Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 295 - 197: I, Ignited the Fire_4

Chapter 295: Chapter 197: I, Ignited the Fire_4

Li Chengfeng spoke.

"What’s the price?" the painter asked.

"Two units of Blood Well Human Brain."

Zhou Xuan hadn’t even thought about asking for two units of "Blood Well Human Brain," but Li Chengfeng, now infected with Zhou Xuan’s habit of "asking for the moon,"

felt the timing was appropriate to demand the exorbitant price and proactively raised the stakes.

"Two units! This price isn’t just high; it’s astronomical." The painter asked the music master, "I’ve heard Yellow Field Prefecture also has a unit of Blood Well Human Brain."

"They do, but why would they give it to us?"

"Because of Heaven’s Fire," the painter replied, "And Yellow Field Prefecture is adjacent to our Mingjiang Prefecture. Hunger wreaks havoc here in Mingjiang but not in their Yellow Field Prefecture? Go persuade them in the next couple of days; get the Human Brain out and put an end to the terror of Hunger."

"I’ll try my best," the music master said helplessly.

"Anything else? If not, we’ll dissolve the meeting."

The painter sought opinions.

"There’s one thing."

Li Chengfeng added, "Zhou Xuan and I need extra manpower for investigating Hunger cases. I’d like to select some people from the City God to assist in the investigation."

"Approved."

The painter agreed.

...

With the meeting adjourned, the painter enjoyed his favorite time — free from official duties, he could either unwind at a recreational venue or leisurely paint at home.

When life slowed down, he felt truly comfortable.

As he stepped out of the Bone Elder Temple to get in the car, Gu Ling approached him and said, "Hua Sichen, I have a document here that needs your special approval."

"Let me see." The painter took Gu Ling’s library entry application for the Ninth District.

On the second-to-last line of the form, the applicant’s name was filled in — Zhou Xuan.

"Zhou Xuan again?"

"You know him too?"

"We’ve crossed paths, that’s all." The painter asked Gu Ling for Zhou Xuan’s borrowing records.

The record listed a variety of books on alchemy.

"Zhou Xuan is interested in this stuff?"

The painter asked Gu Ling.

Gu Ling had fabricated the borrowing records herself, fearing the painter might notice some inconsistencies about Zhou Xuan. She masked her unease with a smiling face and said,

"Who knows? Alchemy isn’t useful for incense offerings, and consuming pills can even harm the body. But some people just enjoy it. If he’s entering the Ninth District, I bet it’s for the alchemy books."

"Let him borrow them, then. Such futile books yield nothing to those who read them."

The painter signed the application form and asked Gu Ling, "When’s he visiting the library?"

"Likely this afternoon."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Gu Ling replied. "I’ll call and notify him shortly."

"Alright then."

The painter handed the application back to Gu Ling and instructed the driver to head home.

As the silver-gray sedan rolled down the street, the painter suddenly told the driver, "Change of plans. Don’t go home yet. Head to Li Yuan Building."

The Bone Elder Association’s library was located on the 19th floor of Li Yuan Building.

...

Yunluo Mountain Range, sacrificial site.

The Copper Coin Priest sat in front of the Human Skin Temple, gazing into Heaven’s Fire as tears of sorrow streamed down his face.

Inside his chest, the "Ancestor Baby" nestled deep within clawed lightly at his blood and flesh, attempting to comfort him.

"Ancestor, Zhou Xuan’s manipulation of the Tree Clan’s Divine Image Tattoos has turned into a masterpiece. Three divine figures are now fused into one Heavenly God. Who would have imagined such a method?"

The Copper Coin Priest sighed.

Just yesterday, through his link, he had caught sight of Zhou Xuan and was ready to "report" him.

He considered sending the Shi Family’s four brothers, who were still in Mingjiang Prefecture, to the Bone Elder Association to expose Zhou Xuan’s attempt to "forge a Fake God."

