Day and night tour

Chapter 441 The Day and Night Wanderer
Zhou Xuan extended a "sincere" invitation to Zhao Jinjia, the leader of the Dunjia sect in the sky.

"The Azure-Red Fish belongs to the Dao Ancestor and is a supreme treasure for alchemy. Such a treasure should rightfully be inherited by the orthodox Daoist sect. It is most reasonable for you, the Grand Master of Escape Techniques, to guide it."

Zhou Xuan's words became increasingly sincere and humble, almost as if he were about to personally levitate and bow to Zhao Jinjia.

Zhao Jinjia was in a state of extreme inner turmoil. Faint golden patterns appeared on his skin, like armor as thin as a cicada's wing.

Among the protective mantras of the Bone Elder Society, there is a saying: "Golden sword, golden armor, protect my spirit and form." But when it comes to golden armor, the "golden armor" of the Capital City Escape Armor School is the true divine armor.

Since this old Taoist priest was wearing armor, he must still intend to guide the blue-red fish.
The Kingdom of Jing was not a country abundant in magical artifacts; its development and utilization of these artifacts were far less advanced than that of the Buddhist Kingdom.

That is precisely why, when such a precious magical artifact appears in the world, how could one not vie for it?

"Blue and red fish..."

Zhao Jinjia stared greedily at the thick "blue and red fog" on the street, but the deeper he looked, the more he seemed to see—a ferocious beast that seemed to be hiding in that fog, and anyone who stepped in would probably die a terrible death.

This eerie sense of dread largely consumed his greed. He chuckled and said softly, "Sir, as that butcher down there said—whoever slaughters the pig, owns the meat."
Since the fish monk was captured and killed by the master, the blue and red fish should rightfully belong to you. How could this old man have any reason to lay a finger on them...

He wanted to find an excuse to avoid guiding the blue and red fish, but before Zhou Xuan could speak, the butcher began to speak loudly.

"It's true that the pig was slaughtered by Master Da, and it's also true that the pig belongs to him. But if he wants to give the pig away, that's none of my business."

The butcher pointed his knife and said, "Old man Zhao Jinjia, if you want fish, then come and take it. There's no need for all this arguing."

These words were utterly ruthless, like two horizontal locks across a great river, blocking both the upstream and downstream channels, leaving Zhao Jinjia unable to go up or down.

Zhao Jinjia was quite helpless, so he passed the hot potato of "green and red fish" to Wan Zangshan, the leader of the Ba people.

“Chief Wan, your Ba people have occupied the Huangyuan Plain for thousands of years. This is your small territory, and the Qinghong Fish was born in the Huangyuan Plain. This fish should rightfully belong to you.”

"laugh."

After Wan Zangshan chuckled, he said, "Within the Daoist sect, they always regard the Ba people as the great evil, and they wish they could get rid of me as soon as possible. Since you are of pure lineage, I will not go to take the fish; I will leave it to your orthodox Xuanmen sect."

The hot potato was returned to Zhao Jinjia, who could only look to the head of the Heavenly Eye Temple—the Daoist of Extreme Eyes.

The Taoist Master Ji Mu closed his eyes slightly, using only the Heavenly Eye in his palm to see, and because his right hand was raised high—in a physical sense, "his eye was higher than the top of his head."

His third eye, filled with disdain, swept over Zhao Jinjia before speaking without any politeness.

"Sect Leader Zhao, when your people of the Escape Technique were slaughtering my Heavenly Eye Sect members, you were incredibly ruthless. Today, that great master offered the fish to you willingly, yet you didn't dare to take it?"

The Tianyan Temple and the Dunjia School have been vying for the title of "Number One in the Xuanmen" for many years, during which they have fought many times, resulting in countless deaths and injuries to members of both sides.

Therefore, the Taoist Master Ji Mu and Zhao Jinjia have never gotten along.
Now that Zhao Jinjia has presented him with an opportunity to mock him, how could Ji Mu Dao Ren not take advantage of his verbal skills and thoroughly humiliate the leader of Dunjia Xiang?

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm just being polite."

"The word 'etiquette'... coming out of Sect Leader Zhao's mouth is really unfamiliar."

The Taoist Master Ji Mu stroked his goatee and said with a half-smile, "What does it matter if you don't dare to go down and guide them? Zhao Jinjia, in front of these people, call me 'Grandpa' three times, and I'll be the first to go into that blue and red mist and investigate the truth. How about that?"

"Humph!"

