Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 271 - 190 Bone Elder Gathering_2

Chapter 271: Chapter 190 Bone Elder Gathering_2

Zhou Xuan didn’t wait for Li Chengfeng to respond before withdrawing from his descent state.

...

Zhou Family’s Troupe was bustling with activity, and they set up five tables overnight. The masters and apprentices who hadn’t gone to bed gathered in the courtyard to drink and play drinking games.

The reason for the feast was because Zhou Lingyi and Yuan Buyu were both feeling joyful.

After Zhou Xuan defeated Lu Yusheng, it symbolized that he had officially secured his place in Jing Country’s Jianghu. He was no longer the kind of weed that bent in whichever direction the wind blew.

Zhou Lingyi was very pleased with her younger brother’s growth, and she wouldn’t have to worry as much going forward.

Meanwhile, Yuan Buyu was thrilled that his apprentice had achieved something remarkable. He couldn’t contain his happiness and insisted on cooking dishes for a late-night feast himself.

At the feast, Yu Zhengyuan draped a coat over his shoulders and, despite not smoking, held a cigarette in his mouth while persuading everyone to drink.

"Eat and drink as much as you want—be bold, like Xuanzi. Everyone knows how promising our junior apprentice is. He hasn’t been in Mingjiang Prefecture for long and he’s already bought a car—a Mei Ken! That roar of the engine when it starts... marvelous."

The senior apprentice enjoyed narrating Zhou Xuan’s rise and felt a surge of satisfaction.

Zhou Lingyi was sipping some yellow wine when she suddenly noticed a lantern.

She grasped the lantern, and new information coagulated in her mind.

"Three sticks of incense and then they’ll act?"

"The Legend of the Hundred Spirits is Mu Hua... that naive-looking boy who looks exactly like my brother?"

She shot a glance at Yuan Buyu, who was bringing dishes to the table.

Yuan Buyu put down the dish and quickly walked over to her.

"Younger brother has found the White Bone Legend."

Zhou Lingyi described Mu Hua’s traits to Yuan Buyu.

"A naive-looking boy who looks identical to Xuanzi? He’s the Legend of the Hundred Spirits?"

"Yes, I’ve connected with him through the Ancestor Tree before. He’s undoubtedly an innocent soul—not pretending either. Xia Jin even used a magic artifact on East Market Street to examine people, and Mu Hua didn’t have a trace of incense presence on him."

Yuan Buyu thought for a moment and then said, "That’s probably why the Ancient Tattoo Clan couldn’t find the Legend of the Hundred Spirits. It’s good that our apprentice found him first. As long as we protect him and prevent the Ancient Tattoo Clan from interfering, even amid the three sticks of incense timeline, they won’t be able to enter Mingjiang Prefecture.

If they can’t enter Mingjiang Prefecture, our apprentice will surely remain safe. Anyone from the Ancient Clan below six sticks of incense trying to cause trouble will be marching to their doom."

Zhou Xuan was the bane of the Ancient Tattoo Clan. With the Sukuna Hand, he could extract tattoos, and his powerful perception could corrupt tattoos, forcing their transformation.

"I’ll have Xia Jin keep watch on the Legend of the Hundred Spirits in the days to come," Zhou Lingyi said.

...

"That kid Hua Zi is mostly guarded by me, but my sister will likely assign people to cover him too. If the Ancient Tattoo Clan can’t find the Legend of the Hundred Spirits, they won’t be able to enact their plan to pin me down in Mingjiang Prefecture.

They want me dead, but for that, I must leave Mingjiang Prefecture first. For now, things feel much safer."

Zhou Xuan was in high spirits as he fiddled with the Divine Armor.

This piece of armor, engraved with inscriptions from the Blood Well, now felt like a yellow turtle shell.

"But of what use is it?"

Zhou Xuan was still trying to figure it out when his ears caught the sound of the song "Rose, Rose, I Love You."

"Lao Yun, you bastard!"

"People are trying to sleep in the middle of the night, and you’re blaring songs—such passionate ones too. How’s anyone supposed to sleep?"

"I really feel like going downstairs to smack the back of Lao Yun’s head."

Just as the thought crossed his mind,

the Divine Armor in Zhou Xuan’s hand suddenly radiated with golden light.

The next moment, Zhou Xuan’s body sank, and he appeared in the lobby on the first floor.

Yun Ziliang was listening to music and getting carried away with himself, imitating the dancers from the Metropolitan’s show. He placed his hands on his hips, swayed his torso, and kicked his legs around—a flamboyant display.

He was in the zone, but suddenly noticed Zhou Xuan standing there in nothing but boxers, holding the Divine Armor and gawking at him with wide eyes.

The scene was utterly mortifying.

Yun Ziliang was stunned.

Zhou Xuan was also stunned.

"You... you... what are you doing?"

Yun Ziliang, flustered and almost distraught, squeezed out a "whistle tone" in his efforts to speak.

Zhou Xuan raised his hand apologetically and said, "Sorry, Lao Yun, I honestly didn’t expect you to dance like this in the middle of the night."

"This isn’t just dancing; this is art."

