Day and night tour

Chapter 412 Bi Fang's Regret

The methods employed by the Caixi Hall have reached a level of "a world without thieves."
Bi Fang had no energy left to resist the fifth layer of the colorful game.

The words Zhou Xuan spoke through the Caixi were like a rein, one end held in his hand and the other threaded through Bifang's nose, leading Bifang around the world like a yoke.

At this moment, the dream became increasingly unstable. The scene in front of Zhou Xuan's eyes kept shaking. One moment he saw Mr. Ye's headquarters around him, and the next moment he saw that he was still in the "Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables".

He constantly shifts between reality and dreams.

“Bifang, the power of the Witch God has already cut off the incense offerings to your secret realm. Where do you still have the so-called storyteller skills?”

Zhou Xuan continued to weave words to deceive Bi Fang.

In a world without thieves, Bi Fang's vigilance had reached rock bottom, and Zhou Xuan had become the "master" of his inner world.
Every word Zhou Xuan uttered was a golden promise, a prophecy fulfilled in a single word.

He said that Bi Fang could no longer exert the "incense power of a storyteller," so Bi Fang felt that his connection with the incense in the secret realm had been severed.

Without the link, this dream of a celestial being, which was even more real than reality itself, began to collapse rapidly.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a thunderous sound, Zhou Xuan saw the dreamscape, like a collapsing building, with large fragments falling down one after another.

The Four Heavenly Venerables and the Supreme Will are all gradually drifting away from Zhou Xuan.

His true form had already appeared in Mr. Ye's territory, but it was still some distance from Bi Fang's decaying body.
Zhou Xuan was no longer wearing golden armor, but instead was wearing the Taoist robe he was originally wearing, which gave him an air of refinement mixed with a touch of wildness.

He strolled leisurely toward Bifang.

"Old Bi, I have returned from my dream. Are you alright?"

"You can't get out of that dream, you definitely can't get out of that dream."

When Bifang saw Zhou Xuan, it was as if he had encountered the most intense nightmare of his life. He wanted to create a dream again. Since he could no longer create a dream by speaking, he would use the wooden clapper to do so.

He took out his gavel, about to flick it with his middle finger, but just as he was about to bend his finger, Zhou Xuan's voice rang out again.

“Bifang, you are nearing the end of your life, your hands and feet are frozen, how can you possibly bend your fingers and lift your arms?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bifang's body went limp, just as Zhou Xuan had said, and he couldn't move his limbs at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Zhou Xuan walked back and forth in front of him, completely unharmed.

At the same time, he could only watch helplessly as the "Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables" came to an end.

When that dream completely subsided, the grand dream transformed into a gentle breeze, drifting and lingering in the deep courtyard.

Seeing that gust of wind, Bifang fell into deep despair.

This grand dream is like a blazing fire. Once ignited, it possesses boundless power, but if it is extinguished, there is probably no chance to reignite it.

Bi Fang had used himself as fuel, and he had burned himself out; he had nothing left to lose.

His last bit of vitality wasn't even enough to pull the "Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables" back.

"boom."

When the dream of the Celestial Venerable ceased, most of Bifang's life energy was also taken away by the dream of the Celestial Venerable. His already decaying body exploded, turning into a lump of rotten flesh.

Embedded within this mass of rotten flesh were two eyes; Bifang was still watching Zhou Xuan.

He saw Zhou Xuan walk under the "Great Dream Breeze," and with a wave of his hand, the breeze landed on his hand.

The Dragon Seeker is known for his ability to borrow and control the wind.
Zhou Xuan put on the "Dao Ancestor" mask and used the Dragon-Seeking Wind-Controlling Technique to draw the breeze towards himself.

However, this attempt to summon and collect the dream was not without its challenges. The Great Dream Breeze, being an object of supreme will, remained unruly despite having already been given to the storyteller, and was trying to break free from Zhou Xuan's control over the wind.

The wind must go, Zhou Xuan must gather his strength.

One person and one wind, and they were like tug-of-war in the courtyard.

Bi Fang watched with longing eyes, hoping that Zhou Xuan would be unable to subdue this great dream wind.

"Little wind, where are you going?"

Zhou Xuan immediately recalled the "Supreme Will," the scene of climbing the steps through the crack in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and the majestic and awe-inspiring aura it exuded.

He recalled the scene from his dream in his mind, and his body involuntarily began to imitate it.

His imitation was quite accurate, though far from the true supreme will. The thick walls of the courtyard trembled, and the blue tiles on the roof bounced.
Even the bloodstains on the ground seemed to be slowly moving toward Zhou Xuan, as if it were a silent audience.