Calling one's arch-enemy "great-grandfather" is something Zhao Jinjia would never do, something so disgraceful. But being asked to go down and guide him is something he absolutely dares not do. So he could only stand there awkwardly, pretending to be stupid.

These three leaders of the various schools of thought in the world remained silent, with no further action taken.
During this time, Zhou Xuan was not idle. He secretly used the "Escape Fragrance" technique—the River of Destiny.

If there is indeed great risk within that blue and red mist, it must be an ambush set up by "humans".

As long as one is human, fate exists.

He sensed destiny and knew what was hidden in the fog.
With a plan in place, Zhou Xuan first entered a state of "breathing like a tortoise for a thousand years" to put it into practice.

After the divine tortoise entered a meditative state, Zhou Xuan summoned the human brain from the Blood Well in the secret realm, raised his perception to its limit, and then emitted sound waves that were inaudible to ordinary people towards the thick blue-red fog.

The sound waves rippled and echoed, creating two rivers of destiny within the thick fog.

The river water was extremely pure, but the water quality varied; one river had a bluish tint, while the other was noticeably reddish.

"In this thick fog, there are only blue and red fish, nothing else."

Zhou Xuan's "River of Destiny" remained oblivious to the lurking dangers.

However... not noticing it doesn't mean there's no crisis.

Under the shockwave of Zhou Xuan's voice, in addition to the two long rivers of green and red, he also saw a pool of water.

The pool of water appeared briefly, then shrank rapidly until it was no longer visible to the naked eye.

"Someone is deliberately hiding themselves."

Upon seeing the puddle, Zhou Xuan finally understood—there was indeed a person hiding in the fog, and this person's cultivation was extremely high, so high that even with Zhou Xuan's perception, which was comparable to that of a god, he was unable to shake out the other party's River of Fate.

"How can I improve my ability to search the River of Destiny?"

Just as Zhou Xuan was thinking this, he heard Miss Qiang calling from inside the secret realm.

“Ah Xuan, the engineer just came up with a new plan. She said that your perception has reached its limit, but the limit depends on the hardness of your secret realm. If Miss Wall and I release our mental energy at the same time, we can strengthen your secret realm!”

Once your secret realm is reinforced, you can accommodate more perception. As long as the God of the Blood Well releases some more perception into you, your perception will reach an even higher level.

"My perception is already very strong, reaching the level of the Sun Travel Realm. If it were to become even stronger, how far could it go?"

Zhou Xuan asked curiously.

Miss Wall said, "I don't know. The engineer came to Jingguo even earlier than me, and she has never seen what it's like to have a higher level of perception. But we'll see soon."

"Then let's go, let me explore what extraordinary things are hidden in that blue and red mist."

As soon as Zhou Xuan finished speaking, Miss Wall and the Engineer in his secret realm simultaneously closed their eyes.

Then, they transformed themselves into two invisible wisps of consciousness, formless and intangible, and attached themselves to the walls of the Zhouxuan Secret Realm.

This attachment was like several iron skeletons protruding from a mud wall, and Zhou Xuan felt for the first time that his secret realm was so hard.

He was originally the strongest "vessel" in the world; within the time it takes for three incense sticks to burn, he was able to simultaneously contain the "Blood Well" and the "Nuo God" in Pengjia Town three hundred years ago.

At this point, his influence was incomparable to what it used to be, and his capacity for inclusion was far greater. Now, with the added support of Miss Wall and the engineer, his influence was even stronger.
His human vessel, in terms of both resilience and strength, has reached a near-perfect state.
A mortal body can contain thousands of gods.
With the secret realm so fortified, the blood moon beneath the City God Temple began to rotate.

The Blood Well, like a well brimming with sensory power, continuously infused Zhou Xuan with a torrent of perceptual energy.

With this boost, Zhou Xuan's perception immediately soared, and his body felt extremely full, even to the point of feeling bloated.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Zhou Xuan was somewhat overwhelmed by the overwhelming power of perception, and he was also unable to control the vortex of perception. As a result, the entire street sensed this surging power of perception.

Like a great river rising from a dry land,

Lu Xingzhou was closest to Zhou Xuan, and was struck head-on by this perception. His mind almost went mad, and countless uncontrollable killing intents gathered in his heart.

"The Great Master's perception is astonishing."

Lu Xingzhou hurriedly used his perception power, equivalent to nine incense sticks, to counteract the contamination, but the difference in their perception power was too great.
He had no choice but to conjure two balls of water in the air, then struck the water and retreated to a distance of about ten feet.

