Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

"??"

Zhongli and Paimon were utterly baffled, exchanging a glance before looking at each other in confusion.

It was worth noting that Zhongli, while walking the lands of Douluo Continent, hadn't changed his name, title, or any such details.

When the audience caught sight of the newcomer's face, they couldn't help but shudder.

Oh, goodness. Truly, this was something else.

They looked at Zhongli, then back at the storyteller.

"Is it you who understands the Lord Martial God better, or is it me?"

The person before them was none other than the Lord Martial God himself.

Everyone felt their minds shrink in disbelief, their faces twitching uncontrollably.

The storyteller had heard of Wang Chen and Zhongli's renown, but he had never seen Zhongli in person.

After arriving in Heaven Dou City, he spent days and nights gathering information about Zhongli, hoping to find useful details to weave into his stories.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was well-versed in the Lord Martial God's legacy.

What he didn't expect was to encounter such a situation.

This Lord Martial God truly had some free time, listening to stories written about himself.

"Greetings, Lord Martial God!"

When the crowd snapped back to their senses, they all bowed respectfully to Zhongli.

Most of the people present were either fans of Zhongli or deeply interested in him.

They, too, hadn't anticipated that the Lord Martial God himself would appear at the scene.

The storyteller froze again, his body trembling with dread.

He felt a chill creeping up from his soles to the back of his head.

He had actually argued with the real person over this issue?

Forget how awkward this was—what if Zhongli were displeased? With a mere flick of his hand, the storyteller might meet an untimely end!

"Greetings, Lord Martial God!"

He quickly bowed deeply to Zhongli, hoping it wasn't too late to make amends.

"Zhongli, he actually tried to argue with you about who knows you better!"

Paimon's eye twitched slightly as she addressed Zhongli.

This kind of situation had happened before in Teyvat.

The only difference was that the people there didn't realize Zhongli was actually the Geo Archon, the Lord of Rock himself, which led to the creation of some rather iconic moments.

But here, people knew who Zhongli was!

"It's fine..."

Zhongli waved his hand, his expression calm and unchanging.

At his age, no matter how awkward the situation, he could face it without batting an eye.

"Lord Martial God, I..."

Before the storyteller could finish his sentence, Zhongli gestured for him to rise.

He had figured out the situation: the storyteller was essentially a devoted "Lord Martial God fan."

Whether or not the stories were accurate, his intent was to make them more compelling.

"No need for that."

After helping him up, Zhongli opened his mouth slightly, as though he had more to say but then stopped himself.

He wasn't sure what else could be said.

If the stories were to reflect reality, there wasn't much material to work with.

The point he was making earlier wasn't about the story's accuracy but the intent behind it.

After a moment of silence, Zhongli simply patted the storyteller's shoulder and said,

"I hope you can continue to write more stories, but try to ensure they promote positivity and convey the right values.

"Let the world understand that they are seeds of hope, the future of this world...

"This world is beautiful because of its people."

After finishing his words, Zhongli turned to leave.

Paimon, imitating Zhongli, patted the storyteller on the shoulder. She wanted to say something, but no words came to mind.

In the end, she said nothing and flew off after Zhongli.

"This world is beautiful because of its people..."

The crowd, dazed, murmured to themselves, "We are the future of this world..."

Most of them were ordinary folk who had never considered such an idea.

Hearing Zhongli's words lit a spark of hope in their hearts.

The storyteller was left stunned. He never imagined Zhongli would say something like that.

"I..."

"My understanding of the Lord Martial God is still so shallow!"

"Lord Martial God, please forgive my lack of eloquence!

"But I will do everything in my power to spread your legacy!"

The storyteller collapsed to the ground, his face filled with devout reverence.

He resolved to work tirelessly to spread Zhongli's ideals!

Meanwhile, Zhongli and Paimon walked on.

"Zhongli, how much of the stories the storytellers in Liyue tell about you are true, and how much is made up?" Paimon asked curiously. "Could it all just be fabricated?"

Hearing this, Zhongli paused in his stride, glanced at the innocent Paimon, then stroked his chin thoughtfully before replying, "Truth or fabrication doesn't matter; those stories are their wishes."

"Their wishes?"

"But when the Traveler and I were on our missions, a lot of stories were directly tied to you... and even more exaggerated than what the storytellers say!"

For example, the serpent slain by the Shogun. It had fled from Liyue out of fear of the God of Gold, only to encounter worshippers who ended up sealing it instead.

The gods of Liyue were renowned not because of mere legends but through real strength and deeds. After all, Liyue was home to the greatest number of Archons, drawn to its fertile and prosperous lands.

"That's all in the past. Let it rest in the dust of history," Zhongli said, waving a hand dismissively as he continued toward his residence.

"Ah—Zhongli! Zhongli!"

"Wait for me!" Paimon cried, hurrying after him.

The storyteller incident quickly reached the ears of influential leaders.

Though they were accustomed to such occurrences, they found themselves puzzled.

Why would Zhongli care so much about commoners?

No—he didn't seem to differentiate between commoners and nobles. To him, people were just people.

"No wonder he's called the Lord Martial God Douluo. His perspective is vast and terrifying."

"If the Lord Martial God Douluo were to call for revolution, the world might be overturned in an instant..."

"I would willingly follow such a powerful figure..."

Realizing Zhongli's perspective, each leader had their own thoughts and plans.

At Shrek Academy, Tang San and his companions were busy analyzing the reasons for their recent defeat.

After a lengthy discussion, they came to an undeniable conclusion:

"Our overall strength and individual prowess are too weak to establish any true advantage."

If they had the absolute power to eliminate their opponents, would they have hesitated?

Clearly, they lacked such power.

Tang San fell silent, lost in deep thought.

The setbacks he had faced recently had been overwhelming.

The hateful Yu Xiaogang—if not for Yu Xiaogang...

No matter how much he cursed now, it wouldn't change anything.

"Without evolving the Blue Silver Grass into the Blue Silver Emperor, it's no different from a useless spirit," Tang San realized bitterly.

The more he thought about it, the more his resentment toward Yu Xiaogang grew.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration lit up Tang San's mind. He had an idea—a brilliant plan!

It was well-known that after evolving into the Blue Silver Emperor, the spirit would grant an innate domain.

But the Clear Sky Hammer didn't have such a feature.

As for how Tang Hao acquired his domain, he had never explained it. But it certainly wasn't a natural ability of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Since the Clear Sky Hammer was inherently weaker than the Blue Silver Emperor in terms of domain, why not switch his focus to the hammer?

After reaching nine spirit rings, he could always add rings to the Blue Silver Emperor later!

"Father, you once said the hammer in my left hand is meant to protect the grass in my right hand."

"If I don't cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer, I won't be able to protect the grass in my right hand. You wouldn't blame me for that, would you?"