Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 450, 449: A Handy Weapon

Feng Xiuhu inexplicably brought up the God of Night, which suddenly alerted Fang Youliu.

"That's right. This spirit tree is a shared property of the Jingzhe Temple and the Church of the Night. Even Jingzhe Lang left behind a divine descent talisman. How could the God of the Night not have prepared a backup plan?"

"She was indeed prepared."

Feng Xiuhu strode towards the tower.

"Xi Jun allowed the Church of the Main God to enter the Eastern Continent to preach, but did not allow the Western Gods to set foot there at will. Therefore, in many things, the God of Night is not as convenient as Jingzhe Lang."

Ascending the steps, Feng Xiuhu entered the tower once more.

"Fortunately, the Goddess of Night possesses the power of 'spying,' which allows her to keep track of the situation here at any time."

Feng Xiuhu walked straight to the big tree, lowered his head to examine it, and tapped the paving stones with his cane, making a dull thud.

Fang Youliu also looked down and only then noticed the clue—the patterns on the floor tiles clearly formed a magic array.

"These are runes that symbolize the coveting of authority."

Fang Youliu's pupils contracted, and he immediately looked at the innermost ring of the totem: "It points to..."

"The God of Night himself."

Feng Xiuhu gave him the answer.

"wrong."

Fang Youliu noticed something amiss and looked around: "Why are there only runes and totems? Where is the outermost array base?"

As mentioned earlier, a complete magic array should consist of three parts from the outside in: the array base, runes, and totems.

“On the outskirts of the valley.”

Feng Xiuhu said, "To be precise, this magic array encompasses the entire valley, starting right at the city gate. Its significance lies not only in allowing the God of Night to know the growth of the Spirit Tree at any time, but also in enabling the Church of Night residing here to detect in a timely manner whether anyone has escaped from Free City."

Fang Youliu gasped: "So, the God of Night could discover us at any moment?"

Feng Xiuhu did not answer this question. Instead, he said to Fang Youliu, "Go to the city gate. Niu Jia Dalang is back. He probably can't walk. Take some food and drink with you and go pick him up."

Fang Youliu glanced at Feng Xiuhu and realized that Feng Xiuhu was deliberately trying to get rid of him.

Fang Youliu knew that Feng Xiuhu had secrets, but who doesn't have secrets? Even Fang Youliu himself kept many things about the Secret Arts Academy a secret.
Fang Youliu nodded in agreement: "Okay, then we'll meet at the carriage."

After that, he turned and left.

After Fang Youliu left, Shunzi, who had been holding back for a long time, was finally able to speak freely.

He said impatiently, "Brother! You weren't here just now, and your body was possessed by an evil god again—"

Before he could finish speaking, Shi emerged from behind Feng Xiuhu.

He glared at Shunzi with annoyance: "How many times have I told you, it's not an evil god."

His tiger-like eyes revealed a fierce look, and Shunzi hesitated to speak.

Shi sniffed at Feng Xiuhu: "The lingering rhythm of rules... This scent, is it spying on power? Have you seen the night?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded slightly: "I went to Mulin, but I don't understand how I got there."

Shi looked up at the big tree, then looked down at the magic circle: "Perhaps it's just bad luck."

Feng Xiuhu's eyelids twitched. He remembered what the Goddess of Misfortune had said—she had given away the misfortune that originally belonged to Feng Xiuhu to someone else.

The prophecy came true; the unfortunate one became the god of night.

After a moment's consideration, Shi gave a reasonable explanation: "The environment of Zizai City is special. There is no clear boundary between the mortal world and the spirit world. Unfortunately, the Spirit Tree just happens to grow here."

"It possesses the characteristics that a spirit tree should have, with its root system connecting the mortal world and the spirit world, thus forcibly correcting the abnormal environment around it."

Shunzi suddenly realized: "No wonder Zijin She and Jeffrey Zhang were fighting in the garden like nothing happened, and there were those people with leaves in their clothes."

Erosion continued, “However, this corrective action conflicted with the unique environment of the Free City—although the mortal realm and the spirit realm overlapped here before, the corresponding spirit realm location was fixed. As a result, the interference of the Spirit Tree exacerbated this abnormal state, causing the spirit realm area of ​​Free City to become disordered and no longer fixed.” He scratched at the stone bricks on the ground with his claws: “As luck would have it, the Church of the Night set up a magic array here.”

"This magic array, which encompasses the entire Free City, provides a ready-made anchor point for the chaotic state, causing people entering the Spirit Realm from Free City to mistakenly enter the divine kingdom of the God of Night based on the direction of the totem."

Shi lowered his head and blew a long breath towards the ground.

As the wind blew, all the stone bricks turned to sand and became fine powder.

"The magic array has been destroyed."

Shi looked up at Feng Xiuhu, his voice carrying the low growl of a wild beast: "The root of the God of Night is, after all, in the Western Continent, and he may not be able to control you for the time being, but Jingzhe Lang is different."

“You slaughtered his entire temple and severed his divine consciousness; this grudge is no small matter.”

Feng Xiuhu's eyes widened: "What kind of talk is that? You were the one who fought him."

Shi sneered, "That's not a bad idea. If he really comes to you for an explanation, you can call me out to confront him. Maybe he'll give you face."

Feng Xiuhu fell silent—Shi was clearly being sarcastic.

He really couldn't use Shi as a scapegoat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain Shi's half-dead state.

Only the great worm hidden in the shadows is the original, lofty and supreme Devouring God.

Therefore, the one who could not have killed the divine thought was Shi, but only Feng Xiuhu.

Having figured this out, Feng Xiuhu made his decision.

Another way to put it is to say, "what's the use of trying to sabotage something that's already been ruined?"

Feng Xiuhu gently stroked the tiger head on his walking stick: "Anyway, we've already offended them."

Shi Xin sensed something and noticed that the magical power within Feng Xiu Hu's body was circulating.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Xiuhu licked his lips: "Big Tiger, I've figured out which weapon is most suitable for me."

"You've made a decision so quickly?"

Shi Xiang advised him to think it over carefully.

Feng Xiuhu grinned and said, "There's nothing more suitable than this."

The antique walking stick began to gleam. Feng Xiuhu picked it up, twirled it in his palm, and then gripped it tightly.

The cane changed shape, and when the light faded, a long-handled object appeared in Feng Xiuhu's hand.

Upon closer inspection, he was immediately greatly disappointed—

The handle of this object is long and straight, and unremarkable; the head is wedge-shaped, with one end wide and sharp and the other narrow and blunt, and it has no highlights whatsoever.

Despite all that talk, it's really just an ordinary long-handled axe.

If I had to point out anything special about it, it would be that the entire axe is red.

Feng Xiuhu weighed it in his hand for a moment and felt that it was suitable and convenient in every way, and he was very happy.

Shi's expression was not good: "You've ruined a perfectly good divine artifact like this?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't sense anything amiss: "What's wrong?"

Shi said irritably, "If you pull this thing out when a fight breaks out, won't people laugh at you to death? They'll think you're here to chop wood."

Feng Xiuhu hugged the axe and kissed it: "You were right about the last sentence."

He turned to look at the spirit tree: "I'm going to chop wood now."

(End of this chapter)