The wind, no longer arrogant, no longer struggled against Zhou Xuan, but obediently slipped into his Taoist robe and became a cloud pattern.

This cloud pattern looks simple, with six wavy lines outlining a breeze. However, these six lines have an indescribable smoothness and fluidity. Even the most skilled painters in the world would not be able to draw such natural and vivid lines.

"That is my dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables. Give it back to me, give it back to me."

Bi Fang's body, with the end of the great dream, had shattered; he was now just a lump of rotten flesh lying flat on the ground.
Apart from his two eyes embedded in the flesh, he only had half an arm, which he stubbornly held up amidst the pile of rotten flesh, asking Zhou Xuan for the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable".

"If you want it... come and get it yourself. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Zhou Xuan stood quietly a few feet away from Bi Fang, but Bi Fang was already unable to move.

"Look at you, you're nothing but mud, you've lost all semblance of a celestial being."

After glancing at Bifang, Zhou Xuan walked to his sister, master, and Yun Ziliang, and gently snapped his fingers. The subtle cloud patterns on his body slowly lit up, waking everyone from their slumber.

The first person to wake up was Zhou Lingyi.

When Zhou Lingyi saw that her younger brother was standing unharmed beside her, she immediately rubbed her eyes gently and said to herself, "I miss my brother so much that I dream about him."

She certainly didn't dare to hope that her younger brother would return safely from the "Dream of the Celestial Venerable".

That was a dream entrusted to the storyteller by the supreme will—how could mortals possibly have a way to break it?
"Sister, it's not a dream. I won. Bifang lost."

Zhou Xuan still had his usual smile, which was somewhat warm, but upon closer inspection, it also had a slightly mischievous quality.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lingyi quickly turned her head away, glanced at Bifang, and then used her witch's intuition to sense the world with her eyes closed. She then learned that her younger brother had truly returned, returned from that great dream of supreme will.

"You really came back? You scared me!"

Zhou Lingyi raised her willow-leaf eyebrows sharply, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she looked at Zhou Xuan with an insatiable gaze.

She said, "I'm really afraid you'll... If that happens, I can't even imagine how lonely my future will be."

“Disciple, you’re back to life! I told you long ago, you’re a lucky person and heaven will help you.”

Yuan Buyu was the second to wake up. He laughed heartily, like a seventy or eighty-year-old child.

Everyone woke up one by one, and when they saw Zhou Xuan standing alive and well in the courtyard, they were all beaming with joy.

Everyone was laughing—there were smiles of relief, hearty laughter, triumphant laughter, and the tacit laughter of "brothers who have survived all the tribulations are still here."

All those smiles, woven together, coalesced into Bi Fang's tears.

"Damn it, Zhou Xuan, you son of a bitch... I lost this time, but I didn't lose unjustly."

Bi Fang was furious. All the pent-up anger he had felt in his life, which he had never been able to vent, was now seeping into the courtyard today.

His divine book was shattered, his reputation was ruined, and now, having exhausted his lifespan and energy to try and kill Zhou Xuan, he has only ended in a crushing defeat.

He had lost all the capital he could lose. On his deathbed, unable to accept his utter defeat, he could only resort to the mental victory method—even though he had lost, Zhou Xuan, in collusion with the Witch God, had set up a trap for him with Bifang, so what if he lost?

With the fate of that shameless Celestial Venerable, how could a mere Celestial God contend with him?

"So, I, Bi Fang, didn't lose; I died standing up!"

"With just me, a fan, and a dream, I forced the Witch God and Zhou Xuan into this predicament. Though I have lost, I am still honored."

Once Bi Fang's mental victory strategy is activated, it becomes unstoppable.

"I didn't lose at all. I was the most manly person in today's battle."

In other words, Bi Fang only has one arm now. If he had two arms, wouldn't he be putting his hands on his hips?

Bi Fang's words caught Zhou Xuan's attention.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth and asked Bi Fang, "Old Bi, you said you 'forced me into this predicament,' but I'd like to ask, exactly what predicament did you force me into?"

Bifang wanted to speak, but couldn't—Zhou Xuan was unharmed, and the incense offerings were unaffected...it seemed there was no loss whatsoever.

"Also, Lao Bi, I'm not pretending anymore. I'm coming clean. In reality, I don't know any witch god at all."

“…” Bi Fang.

Bi Fang seized the opportunity to retaliate, saying, "Are you still pretending? I saw the eyes of the Witch God, and the blood curses of the witches throughout this courtyard."

"Where is the blood curse?"

Zhou Lingyi looked around but couldn't find the blood curse that Bi Fang had mentioned.

"Of course not, that was a trick I set up."

Zhou Xuan said frankly.

