Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 436 - 232 Spiritual Communication Characteristic_2

Chapter 436: Chapter 232 Spiritual Communication Characteristic_2

"Qing Feng, the person in the room is Yan Zhongdao. He has refined human skin and can transform into anyone’s appearance, similar to an actor’s face-changing technique.

By the way, I’ve been in Mingjiang Prefecture for so long. Why haven’t I seen the Actor Hall here?"

"They moved out suddenly a few days ago. Why they moved, you should already know."

Qing Feng was the Mountain Guardian of Mingjiang Prefecture. He had some connections with the God Traveling Department of Mingjiang Prefecture.

He had long heard rumors that the Zhou Family’s Troupe destroyed the Actor Hall branch in Ping Shui Prefecture overnight, and Zhou Lingyi even declared that if the actors dared to step into Ping Shui Prefecture again, they’d be slaughtered one by one.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, everything became clear to him.

His sister Zhou Lingyi used to be the Night Patrol God of Mingjiang Prefecture, closely tied to Mingjiang Prefecture’s politics. Since she forbade the actors from entering Ping Shui Prefecture, they naturally wouldn’t dare linger in Mingjiang Prefecture either.

Just a small hall, offending the Witch - how could they survive? They could only flee early to evade catastrophe.

"Yan Zhongdao’s memories didn’t contain any information about Mo Tingsheng’s whereabouts. Luckily, yesterday I teamed up with the Painter to capture Mr. Feng.

Once Mr. Feng is brought back by Old Hua, I’ll interrogate him myself. I refuse to believe that the Hall Master of the Kidnapper Hall wouldn’t know Mo Tingsheng’s exact location."

At the mention of Mr. Feng, Qing Feng was suddenly shocked and asked Zhou Xuan, "You and Lord Hua captured Mr. Feng?"

"Yes, we chased him across four prefectures and finally caught him on Zhuanlun Snow Mountain in Snow Plain Prefecture. That guy is otherwise unremarkable, but when it comes to running, he’s exceptional."

Zhou Xuan spoke casually, but Qing Feng’s pupils widened.

Anyone who had worked in the God Traveling Department in Mingjiang Prefecture had heard of Mr. Feng’s reputation:

In a single day, he had killed seven Bone Elders, forcing the Bone Elder Association’s Saint Heir and Saintess to negotiate cautiously with him.

Also, whenever a Night Patrol deity aggressively struck against kidnappers in the past, they would receive a warning from Mr. Feng; if ignored, they would die the next day.

For this recent lightning strike against the Kidnapper Hall’s base, Qing Feng carried the resolve to die.

He was certain Mr. Feng would kill him, and he knew he couldn’t outmatch Mr. Feng.

Still, he wasn’t afraid.

He was Mingjiang’s "breeze" under the City God’s domain. Before, his actions had been suppressed by the Overseer, leaving him unable to accomplish much.

Now that the Overseer was gone, he aimed to fully unleash himself, confronting the evils of Mingjiang head-on. This breeze was destined to blow unrestrained.

As long as Qing Feng existed, he feared no death.

Yet now, he who had prepared himself for certain death—Mingjiang’s deadly weapon Mr. Feng—had been directly subdued by Zhou Xuan and the Painter?

How was Mr. Feng, almost invincible, captured? Could it have been Lord Hua’s mastery of Space Law?

As Qing Feng silently pondered, he became so stunned that words eluded him. After the shock wore off, an inexplicable sense of exhilaration took over—a feeling of escaping certain death. He originally thought he would die, but Mr. Feng ended up dead before him.

"If the Painter brings Mr. Feng back, look for me later. For now, I’ll head to the Bone Elder Association’s medical academy to check the progress of the Buddha Mantra."

Zhou Xuan draped his arm around Zhang Yifeng’s shoulder and asked Qing Feng, "If I take Zhang Xingling with me, you’ll still be able to contact me anytime, right?"

"Young Master, just call me Little Zhang," Zhang Yifeng replied weakly.

Qing Feng nodded, saying, "Each of us in the City God Order has our own secret communication channel, so yes, we can reach you anytime."

"Alright then, Zhang Xingling, take me to the medical academy."

"Little Zhang, Young Master."

"It’s just a name—don’t be so particular." Zhou Xuan left with a smirking Zhang Yifeng.

After Zhou Xuan left the City God Main Hall, Supervisor Li Zheng nervously spoke to Qing Feng, "Second Master, Young Master is a little... unnerving. He consumed every part of Yan Zhongdao’s corpse."

"Yan Zhongdao committed countless murders; slaying him is a justice anyone would perform. Young Master is merely enforcing divine righteousness. Why call it unnerving?"

"But what if Young Master develops a habit of eating human flesh...?"

"If you don’t understand, don’t speak nonsense. Each Liao Ghost is filled with spirit bones, yet Young Master didn’t so much as touch them.

Consuming flesh and blood—Young Master has a clear boundary in this regard. He’s different from those kidnappers."

"Second Master, I feel like you’ve changed recently. Your moral boundaries seem more... flexible."

Li Zheng knew Qing Feng well. He was uncompromising in his principles. If it involved consuming human flesh, he wouldn’t have tolerated it under normal circumstances, much less gone out of his way to defend Zhou Xuan.

"It’s that my thinking has become more flexible. In the past, I clashed head-on with the Overseer—did it bring me any benefit?

But Young Master’s methods are far more adaptable. Within just a few days, he’s bonded with the Painter as if they’ve known each other for years.

The Music Master, who’s always been proud and aloof, holds Young Master in high regard.

I’ve only recently understood that the path of good and evil lies in negotiation, utilizing finesse. Blind strength or clumsiness only leads to failure."

Qing Feng instructed Wang Xu to clean up Yan Zhongdao’s white bones, then told Li Zheng:

"Today’s events are a good example. From the time Young Master entered the Main Hall to now, it hasn’t even been half an hour, yet he has already thoroughly uncovered Yan Zhongdao’s secrets.

His methods differ from ours, and his thinking is innovative—crimes require evidence; counterterrorism only requires a list. Procedures? In his eyes, they’re irrelevant.

Now Mingjiang Prefecture is in dire times. Until this crisis is resolved, we must utilize extraordinary methods. We can’t drag things out anymore—Mingjiang Prefecture doesn’t have the time."

After reprimanding Li Zheng, Qing Feng headed to the third floor of the City God Main Hall.

As he walked, he sighed.

The dynamic within the City God Temple was peculiar: those with ties to the kidnappers were often intelligent, dependable, and adaptable in their ways,

while those uninvolved with the kidnappers tended to be rigid and unfit for significant tasks.

"Ah, we who remain stubbornly moral must learn a thing or two from Young Master."