Chapter 725: Chapter 317: Is the Descent Halted?
“Old Hua, you didn’t understand my aning. I’m saying that it’s very likely we won’t be able to kill him, but there’s still a small chance we will.” Zhou Xuan emphasized.
“…” Painter.
“From what you’re saying, are you a bit afraid of Gong Zheng?”
“…” Painter looked up at the openings in the cave ceiling, trying to avoid the awkwardness.
Zhou Xuan continued: “The God of Suffering told that as long as we forcibly stop the ritual before the United Sacrifice ends, the passage between the Heavenly Do and the human world won’t open, and ‘Gong Zheng’ cannot descend. How much longer will this ritual last?”
“It will end before sunset, at most three hours.”
“Three hours? Then I’ll think of a way within these three hours…”
Zhou Xuan said, “Maybe I can co up with a way to counteract the ‘Heavenly Ghosts Sharing thod.'”
Painter listened, chuckling in agony, and said, “Since Young Master has spoken, I will surely comply.”
“Alright, when I want to think about things, I like to walk around. You go back to your position, and if I have any inspiration, I’ll talk to you.”
“Young Master… actually…” Painter had sothing he wanted to tell Zhou Xuan, but decided against it after thinking for a mont.
“Do you have sothing to say?”
“Young Master, let be clear, it’s not that I’m cowardly before the fight, nor am I siding with ‘Gong Zheng’… but this matter is crucial, I think Young Master should promptly interrupt the United Sacrifice, and avoid this battle.”
Painter clenched his teeth and told Zhou Xuan.
“Old Hua, why is this matter so crucial?”
“If it’s only ‘Gong Zheng’ descending, the traveling gods of Mingjiang and Ping Shui can just fight him head-on, and at most, we’d lose so traveling gods on our side,
but now it involves sixteen Evil Gods, and this complicates things.”
Painter said, “From what you’ve described about the ‘Heavenly Ghosts Sharing thod’, there’s a mystery here. The sixteen Evil Gods must absolutely trust Gong Zheng, maybe the sixteen Evil Gods listen to ‘Gong Zheng’,”
The personnel we’ve gathered were originally assembled to slay Gong Zheng, but these forces are barely adequate against ‘Gong Zheng’. If the sixteen Evil Gods join, our two prefectures’ traveling gods simply cannot win.”
“Continue.” Zhou Xuan told Painter to keep talking.
“Moreover, these sixteen Evil Gods are the spirits behind those Yin Hall disciples below. If we go up against them, those Yin Hall disciples might rebel, and when that happens, there will be rivers of blood… it’s better to stop the ritual early, cut off ‘Gong Zheng’ from descending, and not beco enemies with the Evil Gods for now…”
“Are you saying we should just turn a blind eye, as if today never happened?” Zhou Xuan questioned.
The tone seed Yin Yang Strange Qi, but Zhou Xuan’s voice held no sarcasm, only sincerity.
He didn’t think Painter was wrong.
Painter nodded awkwardly and said, “We keep a ntal account, and in the future, when the ti is right, we slowly purge these Evil Gods behind the Yin Halls.”
“That’s also an idea.”
“Shall I then summon King Xishan, and with his reputation, hastily end today’s united blood sacrifice?”
“What’s the rush? As I said before, you go back and wait for news. Until the last mont, we can’t give up, what if I really co up with a foolproof plan?”
Zhou Xuan said.
Painter had said what needed to be said, and since Zhou Xuan wanted to continue searching for a solution, he could only let him search.
His inner preference was still that this battle against the gods shouldn’t happen today, but if Zhou Xuan insisted on starting it, no matter how dire the consequences, he would organize Mingjiang’s traveling gods to follow Zhou Xuan against ‘Gong Zheng’, as the “First Traveling God of Mingjiang Prefecture.”
Painter sulkily returned to his seat, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, while Zhou Xuan blended into the crowd participating in the sacrifice.
…
“Old Hua, when did Li Chengfeng beco so popular in the market?”
