Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 464 - 240 White Robed Arrow God_3

Chapter 464: Chapter 240 White Robed Arrow God_3

"Therefore, on that day, I opened the red coffin with my Divine Arrow, ushering forth the Nuo God. It was by the name of my Divine Arrow that I intimidated those schemers lurking in the shadows and prevented them from acting recklessly."

"Lord Jian, on the day I ascend to Two Incenses, will someone attempt to kill me?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Lord Jian smiled without answering, merely glancing toward the Heavenly Dome.

In the past, Zhou Xuan would have assumed Lord Jian was referring to the God of the Heavenly Dome. But now, he understood that, beyond the Heavenly Dome, Jing Country harbored other folded spaces.

"I don’t know how to repay Lord Jian for guarding the red coffin."

"The best repayment you can offer me is to grow quickly; Ping Shui Prefecture needs you, and so does Jing Country."

As Lord Jian said this, he forced another faint smile, which felt less like asking for a reward and more like a pact.

"I will grow quickly."

Zhou Xuan said, "But for today, more important than growth is capturing Mo Tingsheng—he is under the protection of the Evil God."

"Under my arrow, there are no Evil Gods. Zhou Family’s Nuo God, take me there."

Lord Jian was straightforward and decisive.

With the Red Coffin Lady by his side and Lord Jian leading the way, Zhou Xuan said, "Mo Tingsheng rapidly traverses through Jing Country’s history. His position isn’t fixed, but I can always locate him. I will lead the way for the two seniors."

"How very polite."

The Red Coffin Lady glanced at Zhou Xuan, and no matter how she looked, she found him pleasing to the eye.

Lord Jian merely waited in place,

while Zhou Xuan mounted Zhao Wuya’s Big Black Donkey.

The donkey was unbothered by strangers. Even with Zhou Xuan riding it, it didn’t resist but merely raised its head and let out two cries of "Ah-ee, ah-ee."

Zhao Wuya, unable to put his mind at ease, instructed Zhou Xuan, "Landlord, let me tell you—this Big Black, you pull its left ear, it goes right; pull its right ear, it goes left. Tell it to go, and it stops; tell it to stop, and it goes."

"Why is everything reversed?"

"So other Dragon Seeking Taoists can’t casually ride it."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

"Stop."

After Zhou Xuan called out, the donkey began moving its hooves.

"Landlord, when traveling across history, just meditate in your mind. The Big Black can sense human thoughts, but make sure you don’t move too fast."

The Time-Space World seemed peculiar to Zhou Xuan. He took note of Zhao Wuya’s advice and asked,

"What happens if I move too fast?"

"Uh... it’ll make the donkey thinner."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

"Don’t worry, your donkey is so sturdy—it won’t lose much weight."

Zhou Xuan patted Zhao Wuya on the shoulder, then called out to the Big Black Donkey again: "Stop!"

The Big Black Donkey continued walking,

while Zhou Xuan meditated in his mind on the new location Miss Qiang had provided—Jing Country’s Year Nineteen, where Mo Tingsheng had made another temporal crossing.

As he meditated, the donkey kept walking. Gradually, its figure disappeared within East Market Street.

"We should follow now."

The Red Coffin Lady closed her eyes to meditate, and her figure vanished.

Lord Jian raised his right hand, and his wooden box opened by itself. An ancient hardwood bow flew into his grasp.

He pulled the wooden string and drew the bow without loosing an arrow.

"Bang."

A sharp crack echoed from the bow, but the bow in his hand did not break. His figure, along with two wooden boxes, disappeared alongside the sound.

The three of them vanished into thin air.

Zhao Wuya turned to Yun Ziliang and asked, "Grandmaster, do you think the landlord will be alright?"

"This journey is unlikely to cause him trouble. Earlier, Lord Jian, who loosed the empty bowstring, is Ping Shui Prefecture’s foremost You Shen, the Divine Arrow of Eight Incenses. Such a formidable individual would be unmatched even in the Time Realm."

"Experts at the Eight Incenses level ought to have gone to the Time Realm—why is he still in Jing Country’s human world?"

"I surpassed Eight Incenses level in strength previously, and I didn’t go to the Time Realm either, did I?"

Yun Ziliang flicked Zhao Wuya’s forehead sharply with his finger and muttered, "Strong enough obsession can resist the will to enter the Time Realm.

This Lord Jian’s obsession—who knows where it lies."

...

"I refuse to go to the Time Realm because I must guard Ping Shui Prefecture."

Lord Jian, the Red Coffin Lady, and Zhou Xuan traveled together through the time-traveling passage.

To Zhou Xuan, this temporal traversal was entirely different from the spectacular venture into the Blood Well.

When entering the Blood Well, the surroundings were entirely crimson red, with voices from various eras echoing.

But this time,

the path beneath Zhou Xuan’s feet radiated pure white light, while the surroundings resembled a slideshow of countless scenes from different times.

As they walked through the temporal passage, the Red Coffin Lady, feeling bored, asked Lord Jian why he didn’t go to the Time Realm.

"I was born in Ping Shui Prefecture, grew up there, then later went to Jingchuan Prefecture to learn my craft. I joined the ’Divine Arrow’ Tangkou, and after completing my training, I returned to Ping Shui Prefecture."

"I love this land. With chaos looming, I cannot bear to see warfare spread into Ping Shui Prefecture. I, along with my arrows, am the final shield for Ping Shui Prefecture."

"Lord Jian has a sentimental nature." The Red Coffin Lady responded with a bitter smile, "I don’t love Yellow Field Prefecture—I only love the world’s waterways. As long as the waterways remain, the Bitter Ghost Hall will endure forever."

The disciples of Bitter Ghost Hall make their living along the nine prefectures’ waterways.

"Lord Jian, what kind of place is the Time Realm?"

"A place where normal people cannot live."

Lord Jian tightened his grip on the wooden box and said, "I’ve seen your future—you will eventually step into the Time Realm, not long from now."

"I will go to the Time Realm?"

"You will, if the future remains unchanged." Lord Jian added, "The Time Realm is a nightmare for normal people, but a paradise for pilgrims."

"If the Young Master must enter the Time Realm, it certainly means he must pass through our Yellow Field Prefecture."

Privately thrilled, the Red Coffin Lady mused to herself.