Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 306 - 200 Peach Blossom Girl_3

Chapter 306: Chapter 200 Peach Blossom Girl_3

From Zhou Xuan’s current perspective, the Ancient Tattoo Clan’s tattoos and his tattoos are completely different categories.

It’s somewhat akin to "Dragon Seeking," which divides into perception and acupoint, and the Bone Elder Association, which separates pain and prayer.

The most compelling evidence lies in the tattoo patterns of Peng Long and Peng Hu, which were never taught by the Blood Tree.

The Blood Tree had already taught Zhou Xuan six incenses worth of tattoo maps, but Peng Long and Peng Hu’s tattoos had not appeared.

Either Peng Long and Peng Hu’s cultivation level has already surpassed six incenses, and their tattoo maps come later in the sequence—which Zhou Xuan has not yet learned given his current progress—or the tattoos of the Ancient Clan and the Tree Clan have already diverged into two distinct streams, with vastly different tattoo maps.

Peng Long and Peng Hu definitely do not have six incenses, otherwise, Mingjiang Prefecture’s Magic Artifact would have already perceived them.

Thus, there’s only one possibility: the Ancient Clan’s tattoos and the Tree Clan’s tattoos have already formed two branches within the Tangkou.

Although they are two branches, Zhou Xuan feels that the Ancient Clan’s tattoos are overly domineering.

Those members of the Ancient Clan, after tattooing themselves, seem to raise an Evil Ghost within their bodies. This Evil Ghost assists them in killing, with tremendous power and destructive capabilities.

But the Tree Clan’s tattoos are all about helping others. For instance, the "Flower-picking Finger" tattoo helped Si Yuer suppress the Blood Well Madness, and the "Tian Jun, Zhu You" tattoo prolonged Gu Ling’s lineage...

Helping others was indeed commendable. Zhou Xuan had made quite a bit of wealth and human connections using this approach.

Yet, the fact that tattoos couldn’t help himself left Zhou Xuan puzzled—tattoos were renowned, but surely their reputation couldn’t have been built solely on helping others.

"Of course not," Peng Sheng said. "Have you ever learned the White Tiger Head tattoo from ’Tian Jun’?"

"I have."

"Then watch closely."

Peng Sheng pointed forward, and a Bone Needle flew out from his sleeve. It danced in the air like iron branches and silver hooks, drawing continuously until it materialized into a suspended White Tiger Head tattoo.

"See that? This tattoo doesn’t need to be applied to human skin; it can exist independently."

Peng Sheng shouted toward the direction of the White Tiger Head tattoo: "Open the gate to the netherworld."

The White Tiger Head in the tattoo emitted a series of low growls, its intimidating sound pressure spreading. Out of nowhere, a faint black mist appeared ahead, forming a massive black gate.

From the gate, wandering souls constantly emerged. As they passed by Zhou Xuan, the temperature around him dropped noticeably.

"Did you see? The Tree Clan’s tattoos, when mastered to a pure level, can manifest Divine Power."

Peng Sheng explained.

The White Tiger Head is the totem of "Tian Jun." Tian Jun can open the gate between the netherworld and the human world.

Zhou Xuan watched in awe, unable to believe that the Tree Clan’s tattoos could be so formidable.

"Indeed, the phrase ’tattoo maps borrowing Divine Power’ is no exaggeration," Peng Sheng added. "The Tree Clan bases its Tangkou abilities on twenty-four Divine Images. Each Tangkou disciple performs tattoos daily to accumulate divine incense, thereby gaining insights—comprehending how the divine aura takes form.

Over time, with sufficient mastery, Bone Teeth can condense Divine Tattoos mid-air, unleashing Divine Means."

Zhou Xuan listened, captivated. He recalled hearing from his Fifth Senior Brother that all Tangkou using tools as weapons employed similar methods. Now, he realized that tattooing with Bone Needles was far more complex than he initially thought.

"Your current perception is shallow; tattoos merely serve others as their adornments. But later, as your understanding deepens, incense accumulates, and Bone Teeth harmonizes with your intent—you’ll then comprehend the true essence of the twenty-four Divine Images."

Peng Sheng’s guidance made Zhou Xuan understand much he hadn’t before.

By then, the two of them had reached Peng Town.

The town was expansive, with an extraordinarily grand and robust peach tree at the center. Around the town streets, stone houses were scattered, and the streets were bustling with people, their faces filled with friendliness. As they passed by Peng Sheng, they bent down in respect, casting peculiar glances at Zhou Xuan.

Though the gazes were unusual, they carried no hostility.

"The people of Peng Town are all my clansmen. Outsiders rarely enter the town, so your unfamiliar face naturally arouses curiosity."

Peng Sheng led Zhou Xuan into a spacious stone house, where a young lady dressed in a flowing skirt was feeding white silkworms with mulberry leaves in the courtyard.

"Brother, you’re back? Who is he?"

"He’s Brother Zhou, who shares a deep affinity with our Tattoo Tangkou. As night has fallen, and there are ominous ghosts outside the town, I feared he would struggle to handle them, so I invited him to stay overnight."

Peng Sheng then introduced Zhou Xuan: "This is my younger sister, chosen by our Tree Clan to be the Peach Blossom Girl."

Fearing Zhou Xuan might not understand what "Peach Blossom Girl" meant, Peng Sheng explained: "A Peach Blossom Girl is a woman chosen to marry a Heavenly God. The Ancestor Tree of our Tattoo Tree Clan is a peach tree."

The peach tree he referred to was, in fact, the Blood Tree from the Totem Hall.

Zhou Xuan found himself increasingly curious as Peng Sheng continued his tale and asked, "Brother Peng, aside from the Zhu Family’s Nuo God, are there other Heavenly Gods who have not fallen?"

"The Heavenly God of our Tree Clan has already fallen. Our current plan is to use the Heavenly God’s ritual to merge three divine spirits from the Heavenly Dome to create a new Heavenly God."

Create a Heavenly God?

Zhou Xuan propped his cheek thoughtfully—could this be the grand plan of the Ancient Tattoo Clan spanning three centuries?

"The Heavenly God ritual begins tomorrow afternoon. Brother Zhou, would you like to stay and witness it?"

"I’m just an outsider; wouldn’t it be inappropriate?"

Zhou Xuan feigned hesitation, though inwardly he was eager to stay and observe the ritual. This Heavenly God ceremony might very well mark the onset of the Ancient Clan’s grand plan.

"You are practically half a disciple of the Tree Clan’s tattoos now; you’re not considered an outsider."

Two of Zhou Xuan’s six incenses were intertwined—one with the storyteller and one with the tattoos. Being called half a tattoo disciple seemed reasonable.

"Then I shall stay and witness it."

Zhou Xuan had just agreed when he suddenly felt a tightening sensation around his waist,