Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"It's effective, truly effective."

A long illness makes a good doctor. The Blood Well Spirit Communicators have endured years of torment from Blood Well Madness, and they naturally recognize the signs. They know what sensations mark the beginning of suppressing the madness.

In Zhou Xuan's ears, he could constantly hear sighs of relief echoing around him.

"I can make everyone see more and more tattoos, which work wonders in suppressing your Blood Well Madness. But in this world, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Helping you suppress the madness naturally requires you to do something for me."

"But trust me, what I ask of you only involves utilizing your heightened perception, not putting your lives on the line."

"That… that's fair."

"As long as my madness can be cured, what's the harm in doing something?"

"Genuine assistance. It's only right to put in some effort."

The group mostly agreed with Zhou Xuan's proposition.

"It's good you're not shirking responsibility. As I said, suppressing madness is only one function of the New Blood Well Society."

"A much larger purpose is to ensure that none of you are hunted down by those with malicious intent."

"We are an alliance of offense and defense!"

With the precedent set by the High Monk Moon Gaze tattoo, everyone naturally trusted Zhou Xuan more.

"President, what should we do if we're still hunted in the future?" Zhimajiang asked.

This time, her inquiry was genuine, devoid of even the slightest hint of hostility.

Zhou Xuan replied, "If anyone's hunted, just speak up in the Blood Well Society. I'll teach you how to take care of them."

"You're powerful—far more powerful than you've ever allowed yourselves to believe. Before, you saw yourselves only as patients, freaks, aberrations."

"Moving forward, every one of you should be more confident. The Blood Well Spirit Communicators in our society are the most gifted cultivators in all of Jing Country."

"I'll guide you, step by step, to recognize your strength."

His words stirred the spirits of the Blood Well Spirit Communicators, igniting an enthusiasm they hadn't felt before. After all, Jing Deng had never once told them they were powerful.

"She, of course, wouldn't want you to wake up to reality. In Jing Deng's eyes, you're nothing more than commodities—higher-grade human goods. And as goods, you'd naturally need to stay weak and timid, making her management easier."

At this point, Zhou Xuan didn't continue discussing Jing Deng but instead addressed the group. "Among you, there must be individuals well-informed about current events. You surely know that there are some truly deranged people aiming to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture."

"Yeah, of course."

Zhimajiang answered with striking candor, saying, "I heard that some immensely powerful individuals are manipulating Mingjiang Prefecture's eleven reservoirs to unleash a massive flood. I've already packed my bags, ready for a quick escape."

Zhou Xuan: "…"

Zhimajiang truly had sharp instincts.

"If you want to flee Mingjiang, I won't stop you. But lend me your perception."

Zhou Xuan said, "I need to hunt down these deranged troublemakers."

"Why would you want to find them? If the sky falls, the big ones will hold it up—you should let the small ones scamper away first."

Zhimajiang's attitude was emblematic of the former Blood Well Spirit Communicators under Jing Deng's leadership. They'd mastered one skill above all else: the art of swift escape.

The moment they sensed trouble, they'd slip away without hesitation.

"The president is undoubtedly the biggest one in all of Mingjiang Prefecture."

Si Yuer chuckled.

All at once, speculation arose among the group about Zhou Xuan's identity.

"The strongest figure in Mingjiang Prefecture must be Bone Elder. Could the president hold the Bone Elder Priest office?"

"Divine offices vary in hierarchy. I've heard that the most powerful is the Painter."

"Apparently, there's someone quite skilled at playing an instrument who's also formidable."

Suddenly, the New Blood Well Society turned into a lively gossip hub.

Zhou Xuan didn't have time to waste and said, "Save the rest of this for later. Those of you planning to flee, feel free to do so. I only ask you to link your perceptions to me."

He understood this band of Blood Well Spirit Communicators well. They could be relied on for support but not for risking their lives.

Thankfully, Zhou Xuan didn't need them to risk their lives.

"Fair enough, I'll link my perception to you today, president. Anyway, if the sky falls, it'll land on you first, not us."

"Exactly, exactly."

"President, if anything happens, you take the lead while we make our getaway."

Zhou Xuan frowned as he listened. He truly wanted to scold them: You're the most cowardly group of members I've ever led!

Once the Blood Well Spirit Communicators fully linked their perceptions, Zhou Xuan felt a surge of unprecedented vitality coursing through his own perception power.

As his Divine Soul undertook its Day Trip, every building in Mingjiang Prefecture seemed to take on a translucent texture. When he looked at the trees, he could see every pattern within their trunks and even perceive the faintly slow traces of their growth.

"No wonder the perception power of Jing Country is considered invaluable. With such heightened perception, there's so much that can be achieved."

While marveling, he was already Day-Tripping over the Peak Flood.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's perception had reached an unfathomable level. He could hear sound from extraordinary distances and see the subtlest movements.

The Peak Flood was encroaching upon Mingdong, but the distant, pitiful cries from the outskirts of Mingxi also reached Zhou Xuan's ears.

"Heavens are so unfair, sending such a flood!"

"My child, please save my child. I just saw his head bobbing out of the water a moment ago!"

Curses, pleas for help, wails of sorrow—an endless symphony of human suffering poured into Zhou Xuan's ears, fueling his wrath toward the god hidden within the floodwaters.

He directed his perception's rays into the floodwaters, and then, using his Divine Soul's Heaven and Earth Extreme Speed, he scanned the flood with the perception rays.

Even after searching extensively, he couldn't locate the god's figure. However, he heard the god's voice and saw countless threads stretched across the sky—the Heavenly Vault Divine Silk.