Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 230 - 174 Talismanic Script "Five Elements" _3

Chapter 230: Chapter 174 Talismanic Script "Five Elements" _3

"Understood."

"Good that you understand."

Zhou Xuan focused his perception on the "Flower-picking Handprint." The ritual this time wasn’t much different from the Heavenly Official’s blessing process, except it was less bloody. Si Yuer scratched her own arm and used the blood to write the words "Little Guardian" on Zhou Xuan’s hand.

From today onward,

Zhou Xuan’s temporary bodyguards now included Si Yuer, along with Li Chengfeng.

He led Si Yuer into the inner hall.

Si Yuer rolled up her sleeves and clawed five deep marks into her pale forearm.

She used great force, scratching so deeply that the cuts exposed bone, causing her to wince in pain.

"Yu, you don’t need to be so earnest. A few shallow scratches would’ve been enough..."

Just as Zhou Xuan was about to comfort her, he noticed that Si Yuer’s wounds were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye!

No wonder she had to scratch so deeply; if the wounds were too shallow, they’d heal before the ritual was completed.

Zhou Xuan extended his right arm and offered it to Si Yuer.

Si Yuer dipped her fingers in blood and wrote the words "Little Guardian" on Zhou Xuan’s right hand.

In an instant, Zhou Xuan’s fingernails grew rapidly. When they reached an inch long, he clipped them off and placed them into Si Yuer’s wound.

At that moment, Zhou Xuan’s right hand emitted a blue glow. With a subtle movement of his fingers, the tattoo of the Flower-picking Handprint unfolded in front of Si Yuer.

Sitting in the corner, Yun Ziliang saw Zhou Xuan’s Sukuna Hand for the first time. Narrowing his eyes in surprise, he soon came to accept it.

"This kid is surrounded by mysterious events and even carries the Blood Well. If I were the Nuo God, I would definitely pick him as my disciple!"

Zhou Xuan flicked his right hand again, making Bone Teeth fly out and lightly touch the palm of the Flower-picking Handprint.

From the center of the palm, an eye appeared.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

A chant resonated within the tattoo. The overwhelming aura of the Heavenly God combined with the gentle Buddha energy made the perceptive Si Yuer’s eyes sparkle like stars.

"Brother Zhou, what a powerful presence."

"Do you feel your body getting better?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Much better; it feels warm and cozy." Si Yuer replied.

Zhou Xuan handed the tattoo to Si Yuer and said, "Place it on your bedside table at home. Contemplate it daily—it can suppress your Blood Well Madness quite effectively. As for how effective, that’ll require time to find out."

After receiving the tattoo, Si Yuer didn’t leave but instead asked Zhou Xuan, "Brother Zhou, yesterday you said you’d tell me the story of The Eagle-shooting Heroes. Now that I’m here, could you tell it?"

"Where did I leave off yesterday?"

"The Jiangnan Seven Freaks versus the Black and White Double Killers."

"Oh... I do want to tell it, but I’m running the shop now..." Zhou Xuan glanced at the three empty Jingyi Beds in the room, realizing that his excuse wouldn’t hold up. He decided he might as well tell the story.

"Fine. Since there are no customers, let’s talk stories."

From his corner, Yun Ziliang, who had been watching Zhou Xuan and Si Yuer with an "uncle’s grin," suddenly turned serious and stood up to scold, "You can tell stories, boy?"

"What’s so strange about that? I’m a storyteller, of course, I can tell stories."

"Aren’t you a fast-track storyteller?"

Yun Ziliang knew Zhou Xuan was a storyteller but thought storytelling required years of stage experience to truly shine.

That’s why Yun Ziliang always assumed Zhou Xuan was an average-at-best "storyteller."

"Lao Yun, why don’t you get it? If I weren’t good at storytelling, how could I have attracted the incense offering needed to fast-track my status?"

"Huh!?" Yun Ziliang suddenly found Zhou Xuan’s reasoning quite convincing.

"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" Si Yuer interjected in confusion, asking Zhou Xuan, "Brother Zhou isn’t just a tattoo master? Why is he suddenly a storyteller too?"

"I practice Nuo rituals. Among the nine Tangkous, my first incense offering was to become a storyteller."

Si Yuer had already offered a blood sacrifice to Zhou Xuan, and Si Ming completely admired him.

Additionally, Si Yuer’s mother’s teacher—Li Chengfeng—was now one of Zhou Xuan’s followers.

Given the complicated relationships involved, Zhou Xuan decided not to hide his true identity from Si Yuer any longer.

"Nuo? Isn’t it something only descendants of the Zhou Family’s Troupe can practice? Oh... Brother Zhou, so you’ve been keeping it from me all along. You’re actually Zhou Xuan, the Young Master of the Zhou Family’s Troupe in Ping Shui Prefecture! And The White-Browed Hero is a story you tell?"

"Yes!" Zhou Xuan replied calmly.

"Happiness came so suddenly... wait for me, wait for me..." Si Yuer said as she prepared to head outside.

"Where are you going?"

"To buy wine and food. A story as good as Brother Zhou’s deserves snacks and drinks to enjoy!"

"Don’t go telling everyone that I practice Nuo rituals; just keep it to yourself!"

"Relax. You’ll always be my tattoo master Brother Zhou."

Zhou Xuan knew Si Yuer well. Though she loved chatting about everything, she was exceptionally tight-lipped about crucial matters.

"Xiao Zhou, you deceived me! You not only tell stories but seem quite good at it. Yet you’ve never told me even one tale!

Do you know how boring my nights are? Do you know how I get through each evening?"

"How is that deception? Have you ever asked?"

"Uh!"

"If you asked, wouldn’t I have told you a story?" Zhou Xuan chuckled, heading upstairs to change into a storyteller’s gown. It wasn’t often he told tales, so he planned to do it well.

...

Zhou Xuan had changed into the gown, and a table was set before him.

The audience was now in place.

Besides Si Yuer, Yun Ziliang, and Lv Mingkun, Little Fuzi had also brought Mu Hua.

Tables filled with fruit, snacks, soda, strong tea, braised meat, and roast chicken were in front of the audience.

It resembled less a storytelling scene and more an annual company party with employees showcasing their talents on stage!