But,

Given the Tattoo Evil Ghost’s reputation and foul name, any report would effectively become "official authentication."

What he didn’t anticipate was that after Zhou Xuan forged the Fake God, not only did he earn the trust of the Bone Elders, but he actually awakened a real Heavenly God.

Now Heaven’s Fire burned atop Mingjiang Prefecture’s skies, and time was running out for the Ancient Clan.

"Ancestor, what exactly did Zhou Xuan do right to awaken the Heavenly God?"

The Copper Coin Priest’s question received no answer from the Ancestor Baby, which remained silent. Awakening a slumbering God was a feat Jing Country had failed to achieve in over two thousand years — truly an unexplored knowledge domain.

"Should we still wait for the Nuo God’s three sticks of incense?"

Worry filled the Copper Coin Priest’s voice.

At two sticks of incense, Zhou Xuan’s wings were already fully fledged. He had thoroughly infiltrated the two major tangkou of the Divine Stealer and Bone Elder. Allowing him further growth was a terrifying prospect...

Finally, the Ancestor Baby responded, extending its sharp nails and etching the word "wait" into the Copper Coin Priest’s chest.

Waiting was inevitable.

Without the third stick of incense, even capturing Zhou Xuan would yield nothing — just wasted material unable to fulfill the Ancient Clan’s ambitious three-hundred-year plan.

...

Zhou Xuan and crew had just returned home when they noticed Feng Xigui and Lin Xia waiting in their shop.

The married couple held small boxes in their hands and set them on the table once Zhou Xuan arrived.

When Zhou Xuan opened the boxes, a golden glow emanated — two cases of gold.

The Liao Ghost Clan always acted with swift decisiveness.

"Sister Xia, you’re too kind." Zhou Xuan addressed Lin Xia.

"Not at all, not at all. If it weren’t for your help the other day, none of us Liao Ghost Clan members would have survived."

Lin Xia then said to Zhou Xuan, "By the way, we’re here not just to express our gratitude but also to bid farewell. This afternoon, Lao Feng and I are driving back to Ping Shui Prefecture."

"No plans for revenge?" Zhou Xuan asked Lin Xia.

"Revenge has become an extravagance we can no longer afford," Lin Xia replied.

"In the battle against Wuzuo, nearly all four-stick incense fighters from our tangkou perished, and half of the three-stick fighters died too. Our tangkou’s battle strength is too weak; staying in Mingjiang won’t yield much."

"We’ve been here long enough in Mingjiang Prefecture, killed plenty of small-time kidnappers, but we simply can’t handle the remaining ones. They can mobilize the City God and God Traveling Department — forces that we aren’t equipped to deal with."

Zhou Xuan thought for a moment and empathized with Lin Xia. Last time, so many members of the Liao Ghost Clan had shown up at East Market Street, and if he and Lv Mingkun hadn’t arrived in time, those people would have been mowed down like grass.

Witnessing the overwhelming power of high-level fighters, burying their hatred was indeed a practical choice.

"Sister Xia, your clan’s tusks have a cultivation technique to enhance them. Groomed properly, they can amplify your abilities. Want to learn from me?"

Zhou Xuan added, "I can’t say for others, but you personally have excellent talent."

Praising Lin Xia’s natural aptitude wasn’t just idle praise — the Bone Tooth Zhou Xuan possessed originally belonged to Lin Xia’s tusk.

When Yun Ziliang first saw the tusks, he deduced from their length and Lin Xia’s incense cultivation of four sticks that she had remarkable potential in Liao Ghost techniques.

"Is it hard to learn? Will it trouble you, benefactor?"

Lin Xia hesitated, concerned about taxing Zhou Xuan’s energy.

"It’s not difficult. The key is locating your clan’s tusk inscriptions." Zhou Xuan handed his Bone Tooth to Lin Xia, "Take a look at my groomed tusk."

PS: Big Chapter here, seven thousand words. Enjoy your weekend, brothers, mwah!