Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 305 - 200 Peach Blossom Girl_2

Chapter 305: Chapter 200 Peach Blossom Girl_2

The boatman saw Zhou Xuan standing upright on the shore and thought he might be a potential customer, so he shouted loudly.

No one was around Zhou Xuan, so it was clear the boatman’s loud voice wasn’t directed at the young man on the boat.

"He can see me?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly realized that the time reversal in the Blood Well was different from that of the Wash Away Injustice Talisman.

Using the Wash Away Injustice Talisman to return to the past created merely an image of the past, but the Blood Well’s time reversal brought him into an actual, vivid reality.

"I don’t need to cross the river; just taking in the scenery," Zhou Xuan replied reluctantly, then turned and walked toward the main road along the shore.

His time reversal wasn’t rootless; it used the bond between the Blood Tree and the Ancient Tattoo Clan to bring him here.

The Blood Tree wouldn’t send him randomly; it had to be tied to the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s grand plan,

but in this desolate riverbank, where was there any trace of the Ancient Tattoo Clan?

"Let’s keep looking," Zhou Xuan muttered to himself.

The boatman, seeing Zhou Xuan wasn’t a customer, stopped calling out and instead continued singing his mountain songs as he rowed his small boat to the shore.

"Dear customer, we’ve arrived ashore!"

The boatman reminded the young man on the boat.

"Oh."

The young man raised his head. As he retrieved some broken silver from his belt pouch to pay for the ferry, he also observed Zhou Xuan walking farther away and called out,

"Are you not a local, little brother?"

The young man slung his belt pouch over his shoulder, cupped one hand around his mouth, and shouted toward Zhou Xuan.

"Indeed, I’m not."

Zhou Xuan stopped and replied to the young man.

"The sky will darken soon, and this area is haunted by Evil Ghosts and malevolent spirits. Walking around recklessly is dangerous; you may lose your life."

The young man quickened his pace and caught up to Zhou Xuan, saying, "There’s a Peng Town nearby. I’m from there. If you don’t mind, you can come to my home for the night. Start traveling again tomorrow—it’s not too late."

"In that case, I’d gratefully accept your offer."

Having traveled three hundred years back to the past, Zhou Xuan no longer needed to be excessively cautious.

"Within the time reversal of the Blood Well, there is neither life nor death. But one must beware the whispers of the gods; those who gain insight within the Well must remember this,"

the talismanic script had warned Zhou Xuan. In the Blood Well’s reversal, the concept of "life and death" ceased to apply.

Since there was no danger of death, what was there to fear?

Besides, he had a fixed time limit in the Well—he had to ascend within the span of three sticks of incense. If he treaded on eggshells the whole way, he’d accomplish nothing.

Therefore, when the young man extended an "olive branch," Zhou Xuan readily accepted.

"Since you’ve agreed, little brother, let’s travel together. My surname is Peng; my name is Peng Sheng. May I ask your name?"

"Zhou Xuan."

Zhou Xuan introduced himself to Peng Sheng.

"Well then, Brother Zhou, meeting is fate. You can stay at my place tonight—we can have a few cups of yellow wine to dispel the fatigue."

Peng Sheng was so hospitable that Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but suspect his motives. How could someone be this welcoming without harboring some secret intention?

If not, why wasn’t Peng Sheng wary of Zhou Xuan being a potential scoundrel?

Zhou Xuan immediately extended his Perception into Peng Sheng’s body.

To his shock, as soon as his Perception entered, it dissipated naturally into nothingness, like a stone sinking into the sea.

"Is this man’s skill too profound, or has my Perception lost its effectiveness in this reversed world?"

Zhou Xuan was astonished. Ever since his spiritual awakening, his Perception had never encountered boundaries. Empowered by the golden Moon Wheel of the Blood Well, his Perception had reached its peak. Yet, someone had effortlessly unraveled it.

"Brother Zhou, although you only possess two sticks’ worth of Incense Fire, your Perception surpasses that of many masters with seven sticks. Remarkable, truly remarkable."

Not only had Peng Sheng dispelled Zhou Xuan’s Perception, but he also casually discerned Zhou Xuan’s Incense Fire Level.

"I’m merely playing tricks before an expert. May I ask, Brother Peng, how many sticks of Incense Fire do you possess?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Peng Sheng gestured an "eight" with his fingers.

Eight sticks of incense?

Zhou Xuan was rendered speechless. No wonder Peng Sheng dared to be so warm and welcoming, without a trace of fear that Zhou Xuan might be a villain—

—if someone betrayed his hospitality, Peng Sheng would have no trouble dealing with them with his Incense Fire expertise.

"Brother Peng, you are truly skilled and good-hearted. I’d like to ask you something: do you know if the Ancient Tattoo Clan resides nearby?"

"Brother Zhou, I am the High Priest of the Tattoo Clan."

"..." Zhou Xuan.

No wonder the Blood Tree had sent him to such a godforsaken riverbank.

"Outsiders may call us the Ancient Tattoo Clan, but we Tattooed Clan folk like to refer to ourselves as the Tree Clan. You must know the origins of the Tree Clan’s name. From you, I can sense the presence of a Bone Needle."

Before someone as skilled as Peng Sheng, Zhou Xuan found it difficult to keep any secrets.

"You’re the Zhou Family’s Nuo God, aren’t you?" Peng Sheng probed further.

Zhou Xuan had no choice but to admit it and then added, "I came here because of rumors circulating in the Jianghu—saying the Tree Clan intends to nail the Nuo God..."

"I wonder who’s been spreading such nonsense. The Tattoo Tree Clan has no enmity with the Zhou Family’s Nuo God. Why would we nail the Nuo God?"

Peng Sheng seemed to have no reason to deceive Zhou Xuan. If he wanted to, with his level of skill, he could have easily nailed Zhou Xuan to the spot already.

"At this current time, the Ancient Clan hasn’t started the plan to nail the Nuo God. The grand scheme of the Ancient Clan hasn’t even begun."

Realizing this, Zhou Xuan decided not to pursue the matter further and simply followed Peng Sheng toward Peng Town.

On the way, Zhou Xuan took the opportunity to inquire about Tree Clan Tattoos from Peng Sheng.

An eight-incense Tattoo Master was not someone you could stumble upon at will.

The advice of a Tangkou expert was an exceedingly rare chance.

"Brother Peng, my second Tangkou focuses on Tree Clan Tattoos. I’ve learned many tattoo maps, but the vast majority of them seem to serve others while being of no use to me."

This was one of Zhou Xuan’s concerns regarding cultivating the "Tattoo Tangkou," and as his progress accelerated, this issue was becoming increasingly evident.