According to the scenery seen in the Secret Realm illusions, west of the quicksand lies the Yellow Field Prefecture.
The Tao Ancestor’s invitation serves as guidance, guiding the incense road.
Adding to this, Zhou Xuan now also knows that in Yellow Field Prefecture, there has always been a passageway from the "Buddhist kingdom to Jing Country," so he must go and see it.
"If the great master finds it convenient, the Bitter Ghosts of Yellow Field Prefecture will line the road in welco." After hearing Zhou Xuan’s words, Guan Niang beca extrely excited.
"However, Guan Niang, I have a request... Rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture requires the response of six God-level deities. I can gather five at best, lacking one..."
"On the ship, I set up an incense hall and connected with the ’Bitter Ghosts,’ requesting it to respond for you."
"That’s wonderful; I have other matters to attend to and will take my leave first."
Zhou Xuan bid farewell to Guan Niang and then, with Divine Soul Day Trip and Shifting Form, returned to Mingjiang Huifeng dical College.
Guan Niang rubbed her hands, suppressing her excitent, and said, "With the great master’s intervention, the Bitter Ghosts of Yellow Field Prefecture will surely find the River God."
"The great master truly has character. If emotions have reached a certain point, even if you don’t ask, he will help willingly, with such grace, such grace,"
Lady Hong Guan leaned against the ship’s railing, staring longingly in Zhou Xuan’s departing direction.
...
Within Hui Feng dical College, the Divine Eagle still circled in the sky, while disaster victims orderly received food, dicine, and bedding.
Many craftsn also organized themselves spontaneously,
Those skilled in carpentry cut bamboo and wood, making tables, chairs, beds, stools, prioritizing the old, weak, sick, and disabled for use.
Those skilled in sewing hastened their stitching work, making cotton-padded coats for children and the elderly, to withstand the increasingly strong cold winds of Mingjiang Prefecture,
Basket makers, rattan workers, ironsmiths... all used their skills to provide so convenience for the victims, bringing a bit of warmth to the dilapidated Mingjiang Prefecture as it increasingly succumbed to harsh winter.
It had been two or three days since the disaster, but Zhou Xuan hadn’t called on everyone to truly rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture. Yet, the people were not anxious; they had co to admire this young man deeply.
Since Zhou Xuan had said there would be rebuilding, there surely would be. Everyone just needed to remain patient and stay calm.
Upon returning to Mingjiang Prefecture, the first thing Zhou Xuan did was head to the Earth Abyss to check on how "Chaos" was being handled.
As soon as he entered the Earth Abyss’s depths, he slled a strong scent of blood,
Several Evil Gods appeared, so manifesting as three-headed fierce tigers, others as nine-headed demon birds, tearing into the Earth Abyss’s pit with blood-curdling intensity,
while the sixteen Yin Hall disciples of Mingjiang Prefecture gathered together, beating drums to cheer on the Evil Gods they worshipped.
They never imagined they’d one day enter Mingjiang City openly and legally, partaking in Blood Food.
Outside the Yin Hall disciples, King Xishan pulled up a stool, leisurely sipping tea.
He was leisurely enjoying himself until he suddenly saw a familiar figure, imdiately standing up, slightly bowing with a nod, greeting, "Great Master."
"Sit, sit."
Zhou Xuan sat beside him and asked King Xishan, "Is the progress of Chaos’s division going smoothly?"
"According to your plan, Great Master, we’ve entertained Chaos—the three-headed fierce tiger that can swallow mountains in a single bite—by emphasizing slow and careful eating."
"Not bad, not bad."
Zhou Xuan nodded. At this mont, he could even hear a voice from Chaos’s remaining consciousness: "Zhou Xuan, my blood runs in your veins! How dare you..."
"The mouth is a bit hard; the goal is not division but to torture that Heavenly Ghost,"
Zhou Xuan turned back and told King Xishan.
Chaos: "..."
Upon hearing this, King Xishan stood up and announced, "The Great Master’s orders are clear; torture is the priority, not division."
With these words, the Evil Gods beca much more cautious in their eating.
Zhou Xuan stood watching the "division scene," quite satisfied with the outco. However, he noticed a group among the Yin Hall disciples wearing ancient scholar robes, each with a feather fan and elegant garb.
The Yin Hall disciples were generally Mountain Barbarians, born and raised in the mountains, with attire more characteristic of mountain folk rather than primitive dress.
Suddenly, seeing a group dressed as scholars was particularly eye-catching.
"Those people... they’re not here to cause trouble, are they?" Zhou Xuan pointed to the "scholars."
"Oh, Great Master, they are also Yin Hall disciples from Liuyun Village," King Xishan explained.
