Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 153 Drunken Dream of Butterflies

It was all because a very mysterious storyteller came to Haotian Restaurant.

At noon, an ordinary-looking woman in gray, drinking peach blossom wine, staggered in through a side door.

She sat at the desk, placed the wine jar on the table, and said in a clear voice, "Today's story is called 'Drunken Dream of a Butterfly'."

Fifth floor of Haotian Restaurant.

"My beloved prince, is it really necessary for you to chase me all the way from Qingluo Imperial City to here?"

"I already said I'm not going!"

A man dressed in royal blue lay on a chaise lounge, his legs dangling casually over the table, and rolled his eyes at the newcomer.

To his right, a man dressed in black sat upright, sipping his tea. "Is this storyteller's story very interesting?"

Upon hearing this, the man, Nan Xiaoyi, was somewhat unsure of what the other person was thinking.

"Not bad. Her stories are different from other storytellers. There is no exaggeration in the story. It is like a gentle stream, soothing and calming."

"What's even more amazing is that the simple words can make people feel as if they are there, experiencing the life, death and ethics in the story."

The man in black, addressed as His Highness, glanced at the woman below, his tone somewhat ambiguous.

"You have a pretty high opinion of her."

"Let's not talk about me now."

"You came here not entirely because of me, but because of the Fulai Inn and Qingsheng Restaurant, right?"

The fact that His Highness could appear here so quietly means that the matter is so serious that his personal presence is necessary.

Nan Xiaoyi's question went unanswered.

He wasn't surprised either.

It would be strange if this taciturn person could respond to every single one of his sentences.

"It is said that in the northwestern desert of the mainland, a traveler once saw the bright moon over the sea and a vast green forest. Every night, the sound of a boy crying sadly would be heard in the desert."

"The Netherworld Flower that blooms in flames will come down from the earth to the human world, dragging all passing travelers into hell, turning them into withered bones and burying them in the sea of ​​sand."

"To date, no one has survived."

Do you know where this place is?

The diners on the first floor of the lobby were very supportive, saying, "I don't know, I've never heard of it, ma'am, please tell us!"

"Hahaha, sir, it's all about having fun. Your story is quite novel—how can flowers bloom in the desert?"

"Yeah, yeah, not a single person survived. That sounds like one of those forbidden areas."

"Just say it!"

Upstairs, Nan Xiaoyi sat up slightly, his brow furrowed. "A bright moon rising over the sea in the desert? A thousand miles of green forest??"

"These words sound so familiar?"

He didn't see that the man beside him's gaze gradually turned cold, and his eyes were full of inquiry as he looked at the female teacher below.

The man remained calm and spoke softly, “The young Tianwen is a boy from a small town in the Northwest. He has dark skin and an ugly appearance.”

"His city was the driest region in the surrounding area, where water was especially precious."

"In the midst of a three-year drought, the already water-scarce city was on the verge of collapse. The young people fled in droves, while the elderly prayed to heaven for divine intervention to save lives."

"Coincidentally, a huge blue butterfly draped in colorful clouds flew across the sky, bringing with it thick cumulus clouds, and a day and night of rain fell in the northwest."

"From that day on, the blue butterfly became a symbol of good fortune for that city, holding a revered position and protecting the local people for many years."

"Gradually, the city became prosperous. It seemed that because of that rain, children in the city began to develop spiritual veins, able to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to embark on cultivation and the path to godhood."

"Tianwen is one of them."

"Originally ugly, he developed spiritual veins, which nourished his body and removed impurities. Ten years later, he transformed into a handsome young man."

"At the age of nineteen, he has reached the second level of the Spirit King realm. He is handsome and powerful. If nothing unexpected happens, his name as a prodigy will resound throughout the continent in the near future."

"But when he woke up and was about to go out to travel, he found that dark fires were swirling around him, evil spirits were raging, and the entire city, including his beloved family and friends, had died in the fire."

"He wept bitterly, in disbelief, determined to tear his enemies to pieces as a sacrifice to the countless people of his race!"

"He didn't know who the enemy was, nor did he know why he was the only one who was unharmed."

"He searched for traces of the living amidst mountains of corpses and seas of fire. Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven, but lightning and torrential rain washed away everything in the city, revealing the 'culprit' hidden in the flames."

"It was a blood-red butterfly, its entire body engulfed in eerie blue flames, surrounded by resentment."

"When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with hatred."

"Tianwen has exhausted all his knowledge in order to slay this rampaging monster and comfort the spirits of his elders and fellow villagers in heaven!"

"But this demonic beast has already reached the divine level. How could it possibly be contended with by Tianwen, a mere Spirit King?"

At this point, the gentleman took a sip of wine from the jar and fell silent.

The monks below, who were listening intently, wondered why she had fallen silent and urged her on, "Lady, please continue!"

"and after?"