King Xishan looked at Painter with a half-smile.
Painter thought King Xishan was referring to Li Chengfeng’s current status, so he answered, “Not long ago, the City God Temple Master was found guilty and apprehended by us, and Old Li took over the role of Sun Traveling God.”
“I ant, as soone in the Divine Office of the Bone Elder Association, to be pressured by him, sweating bullets and acting so respectful and humble?”
“Really?”
“Maybe it’s just seeing things.” King Xishan saw Painter wouldn’t admit it, so he didn’t press further, letting him keep so face as longti friends, ending the topic there.
Painter quickly drank tea to cover his nervousness,
While King Xishan cast his eyes toward “Li Chengfeng.”
“There’s another soul in that body, and it’s ninety percent Zhou Xuan’s.”
King Xishan, highly perceptive and inford.
He knew that within Mingjiang Prefecture, the only person who could pressure Painter was either the forr Saint Heir and Saintess or now the “unparalleled presence”, Young Master Zhou Xuan.
As for Li Chengfeng? This scholar originates from a Bone Elder, but lacks such prowess.
Thus, King Xishan suspected another soul inhabited “Li Chengfeng’s” body.
“This Young Master, to speak nothing else, his perception and spiritual power are indeed absurdly strong. Being able to descend his soul into another’s shell and move effortlessly, without exhaustion.”
Soul descent into another’s body greatly drains spiritual power, previously when Zhou Xuan’s perception hadn’t reached the Night Travel or Day Trip Realm, every ti he descended into Li Chengfeng’s body, his spirit soon grew weary.
Besides spiritual consumption, the borrowing of another’s body to move always had so stiffness, unnaturalness.
The Fox Sect also specialized in soul descent, well-versed in the mystery of this technique, but King Xishan couldn’t find any flaws in Zhou Xuan – if not for the slip in Painter’s conduct, he wouldn’t have known “Zhou Xuan” was already in Gangfeng Cave.
“This Young Master, causing such a whirlwind really isn’t an ordinary person.”
King Xishan observed Zhou Xuan with admiration.
…
Zhou Xuan squeezed through the crowd and finally reached Ah Wang.
It was “White Crane Village” currently performing the blood sacrifice ritual, and Shi Family Village hadn’t taken its turn, hence Ah Wang was leisurely smoking a cigarette, gazing at the grand scene of the ancient ritual.
“Ah Wang, the God Traveling Departnt investigated your background, co with .”
Zhou Xuan said.
“Go to hell…”
Ah Wang turned to rcilessly scold, wanting to see which clueless traveling god kept bothering him,
But then, he saw it was Li Chengfeng, and instantly deflated, lowering his head and said, “My background is clean.”
“Clean or not, we’ll know once we visit the Divine Lantern, don’t worry, we won’t falsely accuse you.”
“Yes, traveling god sir.”
Ah Wang followed Zhou Xuan out of the cave, step by step, head bowed.
Outside the cave, Zhou Xuan snapped his fingers, pointing to four locations, the Day Patrol Deities from the God Traveling Departnt patrolling and maintaining order went to those spots, preventing eavesdropping.
Having sorted this, Zhou Xuan then told Ah Wang, “Ah Wang, I am the High Priest.”
“What?!”
Ah Wang was baffled for several seconds before coming to and trying to kneel to Zhou Xuan.
“No need for that, neither the Heavenly Venerate nor I require servile worship, don’t forget.”
Zhou Xuan reminded.
Ah Wang quickly whispered, “High Priest, I know today you saved and Zhimajiang, Zhou Xuan is your Great Priest.”
I am my own Great Priest?
Zhou Xuan felt he didn’t need to invent an identity for himself, it was already ready-made.
He chuckled and said, “It’s good you understand, soon, I need you to handle sothing.”
“Not just one task, even ten wouldn’t matter?”
“Aren’t you going to ask what I need you to do?”
“What do I need to do?”
“I need you to die.” Zhou Xuan leaned into Ah Wang’s ear and said, “I need you to die openly and publicly.”
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