"Colorful play? Impossible... It can't possibly be a colorful play... Impossible." Bi Fang suddenly realized something, but he was already somewhat afraid to accept reality.

A dignified deity above the nine-stick incense-burning level, wielding the "Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables," the most supreme magical artifact in the Jing Kingdom, and even with Zhou Xuan's friend's life threatened...
It can be said that it has the right timing, the right location, and the right people. Forget about saying "everything is ready except for the east wind"; it has the winds from all directions, howling and blowing.

He had all the advantages at his disposal, yet his grand dream was broken by a disciple who had only been around for five incense sticks.

He couldn't accept this cruel reality.

“Bifang, you’re absolutely right. In the dream, when I mentioned ‘the first time,’ ‘the second time,’ and ‘the third time,’ it was indeed to create suspense. My only purpose was to make you uneasy.”
If you become uneasy, you'll start to wonder if I'm really hiding something, and your curiosity will involuntarily ignite, making you want to see what I'm up to.

Zhou Xuan put his hands on his hips and said, "The moment you thought of looking at my gourd, you fell for my 'playing to your liking' trick. The methods of the Caixi sect can fool even gods, but to truly master these techniques, you must accurately find the other person's 'interests'."
If you don't have this hobby, I will do everything I can to create it for you." Upon hearing this, Bifang felt as if he had truly died, unable to utter a single extra word.

He held back for a long time before he could think of words to retaliate.

"Zhou Xuan, I have lost to you today. You are very good, you are very powerful, but remember, there are many strong people in the Jing Kingdom, and I am not the only god-level being in the heavens who wants to kill you. Just you wait."
"Someday in the future, a god-like being will come and take your head using methods ten or a hundred times more ruthless than yours."

Faced with Bi Fang's curse-like words, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He laughed and shook his head, a contemptuous expression on his face, staring at the two eyes inside the rotting flesh of the Bifang, and said,
"Bifang, oh Bifang, I really can't stand you. We've fought to this extent, and all you can come up with are these childish words."
Do you know what kids say when they lose a fight?

Before Bi Fang could reply, Zhou Xuan spoke in a high-pitched voice, mimicking a child's voice: "You just wait, I'll call my brother to beat you up."

His childlike speech was not only full of sarcasm but also quite comical, making everyone around him burst into laughter.

Yuan Buyu, who hated Bi Fang the most, immediately laughed and said, "Bi Fang, it's one thing that you can't beat my disciple in a fight, but you can't even win an argument? You've been a god in heaven for three hundred years, and this is all you've got?"

"He's utterly pathetic!" Unlike the others, Di Tong was originally a powerful figure in the martial arts world, and his speech was very rude.

—But Peng Sheng, who always spoke in a refined manner, also felt that Di Tong's words were quite appropriate.

Bifang is a complete idiot!
Laughter, curses, and the voice of Zhou Xuanxue's doll filled the air.

For a moment, Bi Fang even felt that death might really be a kind of relief.

He is unable to move. If he could move, he would commit suicide here and avoid all this humiliation.

Zhou Xuan continued, "Old Bi, your threats are nothing but empty words. What difference is there between a 300-year-old god and a quarreling child on the street?"

Now, let me, Xuan-ge'er, teach you how to make your opponent suffer a terrible death.

At this point, he immediately squatted down and said to Bi Fang, "Old Bi, when you were bewitched by my magic trick, the dream of the Heavenly Venerable that you were presiding over was uncertain. You could no longer see the scene in the dream at that time, but I could see it."

“I saw what the ‘Supreme Will’ looked like.”

"What does the supreme will look like?"

In the final moments of his life, Bifang's only concern was the appearance of the Supreme Will.

As a follower and preacher of the "Supreme Will," Bifang naturally wanted to see the true face of the Supreme Will.

However, Zhou Xuan stopped speaking, instead tapping the ground with his right foot, drawing on the momentum of riding the wind, and stomping down on Bifang.

Bifang's already limited life force was nearly extinguished by Zhou Xuan's trampling.

"Zhou Xuan, what does the Supreme Will look like? Tell me."

Zhou Xuan ignored him and continued to step on Bifang.

boom,
With that kick, Bifang's life was nearing its end.

"Please, I don't care if you kill me, but I want to know what my Lord looks like."

This was Bifang's greatest wish for the past three hundred years. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't want to die with regrets.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan squatted down again and asked Bi Fang, "Old Bi, do you really want to know?"

"Want to know."

"Do you really want to know?" Zhou Xuan asked softly.

"Yes...yes...this is something I've always dreamed of knowing."

"If I don't tell you, will you die with regrets?"

"Of course."

Bi Fang said with absolute certainty.

