Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 247 - 183 White Tiger Red Snake_2

Chapter 247: Chapter 183 White Tiger Red Snake_2

"Don’t be in such a rush, Young Master."

Gu Ling wrapped her arms around Zhou Xuan’s, acting coy as she said, "If you’re helping someone, you might as well help them to the end. That backlash pain from the Red Snake was exquisite, sure, and my incense offerings have rekindled, but it’s still not enough. Young Master, could you make me another tattoo?"

"Still not enough?"

Zhou Xuan thought the pain earlier was enough to kill an ordinary person outright, yet Gu Ling found it too mild?

If this isn’t perverse, then what is?

"Step back a little, I need some space to clear my head."

Zhou Xuan gently pushed Gu Ling away and said, "What’s the price for another tattoo?"

"Why are we always talking about money between us?"

Gu Ling, soft and fragrant, leaned toward Zhou Xuan again.

"I’m out here working; if not money, what else are we talking about? Boss Gu, give me a quote!"

"Two tattoos, 150,000, plus one of my Bone Tokens."

"That’s too much. 80,000 Jing Country bills, one Bone Token..." Zhou Xuan added, "And if the Bone Elder Association makes any moves regarding Li Chengfeng, you pass the intel to me."

"You’re really good to Li Chengfeng, trading a tattoo for news about him."

"Do we have a deal or not?"

"Deal."

Gu Ling agreed almost without hesitation.

"Damn, I totally undersold it."

Zhou Xuan instinctively muttered.

Turns out, I really suck at bargaining.

Zhou Xuan pointed at the chaise lounge and said, "Take off your clothes and lie down."

"You’re so fierce... I like this type of man," Gu Ling teased.

Gu Ling slipped off her tattered clothing and lay face down on the bed. Zhou Xuan picked up the Bone Teeth tool and used half a cup of her blood to craft the tattoo.

This time, Zhou Xuan had no intrusive impulses; making the tattoo even felt oddly easier.

As he worked, he chatted with Gu Ling: "Lingzi, the technique you just used was so eerie, like some kind of flesh-and-blood sacrifice. But that golden aura feels rooted in Taoist principles."

"That’s one of the techniques of our ’Bitter Calamity Celestial Official’ faction. It’s called the Protective Divine Spell. Blood, flesh, spirit, and Tao—those are the four pathways to link with the Heavenly God’s aura. Our spells rely on blood and Tao, sacrificing flesh and blood to the heavens in exchange for divine Tao power."

"You Suffering Faction folks believe in the God of Suffering and Calamity and follow the Heavenly God pathway. So why call yourselves ’Bitter Calamity Celestial Officials’ instead of ’Bitter Calamity Heavenly Gods’?"

Zhou Xuan felt puzzled about the name of Gu Ling’s Tangkou.

"The Bone Elder Association has been trying to awaken the God of Suffering and Calamity. If we could connect directly, we wouldn’t need to awaken them,

but we don’t have a Heavenly God behind us; we can only connect to the ’Heavenly Official’ associated with the Bone Elder’s deity."

"Can the Heavenly Official guide you to the Heavenly God pathway?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"They can!"

Gu Ling wasn’t exactly a scholar, but as someone from the Bone Elder Association, she knew quite a bit about hidden truths in the world.

She explained, "Above the Heavenly Dome, there are 24 God-level entities in total! Each one connects to one of the eight great Heavenly God auras.

The ones linked to the God of Suffering and Calamity are the Bone Elder Association’s ’Heavenly Official,’ the ’No-words Heavenly Master’ from the Heavenly Eye Dao, and the ’Shui Yong’ of the City God.

These three God-level figures each possess part of the Heavenly God aura, and all can guide followers along the pathway of the God of Suffering and Calamity."

At last, Zhou Xuan fully understood Yun Ziliang’s words. No wonder the Bone Elder Association shouldn’t follow the Heavenly God pathway; the deities they’re connected to have only incomplete fragments of the Heavenly God aura and can’t lead to supreme incense offerings.

Among the nine great Heavenly Gods, the only one confirmed not to have fallen is the Nuo God. Its aura hasn’t been divided, and it remains entirely intact, making its Tangkou the most suitable to follow the Heavenly God pathway.

"You call yourselves ’Bitter Calamity Celestial Officials.’ So does that make Li Chengfeng one of the ’Praying Celestial Officials’?"

"Yes, our two celestial official factions share some similarities, but there are also many differences."

After learning about Gu Ling’s techniques, Zhou Xuan didn’t linger on the topic but instead switched to casual chit-chat.

"Lingzi, you’re a Divine Communicator for the Bone Elder Association, yet here you are working as a singer. Does the Bone Elder Association approve of this?"

Singers in Jing Country weren’t exactly high-status figures. Especially with so many scholars in the Bone Elder Association, wouldn’t they find public singing and dancing improper?

"I’m not a singer."

"Oh, I know, you’re a pop star."

"Not a pop star, either. I’m the boss of Metropolitan."

Gu Ling frowned and said, "How is Young Master so out of the loop? Anyone with status in Mingjiang Prefecture knows I’m the boss of Metropolitan. Whatever the City God, Divine Stealer, or Bone Elder are doing, they wouldn’t step foot in Bailemen out of respect for me."

"How was I supposed to know you’re the boss? If I’d known earlier, I wouldn’t even have charged you."

"Then what would you have asked for?"

"Fifty-one percent of Metropolitan shares."

Gu Ling: "..."

"If you’re running Metropolitan, why would your business get overshadowed by Bailemen?"

"I’m not some unscrupulous tycoon; I don’t play the game of crushing competitors," Gu Ling replied. "Besides, if the business boomed too much... I wouldn’t even be able to fake being broke. It’d just be constant bouncing checks and IOUs."

Alright, this lady is surprisingly down-to-earth.

As Zhou Xuan reached the latter stages of the White Tiger Head tattoo, his mind fully focused on his work, leaving little room for conversation.

Feeling a bit bored, Gu Ling reached for the cigarette pack on the coffee table and lit one for herself.

Her face flickered in and out of the curling smoke, and during a break in his tattooing, Zhou Xuan glanced over. In that moment, Miss Gu appeared to possess a kind of enchanting beauty.

Like a seductive demon walking the human world, such a unique allure was hard to find in any other woman.

...

"It’s done."

Zhou Xuan inspected the completed White Tiger Head tattoo and felt immensely satisfied. He gave Gu Ling’s back a couple of firm pats.

Gu Ling somehow tapped into her "divine" mode again. She stood up, and the "王" character etched on the White Tiger’s forehead glowed with a purple light.

"What manner of rodent dares impersonate my human disciple?"

The White Tiger Head was the totem of "Tian Jun."

Don’t be fooled by the intimidating name "Tian Jun" or the majestic look of the tiger’s head. Though its words were domineering, its tone carried a strange, effeminate softness.