"In Yellow Origin there is a Great Demon, in the River there is a Bitter Ghost... His fifth stick of incense is the Bitter Ghost."
Jia Dao responded.
"Hmph, he got lucky. He knows Lady Hong Guan, and the Bitter Ghost holds him in high regard. This stick of incense was given to him without effort."
Bi Fang was extrely angry, with a hint of jealousy.
Once, the Gods in Heaven had jointly prophesized that once the Zhou Family’s Nuodai reached seven sticks of incense, it would be invincible in the human world.
Even if other tangkou reached nine sticks of incense, the chances against seven sticks would still be slim.
Zhou Xuan was at five sticks now, and with the Bitter Ghost Incense freely added, he reached six sticks... very close to the limit level of seven sticks.
"Sir, Soul Shepherd City is becoming more tangible by the day, and the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture is unstoppable."
"Then I must see how unstoppable it really is." Bi Fang smashed the porcelain bowl in his hand, saying.
"Sir, please calm down. I investigated in Mingjiang Prefecture, and the Prefecture City is heavily guarded. You must not descend there; I suspect the golden divination’s readings are incorrect."
Jia Dao had served Bi Fang for years and knew this God’s temperant well, deliberately provoking with his words.
First ntioning the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture, then bringing up the golden divination... each point stabbed at Bi Fang’s vitals.
"Nonsense, the golden divination is a family heirloom magic artifact, inherently spiritual. How could the readings be wrong? As for the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture — I, Bi Fang, do not allow it. Even if I have to descend into the storyteller’s narrative, I will stop Zhou Xuan."
Bi Fang appeared extrely agitated.
"Sir, do not descend, the waters of Mingjiang Prefecture run deep."
"Are you teaching how to do things?"
"Jia Dao wouldn’t dare."
"If you wouldn’t dare, then shut your mouth. Do as I command, keep a close watch on Soul Shepherd City today."
After Bi Fang scolded him, Jia Dao cut off the connection.
Bi Fang’s face turned ashen, gently tapping the folded fan against his palm, he mused, "Zhou Xuan, you must not be allowed to live any longer. At five sticks of incense, the Bitter Ghost favors you, gives you special treatnt, with your talent, in a few days... you’ll ascend to six sticks of incense."
Whether the Nuodai at six sticks of incense can be suppressed by the Will Heavenly Book, it’s truly hard to say.
"Reconstructing Mingjiang Prefecture, stealing my Bi Fang’s reputation; ascending to six incense sticks, even surpassing my strength... I, Bi Fang, cannot allow the storyteller’s hall to have such a powerful disciple."
...
Atop the Bell Tower,
the Painter, Music Master, Peng Sheng, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and other high incense holders had all arrived.
The silver Little Brain, hovered beside Zhou Xuan.
"Great Sir, can the performance begin?"
The Painter asked.
Zhou Xuan pulled out his pocket watch, and the ti was 11:55, five minutes shy of the noon he ntioned.
"It’s not the right ti yet, but let’s warm up the stage first."
Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said to Little Brain, "Little Brain, go to the Donkey Shed, create the clamor of thousands of donkeys braying, and prep the eerie atmosphere."
"As you command, Xuan God."
Little Brain, as the Buddha Country Main Brain, possessing Heaven and Earth’s Extre Speed, flew through the thick mist at top speed, constantly creating the sound of donkeys braying in the Donkey Shed area.
Braying hundreds of tis on Donkey Shed East Street, then hundreds more on West Street, then the south side, the north...
In an instant, he created over ten thousand brays in the Donkey Shed district.
However, due to his extre speed, even though these brays occurred sequentially, they sounded as if they were simultaneous.
The spectators in Soul Shepherd City, gathered around the Donkey Shed, shuddered at the cacophony of donkey brays, exclaiming one after another.
"Donkey Ghosts, these are all Donkey Ghosts..."
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