Step by Step Ascend to Immortality

Chapter 142: Chapter 131 Heart-torture

The cultivators present were utterly astonished. No one could fathom what had gotten into Realman Wangshan today. While the initiation ceremony was undoubtedly important, it hardly justified him using his full power, and he was severely over time!

Seeing how wildly exhilarated Realman Wangshan was, no one dared interrupt his speech. He continued unleashing his overwhelming might, causing a landslide-like effect among the lower-level disciples.

One by one, they collapsed, foaming at the mouth. Initially, it was only the Qi Refining cultivators, but now even Foundation Establishment disciples were falling, and some Golden Core cultivators were struggling to stay upright.

The sheer force of Realman Wangshan, a mid-stage Nascent Soul master giving it his all, was beyond terrifying, exceeding everyone's wildest expectati

Even covering their ears didn't help. His voice pierced through regardless, and ironically, it only increased their anticipation, as they wanted to hear the story continue.

What Realman Wangshan was narrating was no ordinary anecdote but a compelling, lengthy tale. The cultivators had never heard such a fascinating, heart-wrenching story. It wasn't just emotional torment from start to finish; it captivated the listeners, only to deliver a devastating blow at the most critical moments, leaving them teetering on the edge of ecstasy and agony. Realman Wangshan had elevated storytelling to an art form.

Just when they were filled with hope, the story took cruel, unexpected turns that shattered their hearts. And yet, amid the heartbreak, a faint glimmer of hope remained. Despite foaming at the mouth and teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, the disciples clung to every word, desperate to know what happened next.

As night fell and the story grew even more intense, the disciples, male and female, young and old, found themselves completely enraptured. For three full hours, they listened, their hearts aching but enthralled.

If this were a real battle, the scene would be disastrous—over half of the sixty new disciples had collapsed, while the remainder, barely conscious, awaited the continuation of the story, their bodies betraying their torment while their minds craved more.

Compared to this, Sect Master Li's lighthearted tales seemed utterly trivial. Even hundreds of visiting cultivators had fainted, with more on the verge. On the high platform of the Linghua Sect, only Realman Yanhuo and Shen Que'er remained conscious. Realman Yanhuo exclaimed, "Brilliant! Realman Wangshan's storytelling is superb! It's even more refreshing than smelling stinky feet! Realman Wangshan, you've won me over!"

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If even the Linghua Sect was in such disarray, one could only imagine how other sects fared. Two Golden Core cultivators had fainted from the emotional rollercoaster, but fortunately, everyone knew that Realman Wangshan only hurt their hearts, not their bodies—no one would die from

By now, everyone recognized that the Shenxiao Sect was a powerhouse among the heavens. Realman Wangshan, ranked only third in the sect, hadn't even lifted a finger—just his words had this much power. If he unleashed his full might, the entire Shenxiao Mountain might be leveled.

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But seeing Realman Wangshan at the peak of excitement, no one dared voice any doubts. Even some Nascent Soul cultivators felt he had perfectly captured the bitterness and sorrow of the cultivation world—this was the true essence of life as a cultivator!

Sect Master Li muttered to himself, "How am I supposed to tell my lighthearted stories afte

Realman Wangshan finally glanced around the hall, unaware that he had overrun his time by three whole hours. He had only told a tenth of the tale. His gaze fell on the Linghua Sect's platform.

Damn it! Realman Yanhuo was behaving exactly as expected, but why was that young girl still clutching her Daoist book? Did she not know the taste of love?

Fine! I see you're pure and innocent, untainted by worldly matters. You don't understand the agony of love yet. Realman Wangshan shifted his gaze to Zhonghua Peak, where Chu Nanhua appeared completely unfazed by the magnificent story. The False Nascent Soul cultivator seemed lost in thought, perhaps contemplating something related to his own story.

But his disciples, including steward Chu Cangshan, were less composed—both were foaming at the mouth!

If Realman Wangshan wasn't known for only breaking hearts and not bodies, Chu Nanhua would have stepped in to save them long ago. Realman Wangshan felt pleased with himself, until his gaze landed on Liu Suiyun and Shen Yaqin. His emotions surged uncontrollably: "What the hell?!"

Liu Suiyun and Shen Yaqin, master and disciple, sat discussing Dao with solemn expressions, yet both wore faint smiles of success. It was as if they hadn't heard a single word of Realman Wangshan's tale, entirely focused on some profound insight into the immortal path.

How could this be? How could they not be moved by such an exceptional story?

Master and disciple sat there, deeply engrossed in conversation, completely unaffected. Realman Wangshan felt as though he was about to spit blood. But as a Nascent Soul master, he quickly regained composure, stood up, and left the hall without a word.

The crowd erupted into chaos. Realman Yanhuo, who had been so excited by the tale, now howled, "Realman Wangshan, what happens next?!"

Walking away, with countless cultivators at his back, Realman Wangshan swallowed his blood and said, "I don't feel like telling it anymore!"

"No!"

"Don't stop!"

"Please, I beg you—continue!"

Realman Wangshan had left the story at its most thrilling point, where the wretched lovers were about to ignite the sparks of passion. Countless people had prepared themselves for the ultimate heartache, even willing to embrace the pain. No one had anticipated that Realman Wangshan would simply walk away.

How could this be?! A wave of voices rose from the hall: "Don't stop! Keep going!"

"Please, we must hear more!"

"Don't do this, I beg you! You must finish the story!"

But Realman Wangshan walked away calmly, his slumped shoulders leaving an indelible impression on everyone. An elder from an outer sect called after him, "Realman Wangshan, continue your story! It isn't finished yet..."

"It hasn't even begun!" he replied, vanishing into the night. "This story hasn't even started."

The crowd erupted into curses, condemning Realman Wangshan for stopping halfway. Some even shouted, "Who said Realman Wangshan only breaks hearts and not people?! I'm ruined! I won't be able to sleep or eat properly for at least three months, thinking about this story. He didn't just break my heart—he destroyed me!"

After this event, Realman Wangshan's title was forever changed to "The One Who Breaks People, Not Hearts." His unfinished tale haunted many, leaving them restless and longing for more.