Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 224 - 171: The Brain of the Blood Well_4

Chapter 224: Chapter 171: The Brain of the Blood Well_4

Other than kneeling, the remaining movements were exactly the same as the "ritual posture" Blood Well had explained to Zhou Xuan for using the Netherworld Stone.

"What bad luck!"

Zhou Xuan waved his hand dismissively. The soul seemed to mutter something before gradually dissipating.

Everyone watching was dumbfounded.

Especially the four City Gods—they all knew that within the kite, there was a tattoo crafted by the Tattoo Evil Ghost.

Now, the soul from that tattoo had walked out of the kite and was kneeling to Zhou Xuan with strange movements.

"What kind of holy figure is this Young Master?" The City God colleagues exchanged bewildered looks.

Si Ming asked Zhou Xuan, "Young Master, why did that soul kneel to you?"

"A soul emerging from a tattoo—it kneeling to me is perfectly normal."

Zhou Xuan, smiling, said to Si Ming, "Old Si, have you forgotten that I’m a Tattoo Master?"

"Oh, so the kite is controlled by a tattoo!" Si Ming finally realized and remarked, "Then it’s only right for it to kneel. Zhang Yifeng, let me remind you not to underestimate the Young Master. Even Mr. Li once paid him a personal visit for a single tattoo."

It suddenly dawned on Zhang Yifeng. No wonder someone so young had earned the favor of Bone Elder—it turned out he was a Tattoo Master, an identity not seen in a hundred years.

"Moreover, that kite was flying high in the sky. At first, it didn’t burn, but now it has. Clearly, some Daoist Guardian intervened using perception..."

Zhang Yifeng was keenly aware that many influential youth from Great Halls had Daoist Guardians accompanying them when they traveled the world. The incense fire level of those Guardians was exceptionally high.

"The kite suddenly burning, then the soul kneeling to the Young Master—this is all the work of the Guardian pointing the way. Yet, during it all, I didn’t detect the slightest perceptual fluctuation. What level of incense fire does this Daoist Guardian possess to achieve this degree of control over perception?"

Zhang Yifeng was at the fifth crossing, facing the sixth level. His perception was already incredibly sharp, yet he hadn’t detected anything. In his understanding, there was only one possibility:

The other party’s incense fire level far surpassed his own—seven or eight incense levels, perhaps even higher. Zhang Yifeng didn’t dare to imagine further.

"Fortunate. So fortunate."

Now, Zhang Yifeng felt immensely thankful—thankful he hadn’t acted impulsively when trying to apprehend Zhou Xuan earlier.

"Young Master, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Zhang Yifeng. You can just call me Xiao Zhang."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

...

In Zhang Yifeng’s eyes, Zhou Xuan was already extraordinary by virtue of being a Tattoo Master.

The reputation of the Tangkou associated with tattoos was appalling—to call it "notorious" would be an understatement. Yet, whenever a Tattoo Master walked among mortals, they were invariably treated as honored guests by numerous Tangkou.

But Zhou Xuan wasn’t just any Tattoo Master.

"A Tattoo Master with a Daoist Guardian must have exceptional talent and an extraordinary background."

After all, for an untalented or unimportant young individual in a Tangkou, who would bother to act as their Guardian?

Following Zhang Yifeng’s gesture of goodwill toward Zhou Xuan, the other three colleagues quickly followed suit, handing Zhou Xuan cigarettes and lighting them for him.

"Are all you City God folks so good at currying favor?"

"If we weren’t bad at currying favor, why else would we be posted as night watchmen?" Zhang Yifeng replied with a wry smile.

"Those good at currying favor are still in the Metropolitan, mingling with singers in Bailemen at this hour."

Another colleague grumbled.

"So your City Gods have specific people for night duty? Doesn’t that make you just like the Night Patrol Gods in the God Traveling Department of Ping Shui Prefecture?"

"Mingjiang Prefecture also has Night Patrol Gods. They handle major events. We handle smaller issues... actually, not too big and not too small issues!"

"Tough work, either way."

Just as the group’s conversation with Zhou Xuan bridged all gaps and became lively, a smoking pipe was suddenly thrust in front of Zhang Yifeng.

"Light it."

"You can’t light it yourself? Don’t you see I’m serving the Young Master... oh, Lord Shu."

Zhang Yifeng, realizing it was Li Chengfeng, immediately lit the pipe for him respectfully before stepping aside.

Taking a puff of his pipe, Li Chengfeng spoke warmly to Zhou Xuan: "Young Master, I heard you absorbed the Buddha energy of Qiye Temple?"

"What would I absorb that for? There’s a reason behind it. I’ll explain it to you, Mr. Li. Come, let’s talk in the tower."

Zhou Xuan led Li Chengfeng toward the tower.

Zhang Yifeng instinctively blurted, "Lord Shu, when investigating something, we need to wait for the Holding Armor Incense."

According to the regulations of the City God Tangkou, investigating major cases required the presence of the "Holding Armor Incense."

"That Xiao Lu? He and I don’t get along. Just the sight of him annoys me. Why should I wait for him?"

Hearing the name "Holding Armor Incense," Li Chengfeng looked visibly irked. Ignoring Zhang Yifeng, he brushed it aside with a "If Xiao Lu has any complaints, he can come find me," before going into the tower with Zhou Xuan.

"Boss, this violates protocol!?"

A colleague reminded Zhang Yifeng.

"Protocol? Power is the protocol! Unless you’d like to stop Lord Shu and the Young Master yourself?"

The colleague promptly clammed up.

...

Inside the tower, Zhou Xuan and Li Chengfeng arrived at the place where Monk Zhu Jiu had entered Nirvana. Zhou Xuan spoke: "Mr. Li, there’s something I need to tell you. The matter of Qiye Temple is no small affair."

"How big could it be? Big enough to reach the heavens?"

"It really is a heavenly matter!"

Zhou Xuan said with a teasing smile: "The one who absorbed Qiye Temple’s Buddha energy came from the heavens. As for his name, I don’t know, but I do know his title—he’s called the Daoist."

"The Daoist?"

Li Chengfeng was startled upon hearing this name and asked, "Is this true?"

"Look at the ground—those broken threads."

Zhou Xuan pointed at the severed threads lying on the floor.

Li Chengfeng quickly knelt, retrieving one of the threads. After closely examining and sniffing it, he remarked, "The Bone Elder Association has a specimen of divine threads. Judging by the contained aura and texture, these are indeed genuine broken Divine Silk threads."

"I watched as that Daoist descended from ten thousand miles in the sky, siphoning Qiye Temple’s Buddha energy completely dry..."

ps: Good brothers, no Chapter breaks today. Love you all!