"Sorry again; didn’t realize your art would look so provocative."

Yun Ziliang: "..."

...

The Li Yuan Building, a highly modern skyscraper,

hosted a meeting in its first-floor conference room. At the long table, Gu Ling and the Suffering Scholar sat in prominent positions.

Gu Ling was the Bone Elder Association’s "Divine Communicator,"

while the Suffering Scholar held the divine office of "Chao Feng."

These two divine figures were presiding over this ad-hoc gathering.

Seated along the conference table were Li Chengfeng, the Sect Leader, Qing Feng, and Witch Shang Wenjun.

The Sect Leader, as the Master of the City God, had lost two top-notch fighters from the Tangkou overnight and was seething with anger. He slammed the table and spoke to the Suffering Scholar:

"Great Scholar, our Tangkou demands an explanation for today’s events."

"An explanation? The explanation is that Lu Yusheng colluded with kidnappers, causing havoc in East Market Street and being lawfully executed by Zhang Yifeng."

Li Chengfeng retorted.

"Then what about Lord Bei?"

"Lord Bei couldn’t bear Lu Yusheng’s death. For his adopted son’s sake, he sought revenge against Zhang Yifeng. Zhou Xuan, finding it intolerable, revealed the Divine Bone Token.

Lord Bei saw the token but insisted on killing Zhou Xuan, disregarding our Bone Elder Association entirely. I arrived and moved to detain Lord Bei for the Bone Elder prison.

Yet Lord Bei resisted and still wanted to kill Zhang Yifeng and Zhou Xuan. That’s when Lord Hua of Ping Shui Prefecture couldn’t stand by any longer and killed Lord Bei."

Li Chengfeng narrated the chain of events while embellishing them "just a little."

As soon as he finished speaking, the City God’s Second Master, Qing Feng, found a flaw in Li Chengfeng’s account and said:

"You claim Lu Yusheng colluded with kidnappers? That’s slandering our City God’s reputation. Great Scholar, I demand a thorough investigation into the City God, examining everyone from top to bottom, to see if anyone from the City God has ever allied with those vile kidnappers."

The Sect Leader and the Great Scholar quietly cursed in their hearts—bringing up the sorest topic imaginable.

Fortunately, the Suffering Scholar was thick-skinned. After coughing lightly, he regained his composure, gently tapped the table, and redirected the topic:

"Regarding Lu Yusheng, the speculated involvement with kidnappers remains unclear, so let’s set that aside for now. But Lord Bei’s case merits discussion.

Grieving for his adopted son, Lord Bei acted out of anguish and lost some rationality. It’s understandable. However, Lord Hua’s lethal response was somewhat heavy-handed, and the Old Hall must address this."

Turning to Witch Shang Wenjun for her opinion, the Scholar paused.

Shang Wenjun, speaking unhurriedly, replied:

"Great Scholar, I don’t follow your reasoning. Zhou Xuan is Lord Hua’s younger brother.

Acting out of grief for his adopted son is human nature. Acting out to protect one’s younger brother isn’t?

Moreover, Lord Bei’s death can hardly be pinned solely on Lord Hua. People from the City God found an arrow belonging to Ping Shui Prefecture’s Lord Jian at the site. Shouldn’t Lord Jian be summoned here and held accountable as well?"

The mention of Lord Jian made the Sect Leader’s expression shift.

The God Traveling Department of Ping Shui Prefecture was notoriously assertive—their members trained elsewhere before returning to serve locally.

Ping Shui Prefecture lacked deities but was known for producing prodigies.

And Lord Jian himself was the epitome of a true "Divine Communicator."

No one dared respond, which made Shang Wenjun’s temper flare. Her words grew sharper:

"When Lord Jian is brought up, no one answers. But the Great Scholar demands our Old Hall’s Lord Hua provide an explanation? Picking the weak to bully while fearing the strong? Have things gotten so comfortable here that you treat our Old Hall as an easy target with low incense power?"

Fixing her gaze on the Sect Leader, Shang Wenjun continued, "If incense matters decide who’s right, Sect Leader, I, Miss Shang, am willing to spar with you.

If you can’t beat me, I doubt you stand a chance against Lord Hua."

The Sect Leader frowned but didn’t want to face off against the Witch. Her provocation had cut deep, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down entirely, and he growled:

"Shang Wenjun, don’t push your luck. We came here to talk, not fight. But if it must come to blows, so be it—I’m not afraid of you."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three sharp bangs echoed as the Suffering Scholar, already quite furious, stood up to reprimand:

"This ad-hoc gathering is meant to peacefully find solutions and resolve issues—not a venue for fighting. Is this a martial arts arena?

Witch Wenjun’s point earlier was valid—Lord Bei’s reaction was human nature, and Lord Hua’s was too. But the resulting damage was far worse.

Given this, neither side will bear responsibility. But since Lord Bei is dead, Lord Hua should attend his funeral, pay condolences in Jianghu style, and offer his family settlement funds."

"Great Scholar, biased much toward Lord Bei?"

Gu Ling, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up.

PS: Brothers, there’s some family matters today, so just one Chapter for now. The second Chapter will be updated tomorrow morning.