Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 308 - 201: East Mountain Fox Lady

Chapter 308: Chapter 201: East Mountain Fox Lady

The Suffering Great Scholar quietly admired the bloody tusk in his hand, as if beholding a freshly forged masterpiece.

"How beautiful. Brimming with spiritual essence, its sheer texture reveals the blessings heaven bestowed upon you. Your talent is indeed remarkable,

such innate brilliance within your bones allows me to push my godson toward the seven incense level."

His right hand’s five fingers gradually plunged into Lin Xia’s throat: "Ms. Lin, your daughter was killed by a kidnapper, sparking your hatred. Yet, you fail to grasp the truth of this world: the weak are unworthy of seeking revenge.

The Liao Ghost Hall is far too small. Revenge is a luxury you cannot afford. Now, bid a proper farewell to this world."

The Suffering Great Scholar held six incense levels, and had already progressed significantly along the path of the sixth incense.

Lin Xia, at the fourth incense gazing toward the fifth, was far beneath him.

Even as his fingers pierced her flesh, clutching her fragile throat, she was utterly powerless to resist.

"Before you die, let me turn you into an enlightened ghost. You gathered so many Liao Ghosts to avenge your daughter, yet you don’t even know who the true enemy is—the manner in which your daughter died, the destination of the goods she provided."

"I might as well tell you. Your daughter’s tusks were extracted by Yan Zhongdao—six of them—and she died in excruciating pain..."

The Great Scholar’s icy words pierced Lin Xia’s heart like a spear of frost.

Her chest heaved violently, eyes nearly bursting with blood. Liao Ghost tusks begin growing early in the body, but before they mature, they are akin to bone within the flesh. Forcefully extracting them is the equivalent of tearing bones straight from the living flesh.

Lin Xia felt her daughter’s agony as if it were her own. In that instant, her hatred surged to its peak.

But for the powerless, hatred serves only to punish oneself, nothing more.

"After your daughter’s tusks were removed, they were packed in gift boxes. Three days later, they appeared on the writing desk in my study.

To be honest,

her talent within the Liao Ghost Hall surpassed yours. She was an excellent prey—much better than you."

Thud!

The Great Scholar’s fingers tore through Lin Xia’s throat, blood spilling profusely from her mouth, staining her white nightgown crimson.

The Suffering Scholar released his grip, letting Lin Xia collapse lifeless onto the ground, her eyes still wide open, unable to find peace even in death.

The Great Scholar carefully smoothed the creases on his suit before approaching the wall and activating his Divine Armor, leaving the villa behind.

The nights in Mingjiang Prefecture found lanterns of the Night Patrol God drifting silently through the skies. The Great Scholar, conscious of his sensitive position, exercised extreme caution even in dirty deeds, avoiding the lanterns at all costs.

Killing, he could personally execute; but collecting goods and cleaning up the scene—those tasks naturally fell to others.

Strolling down the streets of the Ye Ming River, the Great Scholar gazed up at the night sky, muttering to himself: "Once Xiao Yu ascends to seven incense levels, he’ll have nothing to fear. The hierarchy in Jing Country—the strong incense levels establish the order. As long as incense levels are high enough, one need not fear any constraints.

The Bone Elder Association demands we Bone Elders uphold justice. Pah! What even is justice? Incense is justice. Tao is the eternal truth."

...

At dawn, Zhou Xuan arose from bed and began his morning routine, checking himself in the mirror. After a solid night’s sleep, much of the deathly aura around him had faded, with the purplish corpse spots on his skin retreating significantly.

"Why are there still so many corpse spots?"

Zhou Xuan twisted his head, glancing left at his neck, then right. Both sides of his neck bore purple blotches.

"I should buy a scarf to cover them up."

He headed downstairs, where Yun Ziliang was already indulging in flamboyant artistic expression.

"Lao Yun, you’re starting this early in the morning?"

"Hey, Xiao Zhou, did you visit a girl last night? Your neck’s marked with two purple stamps by her fragrance?"

Hmm.

Indeed, he had visited a girl.

The girl in question: Tao Hua, the Heavenly God’s wife—three hundred years ago.

"Stop spouting nonsense. You were guarding the first floor. If I visited a girl, wouldn’t you have known?"

Zhou Xuan strode toward the door. He still needed to buy a scarf.

Walking briskly, a thought suddenly struck him:

The Ancient Tattoo Clan began executing their grand plan three hundred years ago, and Yun Ziliang had lived for over three centuries. The clan’s plan should have originated in the same era as Yun Ziliang.

"Lao Yun, back in your youth, did you know a tattoo master?"

"What was the tattoo master called?"

"Peng Sheng."

"..." Yun Ziliang fell silent immediately.

The room remained still for quite some time before Yun Ziliang spoke in a heavy tone: "Where did you hear that name?"

"Oh, wasn’t I studying tattoos in my dreams? Last night I dreamt of this individual."

Of course, the lie was meant for the Ancient Tattoo Clan. Zhou Xuan’s link to the clan remained intact.

Fortunately, the Totem Hall resided in the Unknown Land, shielding Zhou Xuan from their surveillance. Otherwise, descending into the Blood Well would have meant conducting himself before the Ancient Clan itself.

"How are you so adept at dreaming?"

Yun Ziliang seemed on the verge of losing his mind. Zhou Xuan, a mere two incense levels, had managed to comprehend Taoist Secrets through daydreaming, master Ancient Clan tattoos through dreams, and even dreamt of "him."

"Quit wasting time. Just tell me—did you know Peng Sheng or not?"

Zhou Xuan pressed Yun Ziliang for an answer.

"Xiao Zhou, remember how I told you about my tattoo master partner during my Dragon Seeking days?"

"You mean your partner was Peng Wen?" Zhou Xuan detected something in his words.

"Indeed, it was him."

"When you knew him, what incense level was he?"

"Eight levels."