Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Chapter 1454: Chapter 539: Has the Blood Well Chickened Out? (3)

In her heart, Zhou Xuan now is just like the asshole young master he was before.

But Zhou Xuan, step by step, unexpectedly slowly turned his image around. Before he left Ping Shui Prefecture, even the Dog King admired him wholeheartedly.

Now, there’s really no need to say,

the Dog King’s attitude towards Zhou Xuan is naturally one of absolute submission.

At this moment, the Dog King has emerged, but Erwa hasn’t yet, though the Ancestor Tree echoed with the sound of a child crying.

The Dog King heard this and shouted,

"Erwa, come down the tree, Young Master is still waiting to see you."

As soon as the words fell, Erwa wiped his tears and came down.

"What’s going on?" Zhou Xuan asked the Dog King.

The Dog King said,

"We are lonely ghosts, nourished daily by the spiritual energy provided by the Ancestor Tree. These days, thanks to you, Zhou Family’s Troupe is flourishing, and the troupe is bustling with people, the crown of the Ancestor Tree is like a canopy, very grand."

"The Ancestor Tree getting better means that we ghosts absorb more spiritual energy every day. This incense fire level has grown this way."

"But this brat is vexing. Since he came to the leaf of the Ancestor Tree, the speed at which he absorbs spiritual energy is something we ghosts could never match,

every bit of spiritual energy has been consumed by him."

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan understood—this Erwa was originally a ginseng child, an abnormal species between Jing Country Heaven and Earth. Naturally, his speed at absorbing spiritual energy was extremely fast.

Erwa, single-handedly seized all the spiritual energy provided daily by the Ancestor Tree, which was equivalent to smashing the rice bowls of the other souls.

This couldn’t avoid a beating, could it?

"In the past, we had agreed with Erwa that he would absorb one-tenth of the spiritual energy by himself, and the rest would be for us.

This was going well until today when he suddenly messed up and absorbed all the spiritual energy cleanly. As the Dog King, I naturally had to step in and teach him."

"We should teach him well, hogging everything doesn’t work."

Zhou Xuan lifted the still tear-stained Erwa and said, "No more absorbing spiritual energy, I’ll take you to a fun place."

"Where?" Erwa stopped crying slightly.

"Don’t ask, you’ll know once we get there." From within Zhou Xuan’s body, a pair of blood-red big hands emerged, grabbing Erwa and pulling him into a Secret Realm.

Once Erwa’s form settled, he found himself standing above Black Water, in the distance was the majestic City God Temple.

More importantly, he also saw Big Child and Third Child, coiling around an enormous White Cicada.

Erwa quickly shouted an incantation: "Ho... Ha!"

Big Child turned its head quickly, seeing it was Erwa, joy overflowed, waving his hands, shouting, "Second, come play, this big bug is mighty strong."

"Second Brother, I’ll take you to play with fish, that fish is fun too."

The three children live only for fun, and upon hearing there was fun to be had, Erwa immediately ran over excitedly.

Zhou Xuan, meanwhile, walked alone in the Secret Realm, all the way to the edge, seeing that on the boundary of the Secret Realm, there was a door resembling a mirror.

Under the sunlight, it gleamed brilliantly.

Zhou Xuan walked to the mirror, discovering that this mirror could reflect everything within the Secret Realm, whether it was the Green and Red Fish or the three children, the Blood Well Human Brain, but could not reflect his own image.

"This mirror is a little eerie."

Zhou Xuan reached out to touch that mirror. Just as he touched it, the mirror’s surface turned dull, as if a layer of frost had been applied, reflecting nothing at all.

"Mirror broken?"

Zhou Xuan was curious, when suddenly, the Black Water around him surged, the Green and Red Fish leapt out of the water together, spraying a thick substance towards the mirror.

This blob, resembling maltose without any moisture, adhered to the mirror and slowly flowed downwards.

As this syrup-like substance coated the entire mirror, the mirror’s dulled surface regained its luster.

But this time, the image of Master Wu Ya appeared in the mirror.

Master Wu Ya still maintained a solemn appearance, but his robe was entangled with red blood vessel-like tendrils.

These blood vessels exactly matched those in Lotus Mountain.

Zhou Xuan pondered for a moment, suddenly had some realization.

When he and Zhao Wuya went to Lotus Mountain, Zhao Wuya said that Master Wu Ya had fallen asleep and couldn’t be awakened no matter how he was called.

"Looking at it now, it’s not that Master Wu Ya fell asleep, but that his Zen Soul left Zhao Wuya, entering Lotus Mountain ahead of time."

"Otherwise, there’s no reason for the mirror to have such a bizarre reflection of the master."

Zhou Xuan didn’t need to think further, turned around, and headed to the City God Temple.

Today, the temple doors were wide open, waiting for Zhou Xuan to come for divination.

As soon as he entered the temple, heavy snowflakes began to flutter and dance,

the eyes on the temple walls blinked continuously.

Zhou Xuan considered it, then asked: "Well, I’ve come today to inquire about two matters."

"The first matter, who killed the Heavenly God Level entity on Hidden Dragon Mountain?"

The snow continued to fall steadily, without any change in rhythm.

"This...?"

It was the first time Zhou Xuan saw that even Blood Well couldn’t divine an answer, or perhaps—Heavenly God Levels aren’t allowed to be divined?

He couldn’t decipher it, could only ask in another way: "Is your divination unable to divine Heavenly God Levels?"

This time, the snow finally changed its rhythm, with numerous blood drops falling, spelling out one word on the ground—No.

"No, this indicates you can divine Heavenly God Levels."

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Or was it that the Heavenly God Level individuals of the past covered their tracks too well, even you don’t know who killed the Hidden Dragon Mountain disciple?"

The blood drops from the sky fell again, once more drawing a character in the snow—No.

"Still not right?"

Zhou Xuan felt that this matter was very peculiar. Evidently, Blood Well knew the answer but simply wouldn’t reveal it.

Why won’t it speak?

Zhou Xuan’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued, he asked: "Hey, it’s just me here, you should speak up, what are you afraid of?"

"Even if you don’t tell, I’m planning to capture him in my layout anyway."

It was Zhou Xuan’s first time seeing Blood Well show hesitation.

But whether Blood Well was hesitant or had other reasons, Zhou Xuan felt the latter was more likely—

—A Heavenly Venerate awakened on the night of Laba, slaying one-tenth of Jing Country’s cultivation disciples, who knows the meaning of ’hesitation’?