Zhou Xuan was stunned at first, but after regaining his composure, he said, "I’ve been to Flowing Cloud Village before; they weren’t dressed like this."
"Great sir, you must have forgotten; Flowing Cloud Village previously worshipped the Nine Serpent God, nine serpents entwining the Great Saint of Literature Xu Jingshan from two hundred years ago."
"In the Chess Ga of Heaven and Earth, you used three ancient altars to strip away those nine serpents, making the Great Saint of Literature reappear in the world..."
"Oh, that’s how it was. It was by removing the Nine Serpents that Xu Jingshan’s Yama’s Trigram divination was resolved, and I was able to amass a large amount of incense from the Dragon Seeking Incense and Dunjia Incense."
Zhou Xuan nodded and said.
King Xishan continued, "Once the Nine Serpents were stripped away, Xu Jingshan, the Great Saint of Literature, beca the new faith of Flowing Cloud Village. He taught the people of Flowing Cloud Village to read and write, study the classics, and engage in scholarship, turning them all into scholars."
"That’s quite good, a form of enlightennt for the first group of Mountain Barbarians."
Zhou Xuan nodded again, and just then, he heard the voice of an older scholar reproaching soone from within the crowd.
"How many tis have I said, food should be refined and minced thoroughly, cook it well, and eat it slowly."
"When eating, have good manners; when sitting, have proper posture. If you’re ill-mannered or poorly seated, how can you compose exquisite literature? That’s heading in the wrong direction."
"A gentleman stays away from the slaughterhouse; he can’t bear to see life end nor hear its cries, let alone consu its at. Stay far away, far away."
Zhou Xuan parted the crowd and saw a scholar in a blue robe—Xu Jingshan—elegantly instructing the young scholars of Flowing Cloud Village.
Unlike other Yin Halls, Flowing Cloud Village’s thod of sharing "Chaos" was ticulous; they specifically hired a carpenter to saw the at, which was then diced into small pieces by the cooks, simred in a pot, and eaten with condints.
The villagers of Flowing Cloud Village ate carefully, holding chopsticks in one hand to bring at to their mouths, while the other hand shielded against sauce splatters on their long robes.
It seed they weren’t gathering to share "Chaos" but to attend a high-class banquet.
Seeing this, Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle, turning to King Xishan with a thumbs-up, he praised, "Scholars are truly inventive in their tortures."
With the sawing, dicing, simring, and slow nibbling, it was all about the art of tornt.
...
The sharing continued, as Zhou Xuan waved his hand to summon his turtle shell.
He ca to the Earth Abyss not only to oversee the progress of the "sharing project" but also to seek guidance from King Xishan on using these Demon Clan bone fragnts.
As for why he didn’t directly inquire on Turtle God Water Village.... well... the reputation of Mingjiang Prefecture’s great sir also needed polishing...
Upon seeing the turtle shell, King Xishan’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly asked, "May I ask the great sir, where did this turtle shell co from?"
"There’s a turtle that’s lived for nine hundred years in the Turtle God Water Village who gifted it to ."
"That turtle must think highly of you."
King Xishan explained, "We of the Demon Clan cultivate using the Horizontal Bone as our foundation. Besides this, the most precious thing is the Tao Bone within us, marked with traces of our understanding. By holding this bone, it’s akin to having a wise teacher."
"This turtle shell is the Tao Bone of that old turtle. Without a monuntal favor, it certainly wouldn’t part with it."
"Not really, we just had a small transaction."
Zhou Xuan said with a smile.
"But it’s certainly no small matter."
King Xishan was clearly envious of the bone, though he wouldn’t dare disturb Zhou Xuan’s belongings, and returned the turtle shell, saying, "Great sir, the Demon Clan’s Tao Bone needs to be nurtured within your body, with the essence of blood and flesh promoting its spirituality. Once its spirituality reaches maturity, you’ll clearly perceive how its ans are cultivated and its techniques discerned."
"Place it in my body to nurture?"
"Great sir, placing it in your Kongming Mirror to nurture will have a similar effect."
Peng Sheng’s voice ca over.
Zhou Xuan turned to see Peng Sheng and Qing Feng approaching.
"Oh, Brother Peng, Qing Feng, why are you here? The sll here is quite fishy everywhere."
Zhou Xuan remarked.
Peng Sheng pointed to Qing Feng and said, "Lord Qingfeng has urgent matters to report, so I brought him along."
"Qing Feng, what’s the matter?"
Zhou Xuan inquired.
"Great sir, as I was using the Peace Scale to weigh the safety of Mingjiang Prefecture, the scale suddenly shattered—Mingjiang Prefecture is on the brink of disaster."
Qing Feng declared imdiately...
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