"What’s the commotion about?"
"Take a look... Zhou Housheng has gathered another wave of Power of Faith. Although it isn’t as intense as yesterday’s in Mingjiang Prefecture, it still benefits your strength. You can form another Heavenly God’s Fire and seize so of it."
"Hmph! Not interested," the Dream Realm Heavenly God snorted coldly.
"Is that so? Not interested, or are you just afraid?"
The incense fire Taoist mocked, yet the Dream Realm Heavenly God continued to snort coldly without responding.
"Well, this wave of Power of Faith, you deserve so credit too, after all, it’s the story you inspired that changed into books. It’s not all Zhou Housheng’s skill. You should take a share, but if you don’t have the guts, you can only bla yourself."
The incense fire Taoist’s scathing words were unmatched by his gentle appearance, known for his sharp tongue. Previously, he had mocked the God of Suffering just as incisively.
"It appears this Heavenly God can also be tad. Once beaten, they learn."
"Bull-headed one, did you keep here just to thoroughly humiliate ? If you push too far, I might descend into the human world and fight you, to let our Dao practices decide."
"What are you saying? I ntioned there’s sothing interesting to see, and there indeed is."
The incense fire Taoist smiled widely and said, "So many years have passed. Have you ever heard of the Colorful Play Hall?"
"That deceiving bunch of Wind Horse Sparrows?"
"Precisely. Today, the Wind Horse Sparrows are returning to the scene." The incense fire Taoist pointed to Zhou Xuan, who was ditating on the decorated boat, and said, "Zhou Housheng, unworthy as he may be, is currently, in his fifth incense, practicing—Colorful Play Hall."
"The Colorful Play Hall, back then, offended the supre will and was hunted by several God-level beings and countless Daoists. Now, Zhou Xuan entering this Hall is an act of rebellion..."
"Not so. The old Colorful Play Hall attempted to mock the will, which is why they were hunted, but an art is rely an art, depending on who utilizes it."
The incense fire Taoist said with relish, "Let’s see if today’s play at the Colorful Play Hall has any spectacle worth watching."
"Doubt it will be interesting."
The Dream Realm Heavenly God’s mouth was firm, but his actions were sincere. He didn’t leave but rather honestly hid within the clouds, observing the movents on Jingchuan River.
...
Zhou Xuan was still ditating, and the number of people gathered to watch him increased.
These spectators were nearly all admirers of Zhou Xuan, aning no harm.
But when a group of emaciated people holding paper banners gathered on the riverbank, they weren’t there just to admire Zhou Xuan.
"Oh dear, Mr. Ye’s people are here. Look at the color of those paper banners, their status in the Tangkou isn’t low."
Mr. Ye’s Tangkou has an inherent responsibility. When the Earth Child predicts the birth of an ominous person, Mr. Ye organizes people to kill them overnight.
Thus, they are nicknad—the Night Executioners.
Roaming around for years killing ominous people, they’ve been steeped in blood, their personalities becoming sowhat mad, their thods extrely brutal.
People on the river ceased their loud commotion upon witnessing the large-scale presence of Mr. Ye, instead whispering quietly among themselves.
"Mr. Ye is likely here for Mr. Mingjiang. I heard during the disaster Mr. Mingjiang cut down Mr. Ye’s Tangkou’s paper fan."
"This is an old grudge, Mr. Ye’s here to collect a debt."
"Many have co, this ti it seems Mr. Mingjiang is in trouble."
The crowd clutched their palms anxiously for Zhou Xuan.
But those from Mr. Ye rely stood by the riverbank, not making a move. They waited in silence for soone unknown.
Finally, with a creaking sound, a sedan chair was carried to the riverbank, seating an extrely fat man.
Wearing sunglasses, the man held a smoking pipe, puffing clouds.
"This is the Second Master of Mr. Ye, Li Zougui of the Eight Incenses, and Mr. Ye has been waiting for him."
Once the bamboo sedan was carried to the river’s edge, the carriers halted.
Let it be said, this sedan is a simplified version of a palanquin. Li Zougui did not alight. He rely patted his funeral attire, summoned a disciple, and asked, "Zhou Xuan is in that Eight Immortals decorated boat?"
"Lord Ghost, three young disciples saw Zhou Xuan in that decorated boat."
"Very well."
After Li Zougui responded, he cleared his throat and called out towards the decorated boat, "Mr. Mingjiang, I, Li Zougui, have long heard of your reputation. I ca here today hoping to invite you to the main hall for a couple of drinks and so conversation."
His words were very polite, but people from Jingchuan Prefecture knew Mr. Ye sought Zhou Xuan for what reason.
Simply to invite him to the Tangkou, imprison him, then... extort him.
They didn’t dare kill Zhou Xuan. For one, the life of Mr. Ye’s paper fan isn’t as precious as Mr. Mingjiang’s.
Secondly, Mr. Mingjiang now essentially governs Mingjiang Prefecture. The You Shen from Ping Shui Prefecture also follow his orders,
With the support of the You Shen from the two prefectures, Mr. Ye killing Zhou Xuan at will would leave the You Shen compelled to fight in Jingchuan.
So, while Mr. Ye doesn’t dare to kill, leveraging the life of Mr. Ye’s paper fan to demand a hefty compensation from Zhou Xuan, that boldness they certainly have, quite considerably so.
However, Zhou Xuan was deep in ditation and couldn’t hear Li Zougui’s "invitation," naturally not responding.
Li Zougui smiled wryly and said to the nearby disciple, "This Mr. Mingjiang is disrespectful, so we’ll give him a taste of his own dicine."
"The thirteenth hour, you all still need to personally invite Mr. Mingjiang."
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