm added considerable allure to his entire being, making

him even more captivating than before.

His unruly hair flew in the wind, subtly exuding an aura of dominance—

a manifestation of his increasingly profound mastery of the Dragon Elephant Divine Skill. In Yangtou Town, Wu Tianjiao was already a lawless individual; now, possessing unparalleled divine

skills and a noble status, he naturally possessed an air of looking down upon the world and surveying all things, subtly shaping his domineering presence.

Coupled with the bulging muscles and muscular physique beneath his clothes, it all accentuated his presence.

If Wu Tianjiao were to walk down the street now, he would undoubtedly attract attention, unlike before when he

was ignored.

Wu Tianjiao's wild and untamed nature remained unchanged, but his heart had become more refined and

enlightened no longer acted solely on instinct. Now, he used his mind and

wisdom to consider things.

The deaths of Hu Liniang and the demon had undoubtedly dealt him a heavy blow, causing a significant shift in his inner world

.

"Mother, your son is back. I will come to visit you often in the future. If I have the chance, I will definitely make sure your tomb is

the best it can be!" Wu Tianjiao silently told his mother in his heart.

After kowtowing three times and kneeling there for a while, Wu Tianjiao reluctantly returned home.

When Zhao Xianxian passed away, he came to the grave almost every day to mourn her. Now, four years had passed without him coming,

and . Seeing his mother's grave was like seeing his own mother. In the

past, whenever he suffered hardship or pain, he would run to his mother's grave, secretly shedding tears, weeping like a child

crying to his mother. Unconsciously, this place was also a home for him, a home where his mother remained.

The wind blew, carrying a deep chill. Wu Tianjiao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, gathered his things,

and left.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching them, watching this child who had grown up.

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