Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 226 - 173: Just Want to Bully You!

Chapter 226: Chapter 173: Just Want to Bully You!

Lu Yusheng asked Li Chengfeng: "Lord Shu, I don’t understand, why are you shielding him!"

"I’m not shielding him; I’m teaching you! Don’t think that just because you’ve got some ties with the ’Suffering Scholar,’ you can disregard me.

I’ve only lost my footing in the Bone Elder ranks, but even so, I’m still a Bone Elder. No matter how smug you get, you’re still just a City God!"

"You, the Suffering Scholar, and the kidnapper—those filthy secrets behind you all, do you think I don’t know?"

Li Chengfeng shot Lu Yusheng a warning glance and then left the tower.

"Hmph, truly impressive, Li Chengfeng... It won’t be long before you get purged from the Bone Elders. I’ll endure it for now, and when the time comes, I’ll settle the score with you."

Lu Yusheng’s gaze turned venomous.

He exited the tower only to find the area before it deserted. Zhang Yifeng’s four City Gods had vanished without a trace!

"Where did they go?"

The four City Gods had escorted Zhou Xuan down the mountain, surrounding him like he was royalty.

Zhou Xuan walking out of the tower in such a carefree manner made it clear who held the real power.

...

"Brother Zhou, go home and rest well. I’ll visit your shop one day—our conflict introduced us, but let’s make peace."

Zhang Yifeng stood by the car window, bidding farewell to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan boarded the Si Family’s car and returned to the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop on East Market Street.

The lights in the Jingyi Shop were still on.

Little Fuzi and Yun Ziliang were sitting by the shop’s entrance.

As soon as Zhou Xuan stepped out of the car, Little Fuzi shouted excitedly: "Young Master, you’re finally back! We’ve been worried sick about you, staying out this late."

"Just handling some business." Zhou Xuan smiled and asked, "Where’s Fifth Senior Brother?"

"Fifth Senior Brother saw you went to the Si Mansion for a tattoo and hadn’t returned by this hour, so he went to the Si Mansion to look for you. He said he’d go alone and insisted I stay here. Otherwise, I would’ve followed him to the mansion."

Little Fuzi explained.

Yun Ziliang nudged him: "Have you eaten yet? I even bought half a roast chicken that hasn’t been touched."

"I’ll eat it when I’m back! I’ll go fetch Fifth Senior Brother first."

Zhou Xuan got into the Si Mansion’s car again.

"Old Si, sorry for the trouble today, but I’ll need your driver again."

"It’s no trouble at all. By the way, Young Master, without a phone in your shop or a car at home, isn’t it inconvenient? I’ll arrange a car and install a phone for you."

"It is inconvenient." Zhou Xuan replied, "Perfect timing—consider the car and phone as payment for the tattoo we did for Miss Yu."

"Of course, of course."

...

Lv Mingkun was sitting in the Blessing Hall at the Si Mansion, drinking tea as he waited for Zhou Xuan, while occasionally admiring the Si Mansion’s elegant pavilions and courtyards.

"Fifth Senior Brother, waiting for me?"

Zhou Xuan glanced at Lv Mingkun’s travel-worn long robe and then at the Wind Lamp beneath his feet. Warmth filled his heart.

"Ah, Little Junior Brother, this courtyard is truly stunning—so beautiful."

Zhou Xuan smiled: "Take a good look. Someday, when we make enough money, we’ll buy a courtyard as beautiful as this one."

Lv Mingkun sighed in appreciation: "Such magnificent scenery, utterly enchanting. If it were daytime, the sunlight would make it even more radiant—imagine lining up a row of corpses here to stitch them up one by one. Wouldn’t that be delightful?"

Zhou Xuan: "..."

Fifth Senior Brother, if it’s as you envision, even if I have the money, I wouldn’t buy such a grand courtyard.

...

"You’ve had quite the stroke of luck today!"

Back at the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop, Yun Ziliang paced around Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun were sharing the roast chicken, and Zhou Xuan responded, "What luck are you talking about?"

"Absolutely, my instincts are never wrong."

Zhou Xuan sighed: Old Yun’s intuition is truly sharp.

He turned to Yun Ziliang directly and asked: "Ever heard of Daoists?"

"Daoists? Oh, I’ve heard plenty about them."

Yun Ziliang replied, "Those people claim they’ve descended from the heavens, but most of them are anything but virtuous."

"Have you seen a Daoist?"

"Well, of course... Me, my ancestors, the State Preceptor... We’ve seen Daoists numerous times during our Dragon Seeking journeys—at least three occasions, if not more."

"That’s a lot." Zhou Xuan teased Yun Ziliang sarcastically.

"Plenty of people spend their entire lives without seeing one. I’ve seen three and you’re saying it’s not much?"

Yun Ziliang elaborated: "When Daoists descend to the human world, it’s typically in alignment with the will of the Heavenly Dome."

"To punish evil and promote good?" Little Fuzi, being more naive, asked.

"Not so noble. They actually have a secret duty."

"What duty?"

"To purge those whose incense offerings in the human world rise too quickly."

As Yun Ziliang spoke, Lv Mingkun and Little Fuzi both turned to look at Zhou Xuan.

"Why are you all staring at me? My incense offerings climb slower than a snail—my two sticks of incense haven’t burned more than two inches yet."

On his ride earlier, Zhou Xuan had planned with Si Yuer to undergo the tattoo sacrifice ritual tomorrow.

Only after the ritual would his two incense sticks barely burn past three inches.

"Little Junior Brother, do you know how long it took me to light two incense sticks?" Lv Mingkun asked with a tell-tale air.

"No idea."

"Nearly two years." Lv Mingkun held up two fingers.

"You’re already quite fast. From now on, be mindful of your pace; don’t attract the Daoists’ attention." Yun Ziliang advised.

"Wait a second, Old Yun, why do Daoists purge those who ascend quickly through incense offerings? What’s wrong with a swift climb?" Zhou Xuan questioned.

"It’s wrong. Very wrong." Yun Ziliang explained: "You must understand that the seats at the Divine Level are limited in number.

Above the Heavenly Dome lies the residence of God-level beings. Daoists are their pawns.

Divine positions are fixed—they’re afraid someone might snatch their place."

"So they send Daoists to eliminate great talents during their rise?"

"Indeed, they aim to slay promising individuals in the bud as part of their strategy to safeguard their positions."

"I’m starting to think... Old Yun, you know all of this because you’re hiding from Daoists, and that’s why you locked yourself inside that painting, isn’t it?"

Previously, Yun Ziliang had claimed he hid in the painting to avoid the Blood Well.

But looking back, the Blood Well only rampaged once during the winter solstice night, some sixty years ago.