Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 280 - 193 Fake God_3

Chapter 280: Chapter 193 Fake God_3

Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang stared at Zhou Xuan for a long while, then finally gave a thumbs-up and said,

"You, kid, you’re planning to use a puppet infused with Heavenly God Aura to fool the entire Bone Elder Association? Your guts know no limits. But thinking about it carefully... it actually makes sense. The ’God of Suffering and Calamity’ is the highest deity worshipped by the Bone Elder Association,

and none of them have ever actually seen a Heavenly God. Even if your method has a few tiny flaws, they won’t notice. One word: brilliant.

How on earth did you come up with such a wicked scheme?"

Zhou Xuan explained the whole "Buddha toy" incident and finally concluded: "Life is the best teacher."

"You’re truly wicked, kid," Yun Ziliang remarked. "But your plan has a high feasibility rate, plus, you have a natural advantage."

What? I have an advantage?

"You possess the Sukuna Hand, which carries the aura of a true Heavenly God. Although it originates from the Nuo God, that aura can be modified."

"How can it be modified?"

"Watch this..."

Yun Ziliang pulled out a piece of paper, grabbed an ink brush, and sketched a design on the paper.

The design depicted a heart, and on its surface stood a ginkgo tree.

"The heart is the totem of the Painful God. Legend has it that he became a Heavenly God after offering his vital organs to the heavens and earth, with the heart being the first organ he sacrificed.

The ginkgo tree represents the Ancestor Tree of the Painful God.

Using your blood, trace this totem, and your Nuo God aura will transform into the aura of the Painful God.

Not only would it fool those Bone Elders, but even if the God of Suffering and Calamity were to awaken and see the puppet you’re manipulating, they’d hesitate for a moment!"

The saying "birds of a feather flock together" certainly applies here; when it comes to scheming and deceit, Yun Ziliang and Zhou Xuan share a kindred spirit.

"Heh heh, I feel like we’re a little like partners in crime," Yun Ziliang chuckled slyly.

Zhou Xuan corrected Yun Ziliang: "How is this ’partners in crime’? It’s called kindred spirits, complementing each other’s strengths, and progressing together. But, is that totem of yours reliable?"

"Have you forgotten what our ancestors did? State Preceptors, overseeing the Qintianjian, mastering one or two Heavenly God totems is as easy as pie."

"Hmm, very good."

With Yun Ziliang’s suggestion, Zhou Xuan upgraded his method of forging a fake Heavenly God to version 2.0.

"I can already imagine the ’wisest’ Bone Elder kneeling in worship before our puppet. Ah, how satisfying it would be to witness that!"

Yun Ziliang’s obsession with stirring things up was akin to a moth drawn to a flame.

Zhou Xuan poked Yun Ziliang’s back and said, "Lao Yun, you want to watch the show, right? Fine, I’ll tattoo all four designs onto your body. You see, you’re half-human and half-ghost, perfectly fitting the criteria for the Puppet Map’s corpse..."

"Get the hell out of here! Faking a Heavenly God is no small task—a burden too heavy and dark for my frail body to bear!"

...

Having completed the "Wordless Heavenly Scripture," Zhou Xuan was now just waiting for the Taoist corpse procured by Li Chengfeng to arrive at his door.

By evening, there was still no sign of him. Li Chengfeng was nowhere to be found, but instead, Zhou Xuan received a call from Song Ling.

Zhou Xuan picked up the phone,

and Song Ling calmly said on the other end: "Hello, Young Master, it’s me, Song Ling. Here’s the latest news from the Bone Elder Association: at tomorrow’s gathering, Li Chengfeng is to be executed. The one assigned to kill him is me, per the Music Master’s orders."

"Who’s the Music Master?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The Music Master is Zhong Guan, the second Divine Office of the Bone Elder Association. Tell Li Chengfeng to stop being stubborn and leave Mingjiang Prefecture tonight. I am the Night Patrol Deity, so I’ll turn a blind eye."

"So even after resigning and leaving the Bone Elder Association, Lao Li still can’t escape?"

"Impossible."

"So when the gathering starts, that’s when you’ll act?"

"Not exactly. The gathering follows a process. I’ll act during the segment where we worship the Heavenly Official. Why are you asking all this?"

"Just curious, asking casually."

Zhou Xuan told Song Ling, "Alright, I got it. I’ll inform Lao Li."

"Young Master, don’t forget what you promised me—to recommend a Song Ling."

"Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten."

Zhou Xuan hung up the phone, went upstairs to the Secret Realm, and walked into Fei Yue.

"Lao Li, I’m descending. Be ready."

"Lao Li, I’m descending. Be ready."

Zhou Xuan repeated himself several times and finally got a response from Li Chengfeng.

"High Priest, my days are numbered. Don’t waste your time on a dead man like me."

"I said, I’m descending!"

Zhou Xuan sensed Li Chengfeng’s spirit wavering and immediately spoke in a domineering tone.

Li Chengfeng couldn’t out-stubborn him, so he sat cross-legged on the bed.

Whoosh!

A flash of white light, and Zhou Xuan descended into Li Chengfeng’s body.

"High Priest."

"Lao Li, what are you up to here?"

Zhou Xuan noticed a brazier in the room with half-burned black-and-white photos in it, as well as handwritten drafts scattered messily on the floor.

"Song Ling already contacted me, told me to flee Mingjiang Prefecture overnight," Li Chengfeng said. "If I don’t leave, tomorrow’s gathering will be my death sentence."

"I don’t want to run anymore. At my age, where could I even run to? I’ve dedicated my entire life to the Bone Elder Association. Apart from Hui Feng Medical College, I have nowhere else to go."

This overwhelming despair made Zhou Xuan suspect that if he’d reached out to Li Chengfeng any later, the old man might have already chosen to ’exit’ on his own terms.

The burning photos and drafts were Li Chengfeng’s way of bidding farewell to this world.

"Lao Li, get your motherfucking act together. The Bone Elder Association can’t touch you—I guarantee it!"

"High Priest, I know your powers are vast, but..."

"But my ass! I’m asking you—did you prepare the Taoist’s corpse or not?"

"It’s been prepared."

"Good. If it’s ready, bring that Taoist’s corpse along with the Heavenly Official Blessing tattoos to my shop. Once you’re here, you’ll see... at tomorrow’s gathering of the Bone Elder Association, it doesn’t matter which Divine Office, they’ll all bow to you in submission."