Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Miss Qiang and the three of them were engrossed in their game of "Human Brain" when Zhou Xuan interjected, "Miss Qiang, how should we treat Little Fuzi's hands? They've been bitten until they're all mangled."

Qiang Xiaojie snapped the Black Water cards in her hands, making a crisp sound, and replied, "It's simple. Go to the kitchen, find a piece of pork, cut it into rice grain-sized bits, and apply it to Little Fuzi's wounds. Once you're done, call me, and I'll accelerate the regeneration of his flesh."

"That works."

Zhou Xuan didn't doubt Miss Qiang's method. He immediately severed his Divine Revelation link, went to the kitchen to find some pork, grabbed a pair of scissors, and sat under the lamp to painstakingly cut the pork.

Cutting the pork into rice grain-sized pieces might seem dull, but Zhou Xuan found it oddly therapeutic. As he snipped away, his weariness seemed to slowly dissolve.

While Zhou Xuan cut the meat, Zhao Wuya was also busy.

Zhao Wuya believed in being a good host, especially since Peng Sheng was his Grand Master's old friend.

When entertaining friends, how could anyone let guests leave dissatisfied?

To make sure Peng Sheng could eat well, drink well, and have a good time, Zhao Wuya went to the dessert shop on the street, bought stewed pear soup and glutinous rice balls, then stopped by a deli to pick up braised chicken and braised intestines. Carrying bulging bags, he returned to the Zhou Family's Jingyi Shop.

"Mr. Peng, thank goodness this is East Market Street, the funeral goods street. The shops here are open all day and night. Try these; see if they suit your taste."

Zhao Wuya lifted the food high before placing it all in front of Peng Sheng. Then he grabbed a piece of braised pig ear and walked over to Zhou Xuan. "Landlord, open your mouth."

His left hand holding the pork and his right hand the scissors, Zhou Xuan truly had no free hands. He opened his mouth, bit into the pig ear Zhao Wuya offered, and praised as he chewed, "Ya Zi, you're really something else. I'll cut your rent."

"Next month, I'll only pay half the rent."

After "serving" Zhou Xuan until he had finished the entire braised pig ear, Zhao Wuya turned to ask Peng Sheng, "Mr. Peng, how's the taste?"

As a Divine Soul, Peng Sheng consumed food by extracting its energy, much like Yun Ziliang. The moment the energy was absorbed from the braised dishes in front of him, the food lost its original luster, resembling ashes after being burned.

He nodded repeatedly, saying, "Much tastier than the food from our time."

"You're just like my Grand Master. Everything seems fresh to you. Let me show you something even fresher."

Zhao Wuya went to the corner of the shop where a cabinet-style record player sat. He pressed a button, and the record started playing Bai Guang's music.

"I hurriedly entered the forest~ The forest in clusters, layer upon layer~ I couldn't trace his whereabouts~"

The soft and slightly raspy singing voice echoed in the shop, exuding a sense of comfort and laziness that felt so wonderful.

Even Peng Sheng couldn't help nodding along. He turned to Zhou Xuan and said, "Brother Xuan, with Mingjiang Prefecture now struck by floods and the disaster not yet abated, is it really right for us to indulge in enjoyment like this?"

Zhou Xuan frowned. Simply having some late-night snacks and listening to music constituted indulgent enjoyment?

Shaking his head, he replied,

"Whether or not this qualifies as indulgence aside, let's face it: people like us, when we can listen to music, we listen to music; when we can eat meat, we eat meat. Today, we're lucky—alive and well. But if tomorrow we stumble into some deadly misstep and get obliterated, we'll regret not having listened to more songs or eaten more meat."

Hearing this, Peng Sheng agreed with the logic. His mental burdens lifted, and he continued enjoying the food, music, and sweet soup.

Not long after, the door creaked open. Fifth Senior Brother Lv Mingkun entered, shaking out the wrinkles in his long robe.

"Little Junior Brother, who's this?"

He pointed at Peng Sheng.

"Oh, the Great Ancestor of the Tattoo Tree Clan, Peng Sheng."

After hearing this, Lv Mingkun clasped his fists and greeted Peng Sheng with a smile, "Mr. Peng."

"I'm just an old ghost, unworthy of 'Mr.' status," Peng Sheng replied, smiling.

Lv Mingkun was about to continue chatting with Peng Sheng when Zhou Xuan interrupted him.

"Fifth Brother, your timing is perfect. I'm getting tired of cutting this."

Lv Mingkun, the best slicer in all of Mingjiang Prefecture, was perfectly suited to the task of cutting this large slab of pork into rice grain-sized pieces.

After taking the pork from Zhou Xuan and asking what shape it needed to be, Lv Mingkun wielded his Bamboo Leaf Blade. In no time, the rice-sized meat pieces were meticulously arranged on the table.

Zhou Xuan scooped the minced meat into a bowl and walked over to the bamboo bed in the shop. Little Fuzi lay on it, and Zhou Xuan carefully applied the meat bits to his wounds.

"This young man's knife skills are truly impressive," Peng Sheng remarked, finding Lv Mingkun's Bamboo Leaf Blade technique fluid and captivating.

"Just a small skill from my work as a forensic doctor," Lv Mingkun replied with a smile. He walked over to the copper basin, wringing out a towel to wipe his face and neck.

Peng Sheng added, "A slicer like you is wasted at the forensic examination hall. The hall doesn't have a defined cultivation path."

"It doesn't matter. I joined the hall for revenge. Now that my great vengeance has been fulfilled, I've lost interest in the incense-burning path. Matters of seven or eight sticks of incense no longer concern me."

Fifth Brother clearly knew how to pick up and let go when it came to cultivation.

He continued, "What interests me most these days is being a teaching assistant at the Bone Elder Association, dissecting all sorts of strange beings every day."

"That's pretty good too."

Peng Sheng genuinely admired Lv Mingkun's outlook on life.

"I have to perform a human dissection tomorrow morning, so I'll head to rest first."

Lv Mingkun quickly ascended the stairs. After a few steps, he handed Zhou Xuan a world-class wristwatch.

"Eh? Where did you get this watch?"

"I acquired it from a Bone Elder—he was an avid collector of luxury watches," Lv Mingkun said with a smile. "I heard from the Bone Elder Association that you've advanced to Four Incense Sticks. This watch is my gift to you, Junior Brother. I forgot to give it to you earlier."

"Thank you, Fifth Brother." Zhou Xuan put on the watch. The fit was perfect—not too loose or too tight. He marveled, "How is it such a perfect fit?"