"It's good that there are regrets... If I didn't leave you with some regrets, your life would be too perfect."

“…” Bi Fang.

Bifang only saw Zhou Xuan's figure soar high like a crane, and then stomp down with boundless momentum.

boom!
Bifang's remaining soul has been trampled and destroyed.

In the last second of his life, he was still thinking about what the supreme will looks like.

“Zhou Xuan, you are so cruel... You saw the Supreme Will, but you didn’t tell me what it looked like.”

Bi Fang died with regrets, and these regrets made his death restless.

Zhou Xuan thought to himself, "I really haven't seen what the Supreme Will looks like."

……

Bifang's soul died, and a golden leaf emerged from the rotting flesh.

This is the divine nature of storytellers.

With this divine spark, Zhou Xuan will be able to cultivate another new god-level being.

He grabbed the divine spark and said to Yuan Buyu, "Master, would you like to play around with being a god?"

“How can that be? You know your master. In my life, I have been indifferent to fame and fortune. What are the leaders of sects, or the gods of the mortal world? I regard them as dirt…”

“Then why don’t I take the place? I’ll be a disciple of the temple soon,” Mr. Bai Liu interjected.

He was also a storyteller.

Yuan Buyu immediately glared at him angrily and rebuked, "Old Bai, don't go too far! I haven't finished speaking yet. Although I regard reputation as dirt, I... I have a grand ambition!"

Therefore, I reluctantly accepted the divine designation and will lead the storytelling community step by step to make it bigger and stronger!

Old Yuan's words, like an acceptance speech, were full of ups and downs.

Zhou Xuan felt somewhat embarrassed. If this wasn't his own master, he would have been kicked out on the spot just for standing there basking in the sun!
"Old Yuan, I, Zhou Xuan, hereby bestow upon you the title of Bifang, the new generation of storyteller, in the name of your disciple."

Zhou Xuan has gone against the natural order of things.

Yuan Buyu vaguely remembered that day—the day he accepted Zhou Xuan as his disciple. The first round of apprenticeship between the master and disciple was completed in the kitchen of the Zhou family troupe.

"Xuanzi, today you are to be a storyteller. Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"Catch the fan."

At that moment, Yuan Buyu handed a fan to Zhou Xuan.

At that moment, at this moment.

"A good apprentice is like an extra treasure in the family."

Yuan Buyu's thoughts had already begun to wander.

Zhou Xuan added, "Old Yuan, today's imperial decree is just a title; I will temporarily manage the divine status."

He threw the divine essence into his own secret realm.

Yuan Buyu: "..."

“Disciple, why don’t you just give me this divine essence? Why do you need to hold onto it?” Yuan Buyu asked.

Zhou Xuan smiled and explained, "Master, don't forget, in a temple, only the person with the highest level of incense offerings can take over the divine status and become a god in the mortal world. Are you sure that your incense offerings are higher than Mr. Bai Liu's?"

Yuan Buyu quickly turned around and asked, "Old Bai, what level are you at?"

"I'm... I'm almost eighty, just two inches away from eight incense sticks in time," Mr. Bai Liu said honestly.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Buyu was furious and immediately gave Bai Liu a flick on the forehead: "You're a storyteller, but instead of telling stories properly and bringing joy to the audience, you just stay at home cultivating every day, right?"

"Practicing with so much effort, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?"

Mr. Bai Liu chuckled.

Yun Ziliang, who was standing to the side, joked, "Otherwise, let Mr. Bai Liu be the deity... that would save a lot of trouble."

"Bullshit! When I get back, I'll focus on improving my incense offerings and secretly cultivate my skills, then I'll amaze you all."

Everyone laughed again.

Bifang is dead, and his divine status has been assigned; all that remains is the time for reckoning.

What should be done with Bi Fang's body and the nine gold tokens?
The corpse of a celestial-level deity, at its peak, contains boundless incense power. Whoever can obtain a share will greatly benefit their future cultivation in the path of incense and divinity.

Zhou Xuan stared at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, pondering a plan for its distribution...

……

Above the highest heavens, the Dream God and the Incense-Offering Taoist witnessed Zhou Xuan's narrow escape from death. The two remained silent for a long time, not uttering a single word.

Just as Zhou Xuan was about to have some ideas about the "Bifang corpse," the incense-burning Taoist priest finally made a move.

"Where are you going?" the Dream God asked.

The incense-burning Taoist priest turned around and said irritably, "What else can I do? Of course, I'll shamelessly go down and collect Bifang's corpse."

The corpse left after nine incense sticks have burned in the human realm cannot be divided among mortals; this is an ironclad rule of the Jing Kingdom…

(End of this chapter)