Jing Country is filled with evil spirits, each with their unique talents. For instance, some spirits are adept at concealing their presence,
while the spiritual black donkey possesses the ability to walk through various spaces."
"So this big black donkey understands the Time Law?"
"It’s not the same as the law, just somewhat similar." Yun Ziliang explained.
Zhou Xuan heard this and slapped Zhao Wuya on the shoulder: "Ya Zi, I’m requisitioning your big black donkey."
Zhao Wuya kept his head down, focused on eating, pretending not to hear.
"Even if you don’t agree, I’m still requisitioning it. Once we’re done, I’ll take you to watch a movie."
"I don’t like watching movies."
"Then I’ll help you accumulate incense offerings."
"You can even help me accumulate incense? By cultivating for me?"
Zhao Wuya widened his eyes.
"Of course. Dragon Seekers are divine beings, and divine beings can use Buddha energy to gather incense." Zhou Xuan added, "Mo Tingsheng is someone from Buddha Country, think about it. People from Buddha Country wouldn’t lack Buddha energy, would they? I’ll capture him for you, and you can absorb his Buddha energy. His flesh will go to Lao Yun. Isn’t that a win for everyone?"
Zhao Wuya abruptly stood up, slammed the table, and exclaimed, "Landlord, Mr. Zhou, you’ve insulted me! Our Dragon Seeker lineage has the dignity of the Taoist sect. Capturing Mo Tingsheng is a righteous act on behalf of heaven. As a member of the Taoist sect, my big black donkey should go through fire and water without hesitation. What’s the point of talking about Buddha energy or incense offerings? Those are secondary matters!"
Tsk tsk, look at Ya Zi, speaking so righteously—yet he didn’t outright reject Mo Tingsheng’s Buddha energy.
With Zhao Wuya’s black donkey, things would be much easier. After eating, Zhou Xuan strolled around for a bit, wandering to West Street, only to hear Si Yuer calling him.
"Oh, Yu Er, what brings you to East Market Street?"
"It wasn’t the wind that brought me, Brother Zhou. Today, Mingjiang Prefecture is using a lot of newspaper coverage to smear your name."
"Let them smear away; it’ll be old news in a few days."
The smear campaign was orchestrated by Mo Tingsheng. If Mo Tingsheng were dead,
then naturally, the smear stories in the newspapers would cease.
"Brother Zhou, you’re so easygoing. If it were me, I’d break their legs."
"News in the papers is a trivial matter. Yu Er, I actually have something big to discuss with you."
"I’m a Blood Well Spirit Communicator. You know that, right?"
Si Yuer hadn’t known before, but ever since Zhou Xuan performed Night Travel and issued his howl in Mingjiang Prefecture, she realized that Zhou Xuan was indeed a Blood Well Spirit Communicator.
"I want to establish the Blood Well Society." Zhou Xuan stated.
"The Blood Well Society is under Teacher Jing’s control though."
"I intend to replace Teacher Jing."
Zhou Xuan then told Si Yuer everything about Teacher Jing’s deeds: working for the Evil God, having close ties with kidnappers, and even possibly orchestrating the abduction of Blood Well Spirit Communicators.
Si Yuer was so angered that her lips nearly bled.
"I never realized Teacher Jing was so wicked!"
"Blood Well Spirit Communicators shouldn’t be treated as food or have a fate of madness. The new Blood Well Society will lead all Spiritualists to live dignified lives, free from worries about insanity."
Since Zhou Xuan himself was a Blood Well Spirit Communicator, his words deeply resonated with Si Yuer.
She hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhou, what do you need me to do?"
"Your Si Family has access to many major newspapers. In the coming days, you’ll publish articles on the front pages announcing the reorganization of the Blood Well Society. Make it a headline, to build anticipation for the new Blood Well Society and so Mingjiang Prefecture’s other Blood Well Spirit Communicators can see this too."
"Shouldn’t we also set up a secret code for the Blood Well Society?"
"Not necessary." Zhou Xuan replied. "Don’t forget, during Night Travel I can emit howls audible all over Mingjiang Prefecture. Now, my Perception has reached a higher level—it’s entered the Day Trip Realm. Going forward, if I want to convene a Blood Well Gathering, I can notify all Blood Well Spirit Communicators in Mingjiang Prefecture during Day Travel. Possibly not just Mingjiang Prefecture, but also Ping Shui Prefecture, Yellow Field Prefecture, and Jingchuan Prefecture—I can notify them all."
Si Yuer listened with stars in her eyes.
It wasn’t just Zhou Xuan’s powerful Perception that impressed her, but also her anticipation for the future Blood Well Society.
"Blood Well Spirit Communicators from four prefectures—under Brother Zhou’s leadership, what kind of energy could they unleash?"
"Let’s not dream too far ahead." Zhou Xuan gently flicked her forehead and said, "Remember, front page headline."
"Absolutely! I’ll go back and write the articles right now—I’ll personally handle it."
Si Yuer turned and left.
Zhou Xuan strolled around a bit more, then returned to the shop to sleep.
Early the next morning, Zhou Xuan was still dreaming when Miss Qiang called out, "It’s figured out! It’s figured out—twenty-three years ago."
Zhou Xuan asked groggily.
"Mo Tingsheng is hiding in Jing Country’s history, twenty-three years ago."
"Can the location be pinpointed any further?"
"Jing Country, twenty-three years ago—Mingjiang Prefecture, Xishan Street. This is as specific as it gets."
"That’s good enough." Zhou Xuan praised.
Xishan Street was the most bustling street in Mingjiang Prefecture.
It stretched for several kilometers, but to Zhou Xuan, who could use Day Travel, investigating the street was no trouble at all.
"Has the Buddha Mantra’s Power Attribute been calculated yet?"
"Still being computed."
Zhou Xuan nodded, got up, washed up briefly, and called the City God Main Hall.
The call was answered by Li Zheng, the City God’s administrator.
He had worked an overnight shift and was a bit fatigued, his voice lazy.
"Oh, Young Master!" Li Zheng’s energy instantly picked up. "What are your orders?"
"Is the Painter in the City God Main Hall?"
"Notify him immediately. I’ve confirmed Mo Tingsheng’s location. Once the personnel are gathered, we’ll head into Jing Country’s history to capture him."
Li Zheng hung up and sprinted to the stone house where Mr. Feng was detained to inform the Painter: "Lord Hua, Young Master has confirmed Mo Tingsheng’s location."
The Painter was sitting face-to-face with Mr. Feng.
At this moment, Mr. Feng was filled with bitter hatred for Mo Tingsheng. His teeth clenched tightly as he spat out, "Mo Tingsheng, may you die a miserable death."
The Painter waved his hand, signaling for Li Zheng to step out.
"Now we only await Lord Jian."
The Red Coffin Lady was already in Mingjiang Prefecture, and her mobilization would be swift, but Lord Jian had yet to arrive in Mingjiang Prefecture.
About half an hour later,
a Divine Lantern stopped in front of him.
"Lord Hua, the God Traveling Department’s surveillance magic tool has responded. A high-level expert with incense strength exceeding six sticks has entered Mingjiang Prefecture, but after the tool’s vibrations, it stopped completely."
"No matter—it’s Lord Jian entering Mingjiang Prefecture."
After the lantern flew away, the Painter looked toward Ping Shui Prefecture, memories replaying before his eyes—a scene of an archer clad in white clothing, drawing a bow, the arrow aimed at the Heavenly Dome.
"It’s been many years since I’ve seen the White Clothes Divine Arrow."
The Painter muttered...