Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1196 - 456: Capturing Zhou Xuan

In the vast Xie Family’s Cave, thunderous applause and various excited whistles and cheers erupted.

"The great master is coming, here to tell stories."

"Great master, I love you."

"From now on, the only one enshrined on my photo wall is you, not any other Bodhisattva."

The admiration for Zhou Xuan in Mingjiang Prefecture has surpassed the popularity of any big star or singer from the past.

The singers performing in Xie Family’s Cave were all restless, eager to catch a glimpse of the great master’s elegance.

No singer or star felt jealous or resentful of Zhou Xuan for stealing the so-called spotlight. To them, every clap and every cheer for Zhou Xuan was well-deserved.

"Perhaps, it should be even more enthusiastic."

Gu Ling watched Zhou Xuan’s graceful figure and recalled the first time she met him.

Back then, Zhou Xuan was still green, a novice stepping into the world. But now... his demeanor is truly that of a legitimate master of Mingjiang Prefecture.

"It’s not right; it’s not been too long since I first met the great master, but it feels like decades have passed."

Seeing Zhou Xuan approaching, Gu Ling made way and pointed to the standing microphone, expressing melodiously, "Tonight, we all gather at Xie Family’s Cave just to hear his voice,

Tonight belongs to the great master—Zhou Xuan."

Zhou Xuan gracefully walked to the microphone and spoke word by word, "Tonight belongs to Ye Ming River, to everyone who loves this land."

Rumble, rumble!

The applause once again exploded like thunderous waves.

Gu Ling and the other singers retreated from the center of the pit, leaving Zhou Xuan alone.

Zhou Xuan was now an old hand on the stage. In the spotlight’s focus, he felt completely at ease.

Zhou Xuan leaned towards the microphone and said, "Everyone, you’ve waited long enough."

"Not long, not long."

"Waiting for the great master is worth any length of time."

"Great master, I’ve really come to hear the ’Mingjiang Fire Record.’ I am your book fan."

Amongst the audience, some came for good luck, some for fun, and some hoping for Mingjiang’s rebirth. Of course, a part of the crowd genuinely loved hearing Zhou Xuan’s storytelling, and these people were not few.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Storytelling and singing aim to educate people. Three roads lie ahead, and we take the central path. In our Jing Country, storytellers aren’t here to say something trivial just for a laugh."

"Even someone as unserious as me, who usually loves to tell tales of martial arts, immortals, romance, and supernatural stories, won’t indulge in too much humor on such a solemn day."

Zhou Xuan set the tone for the evening’s storytelling.

"Tonight, we continue to speak of the Mingjiang Fire Record, talk about our heroes during the calamity of the Xianhuo in Mingjiang Prefecture—these heroes are none other than each and every one of us in Mingjiang Prefecture,

This is not only a tragic song of the people but also an epic of the people."

Zhou Xuan had just delivered the opening, and the audience was already so excited that their palms turned red from clapping.

A photoflash light was flashing nonstop on-site.

"Click, click."

"Enough idle talk, let’s get to the main topic. Today’s story’s protagonist remains that staff from the eatery, and his name is..."

Zhou Xuan deliberately paused,

and almost the entire audience shouted in unison, "Hu Muhua."

This shout signaled Zhou Xuan to begin storytelling: "Continuing from last time, the Xianhuo descended on Mingjiang Prefecture. Hu Muhua and his sister Hu Yuncui fled amidst the chaos, during which they witnessed many moving events..."

This storytelling session was about Mingjiang Prefecture, and the audience immediately found themselves immersed, deeply engaged within moments.

The most engrossed of all was Sister Cui.

As soon as Zhou Xuan’s voice sounded, she was moved to tears. She had never imagined her brother’s name would be shouted simultaneously by this sea of people,

nor that she and her brother would become names that the entire city of a prefecture—could not avoid or forget—within a great storyteller’s script.

...

This Mingjiang storytelling session was grand and drew significant attention from all state governments,

especially Ping Shui Prefecture,

as Zhou Xuan was now a living card for Ping Shui Prefecture. Thanks to Zhou Xuan’s recently gained fame and efforts in rebuilding one-third of Mingjiang Prefecture,

he won the favor of many major conglomerates in Jing Country, and numerous firms rushed to invest in Ping Shui Prefecture, bringing about a thriving atmosphere.

Today, with another chance for Zhou Xuan to showcase his fame, how could Ping Shui Prefecture miss this publicity opportunity? They sent radio personnel to Mingjiang Prefecture in advance to set up a temporary radio broadcast at Xie Family’s Cave immediately,

then used radios and receivers to broadcast directly to the citizens of Ping Shui Prefecture.

Not to mention elsewhere, but within Zhou Family’s Troupe, they had already stopped working and gathered in groups of threes and fours around the radio, listening to the Young Master storytelling.

The troupe’s courtyard was a sea of people.

Senior Brother Yu Zhengyuan and Sister-in-law Xu Li were especially overjoyed.

"Lao Yu, listen to how our Xuanzi talks now, he speaks with such flair, those big stars and singers can’t match him."

"Are you kidding? What big star or singer can compare to our Xuanzi now?"

Yu Zhengyuan straightened his back proudly and pointed to the assembly area in the courtyard, "Our Xuanzi was nurtured into a great storyteller within our troupe and with our support."