Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 462 - 240 White Robed Arrow God

Chapter 462: Chapter 240 White Robed Arrow God

The painter knew that Lord Jian had entered Mingjiang Prefecture, so he summoned Qing Feng to keep an eye on Mr. Feng; he himself wanted to go and greet Lord Jian.

After all, it was a favor for Mingjiang Prefecture, and the proper courtesies had to be observed.

With both hands, he exhaled two bursts of Dao Yan Fire, tearing through space.

When he returned again to the realm of reality, he was already at Mingjiang Pier — Dock 19.

Lord Jian was clad in white, seated on a small boat, not far from the shore.

"Lord Jian, it has been many years, and yet you remain as splendid as ever."

Lord Jian sat upright with an impeccable posture; his face showed no signs of aging. If one didn’t notice his graying hair and only focused on his features, they would think him to be no more than thirty years old.

"Old Hua, in Long March City, you’ve mastered the Space Law, and in Jing Country’s nine prefectures, you move freely."

"I believed I could move freely, but cracks still remain."

The painter understood his own shortcomings. When pursuing Mr. Feng, his mastery of Space Law had been outpaced by Zhou Xuan’s Day Patrol Soul, and even more so by Mr. Feng’s Human World No Distance.

As the two conversed, the small boat drifted closer to the shore,

and the boatman was a disciple from the Bitter Ghost Hall.

Disciples of Bitter Ghost Hall subsisted on the Rice of Water Family, spreading across the nine prefectures. Yesterday they had received an order from the Red Coffin Lady to escort Lord Jian into Mingjiang.

Lord Jian lifted two long wooden boxes as he stepped off the boat, yet he showed no warmth toward the painter. His sharp eyes, akin to a hawk’s, darted around to survey the scenery of Dock 19,

as if the painter beside him didn’t exist.

But the painter was not offended. He had dealt with Lord Jian before and knew him to always possess such an aloof demeanor, treating everyone with that same frosty indifference.

"Lord Jian, the Young Master waits for you at East Market Street. Shall I send someone to escort you?"

"No need. Though my visits to Mingjiang Prefecture have been few, I haven’t forgotten the way."

Archers possess unparalleled vision; in their daily lives, they excel at observing their surroundings—the sights and people imprinted upon their minds never fade.

Remembering routes, for them, is but second nature.

"I’m heading now to East Market Street to meet Zhou Family’s Nuo God. Old Hua, let me be blunt: you ought to thank Zhou Family’s Nuo God. Without him, even if Mingjiang Prefecture faces its end times, what does that have to do with our Ping Shui Prefecture?"

Lord Jian’s words were unvarnished but truthful.

The painter shared his sentiment, yet... Couldn’t such cutting remarks be spoken tactfully? Must you bruise my pride?

"I understand, Old Hua definitely gets it," the painter said with a forced chuckle, pinching his nose in reluctant agreement.

Lord Jian merely brushed off his white robe and began walking along the stone-paved path of the pier. As he walked, he spoke,

"Ping Shui Prefecture is aiding Mingjiang Prefecture out of respect for Zhou Family’s Nuo God. We seek no recompense but hope that in the future, should Zhou Family’s Nuo God face trouble,

your Mingjiang Prefecture will rise to assist."

"If it involves the Young Master, then a truly significant matter is unfolding." The painter hurried forward, whispering, "The Young Master insists on taking away the Bone Elder Association’s Sighing Mother Wall; the Saint Heir and Saintess have already made their intentions clear..."

Among those who roamed the broader world, overly direct speech was unnecessary. Upon hearing this much, Lord Jian instantly grasped the unfolding situation.

"I understand. The Saint Heir and Saintess are staying in Jing Country’s human world rather than entering the Time Realm, all for the sake of human-world incense fire.

If they insist on making a move, I shall sever their secret realm’s incense fire."

With those words spoken, Lord Jian departed without hesitation.

The painter watched Lord Jian’s retreating figure and murmured, "Old Arrow, the Saint Heir and Saintess long for human-world incense and refuse to enter the Time Realm. But what about you? Why is it that you, too, won’t enter the Time Realm?"

The Time Realm is one of the folded spaces within Jing Country.

...

"What? Mo Tingsheng’s position has changed?"

Zhou Xuan sat in his shop, awaiting assistance to delve into Jing Country’s history, when Miss Qiang informed him that Mo Tingsheng’s location had shifted.

"Where is Mo Tingsheng now?"

"In Jing Country Mingjiang Prefecture, East Market Street, twenty years ago."

"In a short time, he’s moved from Jing Country twenty-three years ago to twenty years ago? What is he doing?"

Zhou Xuan realized Mo Tingsheng wouldn’t make such a move without reason. To cross three years of history and arrive in East Market Street, he must undoubtedly have a plan.

What is his objective?

Thinking carefully, Zhou Xuan suddenly stood up, slapped the table, and declared, "Legend of the Hundred Spirits!"

Zhou Xuan had deduced that Mo Tingsheng was highly likely to be a Buddha Country native, and beyond doubt, he had formed an alliance with the Three-headed Stone Buddha within the Tattoo Forbidden Land.

What does the Three-headed Stone Buddha desire most? To craft a Heavenly God-level vessel capable of summoning the Mother of Hundred Demons.

And the Mother of Hundred Demons resides within Mu Hua’s body.

Mu Hua is the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

Yet, curiously, the Ancient Tattoo Clan could not detect the existence of the Legend of the Hundred Spirits.

The Three-headed Stone Buddha’s current aim is to uncover where the Legend of the Hundred Spirits is hidden on East Market Street.

Unable to locate her, they enlisted Mo Tingsheng to search.

"The four brothers of the Shi Family mentioned that the strongest High Priest of the Ancient Tattoo Clan, the Yumen High Priest, traveled twenty-three years ago with the Ancients’ Stele Egg in search of suitable candidates to aid the egg’s rebirth. After rebirth, the person becomes the Legend of the Hundred Spirits."

"Mo Tingsheng has traversed Jing Country’s timeline from twenty-three years ago to twenty years ago, searching within history to identify who the Legend of the Hundred Spirits might be."

Seeking answers to the Legend of the Hundred Spirits through history,

the Hundred-Eyed High Priest also grasps the Time Law; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to locate Mo Tingsheng.

Why, then, had the Hundred-Eyed High Priest not ventured into history to search for the Legend of the Hundred Spirits himself a few days ago?

"Mastery of Time Law doesn’t mean one can arbitrarily traverse history."

Miss Qiang explained the nuances of the Laws to Zhou Xuan: "The Time Law comprises five levels of mastery. The first level, called ’Insight,’ allows one to briefly glimpse events that are about to occur in the future.