clergé - Chapitre 9
"When Meng Haitang saw the Palace Master, she felt her eyes light up; what a handsome and refined young man he was..."
The storyteller was spitting as he spoke in the hall, while Pang Wan sat below, chuckling and resting her chin on her hand—who was Meng Haitang? She didn't care! She only remembered that the Palace Master was a "handsome and handsome man." Since Gu Xiju, whom she had just imagined, had changed his mind, she decided to temporarily forget about this heartless man (Gu Xiju's comment: Get lost), and first assess the Palace Master's "male lead index."
"...Suddenly, Meng Haitang shouted, 'I'll go and bring you the head of that demonic cult witch!' But the cultist smiled and said, 'I, the Holy Maiden of the Moon Worship, have taken the heads of three hundred people before I was even sixteen. Do you think you Central Plains people can take her precious life?'"
Upon suddenly hearing the words "Moon Worshiping Saintess," Pang Wan shuddered and awoke from her enchanting illusion.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the storyteller paused at this moment, and immediately indignant shouts and curses rose from all around.
"You vixen! What arrogance!"
"What's so great about killing three hundred people? Bullying the weak is no skill!"
"If she dares to come to the Central Plains, I'll skin her alive!"
"She's nothing but a lowly barbarian woman serving Zuo Huai'an. What right does she have to use the word 'saint'? How dare she try to glorify herself!"
"That demonic witch of the cult deserves to be killed by everyone!"
"You poisonous woman!"
"Bitch maid!"
...
Pang Wan listened silently, her back soaked with cold sweat.
Although she was somewhat prepared, she never imagined that her reputation would be so bad that she would be universally reviled.
Seeing that everyone had expressed their excitement, the storyteller pressed his hands down and changed the subject: "Speaking of the Moon Worshiping Saintess, we must mention the true saintess of our martial arts world—Fairy Sang Chan! Besides her, who else in the world is worthy of the title 'Saint', with her beauty, talent, and noble character, like a white lotus?"
Upon hearing the name "Sang Chan," many listeners stared wide-eyed, revealing expressions of admiration and longing.
"...The martial arts alliance leader remained chaste for her, the Palace Mistress of the Lonely Palace was heartbroken for her, and even the Ninth Prince reserved the position of his principal wife for her! The entire martial arts world was gambling, gambling on which of these exceptionally outstanding men would ultimately win her heart!!" The storyteller swayed his head, seemingly completely captivated by the unparalleled beauty of the female knight-errant. "Ah! Our Fairy Sang Chan! She is so perfect, so outstanding, who will be lucky enough to stay with her forever?"
With a "poof," the Eight Treasure Tea sprayed out of Pang Wan's mouth.
At this moment, everyone was still captivated by Fairy Sangchan's glorious deeds, and no one paid any attention to her.
So Pang Wan picked up a handkerchief and silently wiped her mouth, her expression one of utter dejection as if it were the end of the world, as if what she had just spat out was not tea, but a mouthful of blood from her heart.
It's over. Forget about the Palace Master, forget about Gu Xiju. Her unwavering belief that all the handsome men loved her has crumbled. After experiencing the betrayal of the Southern Barbarians and the blow of Gu Xiju and the Palace Master's betrayal, Pang Wan's pink heart turned ice-cold—I'm not the female lead, Sang Chan is the female lead! Look at her, she single-handedly took on three classic male leads and still managed to earn such a good reputation?
"...She is the new moon in the sky; she is the morning dew in the mountains; she is the white lotus in the water..." The storyteller was still singing praises of Sang Chan's unparalleled beauty in the hall.
Pang Wan sat quietly in the chair, listening, his chest rising and falling.
—Should she just give up and willingly become a supporting female character, marry a male supporting character with no clear identity, and live out her days like this?
No! Absolutely not!
The noblewoman's blood boiled, and her Mary Sue genes, which made her the only one who mattered, roared and screamed within her.
She glanced at the storyteller who was gesticulating wildly, frowned, and a brilliant idea came to her.
Chapter Three
Sang Chan second generation
Wang Gang, an ordinary man, had spent most of his life telling stories, never imagining that one day he would be knocked unconscious and kidnapped because his storytelling was too brilliant.
So when he groggily opened his eyes and found himself tied to a pillar, he was completely bewildered.
"You're awake?" A girl's voice suddenly came from behind.
Wang Gang looked in the direction of the voice and met a bright and beautiful oval face.
"What brings you here, young lady?" He swallowed hard—the girl in front of him was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with large, almond-shaped eyes that were clear and bright, and her chubby cheeks still flushed. She looked like someone who had been raised in luxury, not like a thief or bandit!
"I heard your name is Wang Gang. May I ask you, how old are you? How long have you been telling stories?" The girl looked at him with a smile.
"I'm just over thirty, and I've been telling stories for over ten years," Wang Gang replied timidly. Although the girl seemed innocent, appearances can be deceiving, and he still needed to be careful.
"Having told stories for so long, you should be quite knowledgeable." The girl nodded slightly and then asked, "How much of what you told in the tavern today was true?"
Wang Gang wondered if they wanted to spy on him. He hurriedly replied, "It's all true, it's all true."
The girl, for some reason, lowered her head and sighed, looking quite melancholy.
Wang Gang was completely baffled.
"I ask you, have you ever seen Fairy Sang Chan with your own eyes?"
The girl quickly looked up at him again, her expression serious and resolute, as if she had made a major decision in her heart.
"I have not." Wang Gang shook his head. Someone like Fairy Sang Chan associates with top martial arts masters. How could a mortal like him possibly meet such a person?
The girl's expression was one of utter disappointment.
“…However, I have met you, my friend!” Seeing her distraught appearance, Wang Gang was afraid that she might become hostile and start wielding swords at him, so he quickly added, “Storytellers often share what they have seen and heard, and I know as much as I do about Fairy Sang Chan!”
The girl thought for a while before nodding in agreement with his words.
Wang Gang breathed a sigh of relief; he knew his life was safe.
The next day, the girl gave Wang Gang one hundred taels of silver, which was more money than he could save in ten years of storytelling. From then on, Wang Gang stayed with the girl for the time being.
The young woman asked Wang Gang to call her "Young Master," and he would help her with daily chores and occasionally share anecdotes about the martial arts world when he had free time. The young woman loved listening to stories about Sang Chan and always asked about the details. For example, what hairstyle Sang Chan liked to wear, what color clothes she wore, what her tone of voice was like, and so on.