Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 223 - 171: The Brain of the Blood Well_3

Chapter 223: Chapter 171: The Brain of the Blood Well_3

And now, Zhou Xuan’s perception was wrapped up, which meant that, even if the opponent had a strong perception, Zhou Xuan’s perception was insulated and couldn’t collide with theirs, naturally avoiding any fluctuations.

"Even if I fully release my perception, no one would be able to sense that it originates from me?"

Zhou Xuan formed this hypothesis and grew more intrigued, deciding to conduct an experiment.

The subject of the experiment would be Si Ming.

Zhou Xuan released a small trace of perception onto Si Ming’s body.

The perception climbed along Si Ming’s body, giving him an inexplicable itchy sensation.

Si Ming felt someone using perception to "sweep" him. Originally lounging, smoking with half-closed eyes, his eyes snapped wide open as he released his own perception, trying to trace who was sweeping him.

But after searching thoroughly, he failed to locate the source of the perception.

"Huh! Did I imagine it?"

Si Ming closed his eyes and carefully felt for it again—"No mistake, someone is definitely using perception to sweep me."

Unwilling to give up, he released his perception again but still couldn’t find the source.

Frustrated, he stood up and spun in circles, but Zhou Xuan appeared to be "meditating", his daughter was daydreaming, and the four City Gods were standing around, chatting idly while gazing down the mountain.

"Must’ve been a false alarm. Another day, another load of nonsense—I’m seriously losing it."

Si Ming sat back down on the temple steps and continued smoking.

"Well, it works... Well, you finally did something useful, old well!"

Zhou Xuan said with a grin.

Since perception had anti-tracking benefits, it was time to deal with that obnoxious bird in the sky.

In the sky was the City God paper kite.

The paper kite had followed the scent of Buddha energy and locked onto Zhou Xuan. Its gaze was fierce, and a strong perception repeatedly swept across Zhou Xuan’s body, irritating him to no end.

Magic artifacts, especially those used for locking onto auras, relied heavily on perception.

Zhou Xuan wanted to teach the paper kite a lesson with his own perception, but previously, whenever he released his perception, it essentially revealed to everyone that he was a Blood Well Spirit Communicator.

Si Ming and Si Yuer might be forgiving, but showing his hand in front of the City Gods would spell big trouble.

Now, however, Zhou Xuan no longer felt apprehensive.

At the Old Painting Pavilion, Yun Ziliang had guided him in using perception to break the Ghost Suppression Talisman!

It was then that he knew his powerful perception could counter many artifacts; naturally, it could also counter this paper kite.

Zhou Xuan directed his perception towards the paper kite.

A torrent-like surge of perception flooded into the paper kite, and Zhou Xuan immediately uncovered its secrets.

Inside the paper kite’s body, there was an eye—a Blood Dripping Eye, created by the Ancient Tattoo Clan.

The Ancient Tattoo Clan’s craftsmanship was regarded as magical artifacts or forbidden artifacts by some Great Halls and even by the God Traveling Department.

For example, Zhou Lingyi’s human skin box.

The Ancient Tattoo Clan was exceedingly mysterious,

and only a few relics of their craftsmanship had trickled down into the mortal world.

The presence of tattoo work within the paper kite indicated that this artifact’s level within the City God Hall was very high.

"Ah, so it’s a tattoo? Today, I’ll have you pay respects to your ancestors!"

Zhou Xuan began meditating on the Blood Tree, the Ancestor Tree worshipped by the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s ancestors.

As the Blood Tree emerged vividly in Zhou Xuan’s mind, he used his perception to transmit the Blood Tree into the tattoo of the Blood Dripping Eye.

Tattoo patterns were inherently living entities, akin to Yin Spirits or Evil Ghosts. Upon encountering the Blood Tree, they reacted as if facing their progenitor.

The eye trembled uncontrollably and shut itself, only to reopen filled not with eerie malevolence, but with fervent devotion and instinctive offering.

Boom,

The tattooed eye combusted on the spot,

The paper kite began smoking, and soon sparks of fire appeared...

...

Zhang Yifeng stood with his back to Zhou Xuan, chatting with three colleagues, showing his trust in Zhou Xuan.

"Has Lord Shu and Lord Zhi Jia arrived yet?"

"Wait a bit longer—what’s the rush? It’s not like I can hurry them along." Zhang Yifeng grumbled, "Besides, since that Young Master could produce the Bone Token, it proves his status is far from ordinary. We have to be patient."

"Ugh, how is it fair to compare ourselves to others? We’re so much older, yet still slogging through night shifts, while someone his age already holds the Bone Elder’s Bone Token."

One of the colleagues sighed.

Zhang Yifeng sighed as well,

remembering his own glory five years ago when he became a City God Order giver.

Back then, he had hosted a grand feast at Mingjiang Restaurant with twenty tables, drinking and laughing with various guests, feeling as though his future was limitless.

But now he realized others at his age had formed deep connections with key figures in the Bone Elder’s upper echelon.

"What a remarkable life!"

Zhang Yifeng gazed at Zhou Xuan, his eyes filled with envy.

"Let’s see if there’s an opportunity in the future to build some rapport with this Young Master."

He planned to start by treating Si Ming to multiple rounds of good drinks, using Si Ming as his bridge to slowly forge a relationship with the Young Master.

Five years ago, he was a City God Order giver; five years later, he still was. Five years of stagnation taught Zhang Yifeng one lesson—if there’s a powerful figure to latch onto, do it; it’s not embarrassing. Ignoring them? That’s stupidity.

These past five years, Zhang Yifeng had played the fool.

"Order giver, Order giver, the paper kite is on fire."

A colleague noticed the paper kite smoking and called out to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the sky. Sure enough, the paper kite was halfway burnt, smoking furiously.

"Oh no, if this artifact is lost, I’ll be held responsible."

Zhang Yifeng hurriedly tried to summon the paper kite with a gesture.

But the paper kite ignored his command, spinning and falling charred to the ground, landing near Zhou Xuan.

A spirit emerged from the paper kite, kneeling before Zhou Xuan, one hand extended forward, the other pointing towards the ground.