Perception works in this way: it is most powerful when it leaves the body, but as the distance increases, the power diminishes more rapidly.

With this distance of about ten zhang, Lu Xingzhou was able to barely use his own perception to offset the "pollution storm" brought about by Zhou Xuan's perception.

"Damn, that's terrifying."

Li Changxun hid even further away than Lu Xingzhou.
Yun Ziliang then asked Li Changxun, "Changxun, among the gods in heaven, are there any whose perception reaches this level?"

"Even the gods in our heavens are normal people, not monsters or prodigies. Master's perception is a pure prodigy!" The Ba people's leader, the Heavenly Eye Sect Master, and the Dunjia Sect Master—these three are all figures from the Daoist sect, and within the Jing Kingdom, Daoist disciples possess the most outstanding perception.

The three of them usually prided themselves on their perception, but now that they had met Zhou Xuan, the phrase "awe-inspiring" became completely tangible.

"Just the leakage of perception can corrupt nine sticks of incense? What a monstrous talent! If I were given such a blessing... even if a celestial deity descended to earth, what would I have to fear!"

Zhao Jinjia was extremely envious, staring at Zhou Xuan with red eyes, wishing he could possess this perception ability for himself.

The greed in the eyes of Wanzangshan and Jimu Daoren was no less than that in Zhao Jinjia's eyes.

Everyone was retreating, avoiding Zhou Xuan's unparalleled perception, while Zhou Xuan, after his power reached a new peak...
call!
call!
Two souls actually emerged from his body.

A soul, radiating a light like the bright moon.

One of the souls was entangled in the blazing fire clouds.
Zhou Xuan's own soul remained within his body; his features retained the clarity of a "human being," showing no signs of being lost or disoriented.

A person,

Three souls
Everyone on the scene was stunned.

The person closest to Zhou Xuan at this moment was the butcher, whose cultivation level was unknown. He looked at Zhou Xuan's two souls that had left his body with great care, like an old scholar.

Zen Master Wuya, with a clear and pure mind, put his hands together in prayer and uttered the Buddha's name.

Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and even Li Tianxiang, Wan Zangshan, Zhao Jinjia, and Jimu Daoren all appeared to be deep in thought.

They were all members of the Taoist sect.

In famous Taoist temples all over the world, whether they are righteous or evil, they all have a mural in their collection.

The murals record a secret about the "day and night wandering gods" of the Jing Kingdom.

According to storytellers, the first wandering deity in the world was the storyteller.
But that's not actually the case.
The mural in the Taoist temple depicts a deity with three spirits: one in his true form, one as the night spirit, radiating silver light, and one as the day spirit, protected by blazing flames.

This deity is the first wandering god in the world; he is neither a night-wandering god nor a day-wandering god, but a god who wanders both day and night.
She is the "mother goddess" of countless day-roaming and night-roaming gods in the world.

Zhou Xuan's three souls were now aligned, much like the "day and night wandering gods" depicted in the mural.

"I never imagined that the legend of the day and night wandering gods was actually true."

As a Celestial God, Li Changxun considered himself to be knowledgeable and experienced, but today, he felt somewhat dazed, as if he had returned to the days when he was learning the Dao—everything seemed new and exciting to him.

Yun Ziliang said, "The day and night wandering spirits transform themselves into day and night. The day spirit uses its Dharma form to slay the ghosts and demons of the mortal world, while the night spirit, like moonlight, shines upon the earth, seeing through all things..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xuan pointed his right hand at the blue-red mist, and Ye Hun, who was lying dormant beside him, let out a long howl and flew into the mist.

As the Night Soul swept through the fog, Zhou Xuan saw a mountain range of white bones gathered within it, along with a tattered cassock. Now he could see the person in the fog clearly.

"So, a god-level being was hidden in this fog!"

That tattered robe is the symbol of the "Robe," a god-level Otherworldly being.

That mountain of white bones is a symbol of the "Cult Master of Immortality".

The appearance of the blue and red fish not only attracted the incense sticks of nine, but also a god-level being.

"No wonder Zhao Jinjia and his men dared not enter the fog."

Zhou Xuan thought to himself.

With their level of cultivation, Zhao Jinjia, the Taoist Master Jimu, and Wanzangshan naturally didn't know what was hidden in the mist, but they vaguely sensed that there was a powerful figure in the mist who also wanted to seize the Twin Fish.
Therefore, they only dared to observe the situation and did not dare to approach Pisces.

