Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Chapter 1394 - 520: Returning Ruins Space

Yun Ziliang watched Zhou Xuan scattering corn and asked, "What kind of rumors have you spread?""Didn’t I spread word that I’m going to visit Ping Shui Prefecture?"

Zhou Xuan replied.

Yun Ziliang was even more puzzled after hearing this. He said, "Aren’t you going to Ping Shui Prefecture to deal with the Buddha Country people?"

The Witch God learned from the Dream Realm Heavenly God that Buddha Country’s operations in Jing Country over the years have been mainly in two directions—first, giving alms in the human world, attempting to invade more "People’s Will Power."

Second, promoting pill chaos in the Heavenly Dome, using elixirs to destroy the spirits of those Heavenly Fire Clan members.

When the Witch God and Zhou Xuan discussed the Buddha Country’s plan, Zhou Xuan thought of Ping Shui Prefecture’s "Lady Lianhua". He suspected that Lady Lianhua was part of Buddha Country’s plan, and decided to go to Ping Shui Prefecture to investigate.

At that time, the Witch God, Zhou Xuan, and Yun Ziliang were discussing this topic.

Therefore, when Zhou Xuan spread the rumor of "returning to Ping Shui Prefecture", Yun Ziliang didn’t care much, as it was part of the plan.

But now, Zhou Xuan told him that this rumor was the technique to lure Mr. Nayan, which he couldn’t understand.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Mr. Nayan doesn’t know my trip to Ping Shui Prefecture is to investigate Lady Lianhua.

When I was chatting with the Witch God, there was no Fengshui Array in East Market Street; otherwise, the Witch God would have already detected Mr. Nayan’s presence.

Since Mr. Nayan doesn’t know my true intention of going to Ping Shui Prefecture, the news of my visit carries a different meaning to his ears."

"What kind of meaning?"

"He knows I hid Danzi in the stone temple, but the stone temple isn’t the safest place for Danzi. The best hiding spot is under the Ancestor Tree of Zhou Family’s Troupe."

Zhou Xuan threw another corn into the water and said, "The Nuo God is still alive, which is a well-known fact in the cultivation world of Jing Country."

With the Nuo God in eternal rest beneath Zhou Family’s Troupe, who would dare to seize Danzi?

"Within my rumor, there is a piece of information that once my second furnace is finished, I will return to Ping Shui Prefecture—this is essentially a countdown, creating a sense of urgency for Mr. Nayan."

Zhou Xuan threw out another corn and said, "These days, I’ve also been telling people I’m refining a third-grade elixir. Mr. Nayan, being able to see through the feigned death of Danzi, is surely an expert in Alchemy Dao, possibly a top master.

As a Sky Dome Gatekeeper, he must be well acquainted with the output capacity of the Ancient East City Hall Furnace, hence he can roughly estimate when my second furnace will finish."

"So, your second furnace will be finished today?"

"Naturally," Zhou Xuan said, "I checked the elixir last night; the ’Desire Pill’ has been polished to a crystal clearness by the furnace’s fire, resembling a piece of amber, the elixir is nearing completion."

Yun Ziliang put himself in Mr. Nayan’s shoes and contemplated, feeling that Zhou Xuan’s seemingly ordinary approach subtly grasped Mr. Nayan’s mindset.

Mr. Nayan’s greatest dream was to monopolize Danzi, but his recent arrangements seem immature, not rushing to success.

However, the urgency in Zhou Xuan’s rumors is like waves of pressure, forcing Mr. Nayan to make a decision.

And the formation of the second furnace’s elixir is the final charge, forcing Mr. Nayan to act, or else he will perfectly miss the chance to monopolize Danzi.

No matter how astute Mr. Nayan is, he would never believe that his ability could secure Danzi within Zhou Family’s Troupe.

"Xuanzi, you truly have a way; Mr. Nayan doesn’t fully understand you—if I were Mr. Nayan, why would I want Danzi at the expense of my life? Continuing as a Sky Dome Gatekeeper isn’t comfortable?"

Yun Ziliang confirmed that "Mr. Nayan," the big fish, is already in the net, feeling elated, he promptly opened sack after sack of corn feed with great force and scattered it out.

"Eat, eat, these feeds are all good... Eat them and take the bait for me."

Yun Ziliang shouted ventingly, making Zhou Xuan click his tongue aside; this old fisherman’s fishing skill might not be great, but his strength is truly impressive.

The sacks of feed were thrown really far.

After all the sacks of feed were cast, Yun Ziliang found the fishing rod, sat on a small stool to wait for fish.

"Mr. Yun, why not stop fishing? I’m indeed tired of eating fish; let’s go to a restaurant... have eight treasures duck, white-cut chicken."

Zhou Xuan’s persuasion suddenly raised Yun Ziliang’s self-esteem, he refused to leave no matter how he was persuaded.

"Twelve sacks of feed, I refuse to believe not a single fish will be caught, sit down, let me fish a while longer, if no fish is caught, we won’t leave."

Yun Ziliang’s stubbornness emerged, Zhou Xuan complied—after all, with so many sacks of feed in, not catching a couple of fish seemed excessive.

He continued to sit beside, chewing on the stem of a dog’s tail grass, picking stray corn kernels from the ground, throwing them one by one into the water.

After wearing down three grass stems, finally... Yun Ziliang yelled: "Fish on, fish on..."

"Is it on?" Zhou Xuan turned his head to look, seeing Yun Ziliang’s fishing line taughtly stretched, the fishing rod bending into a crescent shape.

"It’s on, it’s on."

Yun Ziliang began to tussle with his big fish, his rugged face, resolute eyes, illuminated by the blazing sun above, shadows flickering—the feeling of "The Old Man and the Sea" came out.

He muttered, "Finally going to have luck, finally going to have luck."