Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Kidnapper Hall had just been annihilated, but Mo Tingsheng and the three Gods unleashed a storm of floods, threatening to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan managed to deceive the three Gods one by one, rallying Mingjiang's Traveling Gods to cut down the three Gods.

"I didn't save Mingjiang Prefecture alone; everyone deserves the credit." Zhou Xuan was indifferent to Qing Feng's gratitude, chuckling as he asked, "How are Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng?"

"Mr. Feng nearly swallowed Mo Tingsheng alive. Only moments ago did he calm his temper. It's relatively quiet inside the cell."

Qing Feng said this.

Zhou Xuan nodded, pushed open the door, and saw Mr. Feng lying in the corner, his mouth dripping with fresh blood. Pointing at Mo Tingsheng, he cursed: "Was the Corridor River drought back then the same as yesterday's Mingjiang flood?"

Mo Tingsheng was covered in bite marks. From afar, he looked like he was bristling with thorns.

"Mo Tingsheng, I treated you as a brother. Truly, I was blind. Who would have thought that the Corridor River disaster was orchestrated by someone as vile as you?"

"Mr. Feng, in all my years in Jing Country, the only person I've wronged is you…"

"What good is saying any of that now?" Zhou Xuan lifted his foot and stomped on Mo Tingsheng's mouth.

Mo Tingsheng spat onto the ground, his teeth seemingly knocked out, leaving a mess of red and white.

"Since coming to Jing Country, who have you not betrayed?"

Zhou Xuan stomped again.

Not far off, Mr. Feng knelt before Zhou Xuan. The flood in Mingjiang Prefecture yesterday had completely revealed to him the truth behind the Corridor River drought years ago.

"Mo Tingsheng tricked me into building Kidnapper Hall, saying it was to unleash the floods, gather the Divine Souls of millions of ordinary people in Mingjiang, and take revenge on God… Bah! Turns out this Buddha Country schemer wanted to gather souls to open a portal between Buddha Country and Mingjiang Prefecture!

Zhou Xuan, thank you for helping me see through Mo Tingsheng's deceit and exposing this farce."

"Mr. Feng, there's no need for more words. Though you were misled by Mo Tingsheng all these years, your hands are tainted with the blood of too many innocents. You won't make it this time either."

Zhou Xuan spoke frankly.

"At this point, I don't fear life or death. To someone as foolish as me, dying might even be a relief."

Mr. Feng tilted his head up, asking Zhou Xuan, "I have only one request."

"You're in no position to make requests."

"I hope to die at the hands of my junior apprentice." The junior apprentice Mr. Feng mentioned was Zhou Xuan's master, Yuan Buyu.

"Uh…" Zhou Xuan reached out with his link to Zhou Lingyi, seeking to know whether his master would accept such an unreasonable request.

For a senior apprentice to die at the hands of their junior was never considered honorable within the halls of Jing Country.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Lingyi transported Yuan Buyu to the cell using the Ancestor Tree's "Tree Gate."

Yuan Buyu stepped out from behind Zhou Xuan, his tightly wrinkled face fixed on Mr. Feng. "Second Senior Brother, you've been gravely mistaken all these years…"

"Junior Brother, you've taken on a fine disciple—better than all the other disciples you had before."

Mr. Feng sighed as he said, "I thought it was the Gods who killed my family, the hundreds of people in Feng Family Manor. Filled with hatred, I now find it was all just a lie."

He looked at Zhou Xuan with the hopeful gaze of an elder passing wisdom to a younger generation and said, "I used to be a storyteller. Among the storytellers within this hall, I traveled the furthest."

Mr. Feng claimed he was the most accomplished storyteller, and Zhou Xuan didn't dispute it. After all, Mr. Feng had once been the figure who taught Yuan Buyu the path.

If Mr. Feng hadn't strayed, he would've been the representative of the Storyteller Hall today.

"I once uncovered the secrets of storytellers. When a storyteller fully comprehends the Nine Incenses, they gain insight into another level of mastery… called the 'Will Heavenly Book.' Only upon reaching this layer can one truly be called a storyteller."

Mr. Feng's revelations resonated deeply with Zhou Xuan.

His second hall, the Tattoo Hall, similarly offered a level beyond mastering the Nine Incenses—where one could understand a truly Divine Tattoo map.

Peng Hou's discovery had been the Heavenly Ghost Map, while Zhou Xuan's was the Mountain and River Map.

The Tattoo Hall worked this way; there was no reason it wouldn't apply to storytellers too.

"What is the purpose of the 'Will Heavenly Book'?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"That requires starting from the origins of storytellers." Mr. Feng's gaze burned brightly as he began to recount the roots of the storytellers…