"When the Buddha seizes the hearts of the people, the Buddha gains the incense of worship. Heavenly Gods are rely the condensed incense offerings from the human world."
"Moreover, when the Buddha wins over the hearts of the people, the common folk can no longer distinguish whether the Buddha is good or evil—they kneel regardless. By the ti the Buddha Country launches a full-scale invasion, the people may very well side with the Buddha Nation."
"Lower soldiers strike with strategy; upper soldiers attack the heart. That goddamn Buddha Country isn’t just formidable in spiritual prowess, but is full of cunning sches."
As Zhou Xuan thought of this, he used his Night Traveling God Soul to communicate with the Painter: "The entity inside Mr. Feng, known as ’Food Heaven,’ is connected to the Prajnaparamita Buddha Country. We must capture him."
"Capture him we must, but for the two of us, it’s incredibly difficult to catch Mr. Feng."
The Painter had been pursuing Mr. Feng for quite so ti. His energy was depleting rapidly, and his speed had slowed visibly. If this cat-and-mouse ga continued any longer, not only would they fail to capture Mr. Feng, but they might even fall into a devastating counterattack in the process.
"Old Hua, I think I sll the scent of Blood Well Human Brain."
Zhou Xuan turned his gaze toward the vast Mingjiang River.
On the river, a white iron ship was drifting.
"Wait here, I’ll be right back."
...
On Mingjiang, the Red Coffin Lady was sitting on the deck of the boat, gazing into the sky. She said to the Bitter Ghost disciple beside her, "It feels like there’s a disturbance in the forces in the skies, but my eyes can’t see it."
"Guan Niang, Mingjiang Prefecture is in a state of constant crisis these days; it’s no surprise if strange matters arise."
"I just hope Mingjiang Prefecture’s troubles don’t spill over into our Yellow Field Prefecture."
The Red Coffin Lady had co to Mingjiang Prefecture partly at the Painter’s request, to investigate the Big Dragon contamination incident,
and partly to deliver the Blood Well Human Brain to the Young Master of Mingjiang Prefecture.
"The Blood Well Human Brain is extraordinarily valuable, but to establish rapport with the Young Master searching for the Mingjiang Evil God, it’s worth the price."
In the Nine Prefectures of Jing Country, what is the most precious?
Talent is the most precious.
The Red Coffin Lady continued gazing at the heavens, attuning herself to the imperceptible yet palpable fluctuations in power.
"Guan Niang! Sothing terrible has happened—the Blood Well Human Brain is restless, and we can’t calm it down!"
A disciple ran out from the cabin, urgently reporting.
Upon hearing this, the Red Coffin Lady imdiately turned toward the cabin. She had only taken two steps when the Blood Well Human Brain’s ferocious howling reached her ears,
a sound so overwhelming that even she dared not venture into the cabin lightly. At the sa ti, the noises of iron chains breaking and tal crates shattering echoed around her, as a strange force began to envelop the ship.
"It’s not agitation—soone is trying to steal the Blood Well Human Brain!"
The Red Coffin Lady hadn’t expected Mingjiang Prefecture’s Tangkou to be so audacious—they even dared to rob a Bitter Ghost’s boat?
"They must have a death wish."
The disciples of the Bitter Ghost were mostly riverfolk—ferryn, fishern, tugn, and so forth.
Likewise,
on the rivers, Bitter Ghost disciples gained a significant boost in their strength, bolstered by the water’s support.
Incensed, the Red Coffin Lady declared, "On land or inland, if you cause trouble for us Bitter Ghosts, I might overlook it. But to provoke us on the water? You’re courting death."
Having said that,
she dropped to one knee on the deck, slicing her right palm open. She let her blood spill into the Mingjiang River.
Strands of blood dripped into the water. Before they even touched the river’s surface, they were snatched up by the surging waves, as though ravenous fish were devouring them.
In that instant, the muddy, amber waters of the river turned blood-red, the crimson hue spreading swiftly.
In no ti at all, the water over a kiloter-wide radius had turned a ghastly shade of scarlet. The once-turbulent waves stilled, and the river’s surface beca covered in a stifling red mbrane, exuding an ominous stillness.
Blub,
Blub,
A couple of large air bubbles rose from the eerily silent river surface.
As the blood bubbles popped, they seed to direct the river’s current. In an instant, dozens more bubbles erged.
Along with the bubbles ca dozens of coffins.
The coffins bore inscriptions etched by Alien Ghosts. Blood seeped from the crevices where their lids t their bodies,
and the coffins swayed incessantly. When the Red Coffin Lady raised her arms to link herself to them, the swaying of the coffin lids grew even more frenzied.
Dozens of chains forged from pure aura extended from the coffins, all tethered to the Red Coffin Lady’s hands. She seed only a little more effort away from prying open the coffin lids, unleashing the dreadful beings within to tear the thieves who sought the Blood Well Human Brain to pieces.
As the Red Coffin Lady tightened her aura-bound connections to their limit, a hazy figure of a giant suddenly appeared on the deck,
and the forrly rampant Blood Well Human Brain inside the cabin abruptly ceased its howling. Like a long-lost kin reuniting, it gleefully swam toward Zhou Xuan.
The Blood Well Human Brain, composed of four human brains, floated to Zhou Xuan’s giant shadow, settling on his brow.
Against the towering figure, the human brains looked like four swollen pimples on its forehead.
At that mont, the human brains chirped even more joyfully, rging swiftly into Zhou Xuan’s giant form.
"The Night Travel Realm? The Human World’s Nine Incenses?"
The Red Coffin Lady felt a tinge of embarrassnt. For a mont, she hesitated, unsure whether to lift the lids of the coffins beneath the river’s surface,
as those capable of entering the Night Travel Realm in Jing Country often leaned toward either the Human World Nine Incenses or the Heavenly Do Gods.
If she speculated that this figure belonged to the Nine Incenses, she dared not act recklessly.
"The gap in our powers is just too vast."
The Red Coffin Lady’s courage faltered, but with the tension building up to this point, not prying open the coffin lids would make it difficult to assert dominance before her Bitter Ghost disciples.
As she wrestled with her inner conflict, a voice rescued her from her dilemma.
"Guan Niang, the Night Traveler is none other than the Young Master of Mingjiang Prefecture. He requires the Blood Well Human Brain to confront the Human World No Distance’s Mr. Feng. Guan Niang, I hope you won’t take offense."
After finishing his explanation, the Painter continued his pursuit of Mr. Feng.
"Ah!" Guan Niang suddenly lit up with joy, waving her hand as she said, "How could I be offended? This was prepared for the Young Master all along."
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