"A god-level being is hidden in this fog, so I can't just enter it casually unless I summon the Witch God..."

Zhou Xuan was plotting something, but as the Night Soul returned, he also saw—a "burning incense" rising from the blue and red mist.

"Oh, so we have an old acquaintance."

Zhou Xuan immediately calmed down and suppressed his senses.
The night soul and the day soul both returned to their bodies.

Zhou Xuan was still the same Zhou Xuan, a slightly thin young man wearing a Taoist robe.

“Xuanzi, your perception has just entered a new realm, manifesting the true form of the ‘Day and Night Wandering God.’”

Yun Ziliang said excitedly.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "So there are even realms above the Sunrise. However, we can talk about these realms later. What we need to do now is enter the fog and guide the twin fish."

He already knew what was in the fog.
He shook his head, looked at Zhao Jinjia and the others, and said coldly, "Pisces is about to descend. The three of you should find someone to guide Pisces."

Zhao Jinjia, Wan Zangshan, and Ji Mu Daoren remained silent; they still dared not enter the blue-red mist.

Zhou Xuan sneered again, but this time, he didn't just laugh it off. He went all out, going to great lengths to humiliate him, and said...

"All the sect leaders and patriarchs in the world, who usually wield power and influence, are actually just empty shells, all show and no substance."

When faced with even the slightest trouble, one after another, they cower like... what? Like turtle eggs!

He straightened his long robe and said, "I can't even give away my blue and red fish, so if you can't get the double fish, don't blame me... blame yourselves... you're useless..."

This earnest rant thoroughly humiliated Ji Mu Dao Ren, Zhao Jin Jia, and Wan Zang Shan, leaving them utterly speechless—at this point, anyone who dared to utter a word would be sent down to guide the Pisces, and they couldn't find any reason to refuse…

"Zhou Xuan, let you be smug for a while, and see how you'll laugh later. So what if you can manifest as the 'Day and Night Wandering God'? Your cultivation level will belong to me sooner or later!"

Zhao Jinjia lowered his head and said fiercely.

"It's one thing for you all to be greedy, but to lack even the slightest courage, to be so useless, yet still stubbornly embark on this fish-stealing journey—I'm too stupid to understand the reason behind it."

I can't believe who gave you the courage.

Zhou Xuan's sarcastic remarks actually made the butcher burst into laughter, and Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and the others also laughed along.
Li Tianxiang, the leader of the same lineage of seeking dragons, originally wanted to consider the other two Taoist sects and didn't want to laugh. However, after thinking about it again, he realized that his own master's face was more important, so he could only laugh out loud.

The laughter on the street was like a sharp knife, stabbing Zhao Jinjia and his men so hard their faces stung...

"I was forced to take the blue and red fish."

Zhou Xuan followed closely into the blue-red mist. The mist, which seemed to harbor a ferocious beast, wasn't so terrifying to him.
He walked step by step, getting closer and closer to the fog. Finally, when even the last piece of his clothing was swallowed by the fog, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and the others' hearts were in their throats.
They didn't know what was in the fog; the unknown always brings the strongest fear.
Even the previously unruly butcher shifted his body slightly, watching Zhou Xuan enter the mist.

The fog didn't cover a large area on the street, but once Zhou Xuan entered, he discovered it contained a hidden world.

The mist revealed a beautiful landscape of mountains and water, with lush bamboo groves providing shade and birdsong filling the air. A vast bamboo forest stretched as far as the eye could see, a truly breathtaking sight.
But deep within the bamboo forest, the faint sound of a zither could be heard, and Zhou Xuan knew who was playing it.

"Old Incense Burner, I never expected that you, a Celestial God-level Time and Space Lord, would actually covet my Azure and Red Fish?"

Zhou Xuan greeted the person hidden deep in the bamboo forest as if they were old friends reunited.

"boom!"

"rub!"

A cowhide drum and a tattered cassock, as if possessed, surrounded Zhou Xuan.

"It is still unknown who the blue and red fish will belong to, young man, do not speak recklessly."

A ghostly voice flowed out as the leather hand drum vibrated.

At the same time, the dense bamboo forest parted to reveal a stone table.
Three people were sitting at the table.
"Shaman" God-level - Longevity Cult Master;
The Otherworldly Demon Behind the "Torn Robe"—The Crippled Monk;

And Zhou Xuan's old acquaintance, the Taoist priest who offered incense...

(End of this chapter)