Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 449 - 236: Kill the Donkey After Grinding is Done_2

Chapter 449: Chapter 236: Kill the Donkey After Grinding is Done_2

"He is the kidnapper’s Mr. Feng."

The painter, somewhat weakened, pointed at Feng Moyan as he spoke.

Li Zheng stumbled back a step upon hearing this. The storyteller he had always admired was actually the legendary invincible Mr. Feng of Mingjiang?

"A storyteller, of all things?"

Unlike Li Zheng, who was stunned and fearful, Qingfeng narrowed his gaze, carefully scrutinizing Mr. Feng, trying to discern what set him apart from the rest.

But Qingfeng found nothing, no matter how hard he looked.

"Stop looking; his legs are crippled. He’s no different from an ordinary person."

The painter stood up and complained to Qingfeng, "This Mr. Feng, with his ’Human World No Distance,’ could span an entire prefecture with a single step. Last night, I and the young master chased him through four prefectures, all the way from Mingjiang to Snow Plain Prefecture.

Thank heavens for the young master; I truly couldn’t keep up with Mr. Feng."

"The young master? How did he manage to keep up?" Qingfeng asked, astonished.

He distinctly remembered that Zhou Xuan only had two sticks of incense at his disposal.

"The Blood Well Human Brain enhanced his perception. Last night, the young master broke through into the Day Trip Realm. His divine soul left his body, enabling him to achieve extraordinary speed in the human world."

Qingfeng stroked his chin and gazed at the ceiling. He struggled to comprehend how a person with merely two sticks of incense could ascend to the Day Trip Realm.

"The person with the strongest perception is a Blood Well Spirit Communicator. The young master holds a Double Secret Realm—one tied to the Nuo God, the other to the Blood Well—making his perception naturally exceptional.

Moreover, as I observe the young master now, I see that his connection to the Blood Well Secret Realm is more profound. Perhaps... the Blood Well has chosen him."

Qingfeng understood the weight of "choice." He himself had been chosen by "City God Qingfeng."

To be selected by the Blood Well meant becoming its heir.

The Blood Well was the most powerful Alien Ghost in Jing Country. Its chosen inheritors, empowered by the Blood Well Human Brain, could reasonably step into the Day Trip Realm.

"Painter, what level do you think the Blood Well is?" Qingfeng asked the painter.

In Jing Country’s collective understanding, the Blood Well’s true strength surely surpassed the Heavenly Dome’s God-level, but how far beyond was unknown.

"I believe the Blood Well is not only above the God-level. Based on the young master’s recent performance, it should be at the Heavenly God Level, on par with the nine great Heavenly Gods in power."

The painter added, "The Nuo God considers the young master its heir and has endowed him with a fragment of its will.

The Blood Well likely also granted the young master a portion of its will.

With the wills of two Heavenly God-level entities combined, the young master has become the remarkable individual he is today."

Qingfeng, after hearing this, was no longer perplexed. With the backing of two Heavenly God wills, the Day Trip Realm made perfect sense.

"The Blood Well seems not to be a native Heavenly God-level being from Jing Country. Who knows where it descended from?"

The painter, gauging the Blood Well’s power based on Zhou Xuan’s abilities, remained oblivious to just how accurate his assessment was.

When Zhou Xuan ascended to the level of two sticks of incense, Fei Yue, representing a fragment of the Blood Well’s will, clashed fiercely with Black Water, representing a fragment of the Nuo God’s will, in the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.

The battle ended in a draw, forging a delicate balance and kindling mutual respect between them.

"With Zhou Xuan inheriting from both Heavenly Gods, our storyteller sect has finally produced a real talent."

After a long silence, Mr. Feng finally spoke.

"He’s not one of you storytellers; he is the Zhou Family’s Nuo God," the painter corrected.

"The Nuo God carves out nine Tangkous. The first Tangkou requires lighting incense and apprenticing. Since he apprenticed under my junior brother, he is one of us storytellers."

Mr. Feng bore no true hatred for Zhou Xuan—admiration, in fact, far outweighed any resentment.

Especially because Zhou Xuan, despite fully possessing the dream-generation techniques taught by Yuan Buyu, refused to exploit them to orchestrate some "vile and despicable" dream against Mr. Feng. Instead, Zhou Xuan chose to confront him honorably.

"Just that gesture alone shows Zhou Xuan’s promise. If he grows, he will certainly achieve greatness."

Mr. Feng deeply respected Zhou Xuan.

"Mr. Feng, now that I’ve brought you back to Mingjiang Prefecture, will you reveal the grand plan you spent thirty years preparing as the kidnapper, or shall I summon the young master to make you talk?"

"Go ahead and call him; I haven’t seen him all night, and I almost miss him."

As Mr. Feng spoke, a cold smile spread across his face. "Besides, among all the people in Mingjiang Prefecture, none are worth my respect—except the junior of our storyteller Tangkou. Him, I look up to."

The painter and Qingfeng wanted to retort but found no words to counter. For what Mr. Feng said was undeniably true.

In thirty years, no one in Mingjiang Prefecture had been able to suppress Mr. Feng. Not even Saint Heirs or Saintesses with eight sticks of incense worth of strength, or painters who had mastered the Space Law as the first Divine Office, could do so. Without Zhou Xuan, they would have been left far behind in the dust.

Only at Zhou Xuan’s hands had Mr. Feng ever suffered a setback—though the price of that defeat had been steep.

"Qingfeng, go invite the young master over."

"Zhang Yifeng is with the young master. I’ll ask Zhang Yifeng to bring him here."

As Qingfeng finished speaking, he lit a thread of incense in front of him, dispatching a secret City God message.

...

"How’s the analysis of the Buddha Mantra coming along?"

In the Weird Creature Research Institute, Zhou Xuan asked Miss Qiang in the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.

"Still calculating."

The surface of the black water within the Divine Revelation Secret Realm teemed with countless bizarre symbols, stretching endlessly into the distance.

It was Miss Qiang’s consciousness, immersed in the black water, deducing the power components of the Buddha Mantra.

"How much longer will it take?"

"Certainly not anytime soon."

Just as Miss Qiang finished speaking, a human brain emitted a sharp howl.

Zhou Xuan turned to her again. "What is the human brain saying?"

"Oh, it said, ’Haste makes waste.’" Miss Qiang diverted part of her consciousness to translate the human brain’s language.

Zhou Xuan smirked, "My Blood Well Human Brain dares to mock me? Enough, I’m leaving."

With a joking tone and mock indignation, he left the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.