Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 256 - 185: Battle of East Market_3

Chapter 256: Chapter 185: Battle of East Market_3

"As a singer, you need to interact with your audience often. I’m a bit introverted, and my interactions never seem to please the bosses."

"Sing a few lines for me?"

Zhou Xuan couldn’t believe it. With Bai Guang’s looks and aura, she was clearly star material—how could the venue be so lifeless?

"I’ll sing a few lines..."

Bai Guang began singing the hottest song by Gu Ling, "Rose, Rose, I Love You."

The moment she sang, Zhou Xuan understood. Bai Guang hadn’t yet found her own singing style.

Bai Guang’s style was the complete opposite of Gu Ling’s.

Gu Ling’s voice was passionate and dynamic; she sang faster-paced songs with powerful emotional impact. However, Bai Guang’s voice was lazy and relaxed. When she sang fast-paced songs, it felt rushed and uncomfortable.

"You need to rebrand yourself and choose new songs."

"Rebrand?"

Bai Guang hadn’t heard of this concept.

But Zhou Xuan, with his media experience from his previous life, considered branding, hype, trending topics, and hired internet trolls as basic operations.

"Rebranding has two layers of meaning. The first layer is about your singing persona. With your lazy voice, I’ll craft your image as a ’Music Elf.’ Your stage presence and behavior will align with this identity.

The second layer is about your public image. Through newspapers and radio stations, we’ll elevate your image—you could be a celebrity activist, a charity queen, or something else entirely."

"Being a singer isn’t just about singing. Media channels are incredibly important."

"Controlling public opinion is controlling your future."

Speaking of public opinion,

Si Yuer became excited and said, "Brother Zhou, our Si Family also runs a newspaper—the biggest one in Mingjiang Prefecture."

Hmm,

The Si Family’s newspaper was indeed a valuable resource.

"I’ll make a note of it."

Unlike Si Yuer’s carefree attitude, Bai Guang had a lot on her mind. She was surprised by the young man’s knowledge and insight,

and it even influenced her understanding of singing.

"So being a singer really isn’t all about singing?"

"Give me time and media channels, and I can turn an average singer into a popular star."

Zhou Xuan said it casually,

but in his previous life, the media often turned people with horrible singing and acting skills into stars. He had gained plenty of experience in this field.

It was like the story of "The Emperor’s New Clothes"—played out again and again.

His slightly boastful words shocked Bai Guang.

If abstract words like "future" could take physical form, then Bai Guang’s image of "future" currently looked like Zhou Xuan.

Usually shy, she tried to mimic the behavior of other singers and raised her glass solemnly. "Brother Zhou, I’m not good with words, but I want to toast to you."

Zhou Xuan raised his glass as well, saying, "Who knows? Maybe I’ll venture into the entertainment industry someday."

The entertainment industry in Mingjiang Prefecture was far more developed than in Ping Shui Prefecture—and much more lucrative.

As Zhou Xuan progressed along the path of incense fire cultivation, he started to realize the immense power of money.

Take his Bone Teeth, for example.

Fangs of the Liao Ghost, if sold on the kidnapper’s black market, could fetch enough to buy several phonograph machines.

If Zhou Xuan hadn’t leveraged his connections with Lin Xia and Feng Xigui, his few thousand in savings couldn’t have bought the Bone Teeth, even if he spent every penny.

"Brother Zhou, if you enter the entertainment industry, you’ll definitely surpass Bailemen."

Si Yuer was now Zhou Xuan’s most enthusiastic cheerleader.

"We’ll see, we’ll see,"

Zhou Xuan said, raising his glass.

...

Lu Yusheng was furious. Although his severed finger had been reattached with the help of the Bone Elder Association, his dignity had been utterly crushed by Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun.

What made it worse was that the humiliation had occurred right in front of Gu Ling, which was unbearable for him.

"I must kill those two."

Lu Yusheng had planned to act the night before, but he found out that Zhou Xuan was a Tattoo Master.

Young Tattoo Masters typically had Daoist Guardians.

"His Daoist Guardian wasn’t last night’s Wuzuo but must be someone with nearly six incense fire levels of strength."

Anyone above six incense fire levels entering Mingjiang Prefecture would be detected by Magic Artifacts, but recently, no Tattoo Master above six incense fire levels had entered Mingjiang.

"If the Daoist Guardian is close to six incense levels, and last night’s Wuzuo was at least four incense levels,"

without City God Armor, Lu Yusheng had no guarantee of victory.

One man couldn’t handle this alone, so he’d need reinforcements—perhaps the City God’s night watchmen.

But as soon as the night watchmen heard the target was Zhou Xuan, they refused outright, knowing Zhou Xuan had a close connection to Li Chengfeng. Volunteering to fight him would be like carrying a lantern into a latrine—courting death.

Especially Zhang Yifeng, a night watchman who had met Zhou Xuan before. Not only did he refuse to go, but he also mocked Lu Yusheng,

"Lord Zhi Jia, the man’s a friend of Lord Shu and backed by the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s Daoist Guardian. Asking us to deal with him—do you think we’re all like you, little golden monkeys suckling giraffe milk, always aiming for the highest?"

"Mr. Lu, be careful—don’t end up with two big kicks to the chest instead of the milk."

Lu Yusheng was further incensed by Zhang Yifeng’s taunts.

All his frustrations coalesced into a fiery determination within him.

He swore to use that fire to burn Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun to ashes.

"Today, I’ll apply for City God Armor and go solo to kill Zhou Xuan."

Lu Yusheng made up his mind. Yet by dusk, he saw an incense stick marked with the character "Monument."

It was Monument King, the third-in-command of Tangkou, summoning him.

When Lu Yusheng reached the City God Tangkou, Monument King approved his use of City God Armor.

"Tonight, the kidnappers are planning to strike—kill the Liao Ghost at East Market Street. They’re short-handed and asked for my help. Go handle it smoothly and efficiently."