Capítulo 657: Chapter 297: Huangyuan Demon (Part 4)
Zhou Xuan was angrily fuming, feeling tricked again, but after calming down, he decided to make one last attempt.
“I’ll consult the Blood Well again, change the phrasing, and see if it can reduce the amount of sacrifices.”
Zhou Xuan entered the City God Taoist Temple within the Secret Realm and said, “Well, I want a divination.”
All the eyes on the wall opened, gazing at Zhou Xuan.
“I want to know, in which state of Jing Country is Xu Jingchuan’s soul.”
Searching for an exact location costs too much, requiring a sacrifice of nine sticks of incense, so Zhou Xuan asked for the vaguest location. If the Blood Well’s answer was — Yellow Field Prefecture, then this divination would be a dead end.
The unnad Huangyuan Demon is said to be as difficult to find as the Ancient Buddha.
After Zhou Xuan’s inquiry, snow drifted down inside the temple, outlining the number “six” on the green tiles.
“A sacrifice of six sticks of incense?”
Zhou Xuan was still pained.
The question was so vague, and yet it required a sacrifice of six sticks of incense?
This Huangyuan Demon seed excessively fierce.
“Six sticks of incense then, even if I’m stuck, I want to be stuck with clarity.”
Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, “Consu the sacrifice.”
The taste for delicacies has been spoiled for the eyes in the Blood Well Taoist Temple. Having consud the sacrifices of three God-level beings, six sticks of incense offered little flavor, leaving their spirits unexcited.
After the sacrifice was consud, one eye t Zhou Xuan’s gaze.
An overhead view unfolded before Zhou Xuan — within the state, high-rises towered, and a large river split the prefecture city into two major regions…
“It’s actually in Mingjiang Prefecture?”
Zhou Xuan initially asked the divination thinking, “six sticks of incense as a donation,” but unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise.
Xu Jingshan’s soul was not, as he guessed, in the hands of the Huangyuan Demon in Yellow Field Prefecture.
“Mingjiang Prefecture… where can Xu Jingshan’s soul be hidden?”
Mumbling, Zhou Xuan left the temple. When passing by Miss Qiang and the Blood Well Human Brain, Miss Qiang called out to him, “Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan, bored of Monopoly, can you give us sothing fresh to do?”
No matter how entertaining the ga, playing every day can beco tedious,
Zhou Xuan, lost in his thoughts, didn’t take notice of Miss Qiang’s calling.
“Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan.”
“Ah? Were you calling ?”
Several calls finally brought Zhou Xuan back to reality.
He walked over to Miss Qiang, “What do you need for?”
“Give us a new ga to play?”
“I’ll have to use my best knack then.”
“What is it?”
“A large strategic ga — Flying Chess.”
…
While Miss Qiang and the others imrsed themselves in the new ga, Zhou Xuan discovered a new clue.
He explained to Yun Ziliang — Xu Jingshan’s soul, when still in Mingjiang Prefecture,
Yun Ziliang remained uninterested, saying, “Just knowing he’s in Mingjiang Prefecture doesn’t make it easy to find.”
“But it’s much easier to find than in other prefecture cities.”
Zhou Xuan said, “The Huangyuan Demon, with such a na, must be stationed in Yellow Field Prefecture. Therefore in Mingjiang Prefecture, Xu Jingshan’s soul doesn’t have a demon guarding it, acquire the soul, and it’s like taking sothing from a purse…”
“You first have to find it.”
“I have thods.”
Zhou Xuan said; “In Mingjiang Prefecture, I have two major information networks, it’s ti to task them.”
“Blood Well Society and Huang Family, huh?”
“Sweep Mingjiang Prefecture City three tis, I can’t believe we won’t find it.”
No sooner said than done.
Zhou Xuan cared deeply about this Yama’s Trigram.
In his shop, he crafted two tattoo maps, two “Green Robed Buddhas.”
One was for the Huang Family, enthusiasts of Buddhist cultivation.
The other was used to suppress the madness of the Blood Well Spirit Communicators.
Once the tattoos were complete, Zhou Xuan went on a Divine Soul Day Trip, informing Huang Xi to co to his shop to collect the tattoo.
Then, Zhou Xuan traveled by day over Mingjiang Prefecture, pushing his Perception to the limit, emitting sounds only the Blood Well Spirit Communicators could perceive.
“Blood Well Society convened, inviting all Blood Well Spirit Communicators in Mingjiang Prefecture to attend.”
After several notifications, fresh connections linked to Zhou Xuan’s Divine Soul continuously.
“There seem to be quite a few attendees this ti, already eleven people.”
Spoke Zhou Xuan.
“President, the last ti you assigned us to visualize the High Monk Moon Gaze tattoo map, it really worked, I’m increasingly less like a ntally ill person.”
“President, can we take a look at that tattoo map again today?”
“Today, I’ll show you sothing even better.”
Zhou Xuan’s words sparked enthusiasm within the Blood Well Society’s “online gathering,” with everyone cheering excitedly.
“I fear so Blood Well Spirit Communicators, upon receiving notification, will need a safe place to attend the eting, requiring so ti, we’ll wait a bit before comncing, feel free to chat in the anti.”
Zhou Xuan waited,
while the remaining Blood Well Spirit Communicators started conversing.
“Hey, did you hear about tonight’s event?”
“What event?”
“The top storyteller from Ping Shui Prefecture is going to the tropolitan to tell stories. The promotion effort by the tropolitan is particularly large this ti, free entrance, offering fruits, desserts, beer, it’s all the buzz here, everyone’s saying they want to check out the excitent.”
“Damn those bastards from the tropolitan, ruining my business, losing money just to gain attention.”
Zhimajiang said angrily.
“You have quite the issue with the tropolitan, huh?” Si Yuer, a loyal fan of the tropolitan, asked.
“Big! Not just big, recently, they poached my singer, and now free storytelling!” Zhimajiang grew increasingly frustrated as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Si Yuer asked, “Is the singer you’re talking about Bai Guang?”
“…” Zhimajiang realized he misspoke, revealing his identity.
“I know who you are, Zhimajiang.” Si Yuer continued.
Zhimajiang didn’t want to speak anymore.
With the tropolitan snatching business, poaching the singer, Zhimajiang’s identity was already a done deal… Mingjiang Prefecture’s top nightclub — the owner of Bailen.
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