Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Mo Tingsheng and the deceased Mr. Feng were taken by the Bone Elder Association to Hui Feng Medical College.

Zhou Xuan, the Painter, and Qing Feng rode in another vehicle together.

Inside the car, the Painter asked Zhou Xuan, "You mentioned that Mo Tingsheng possesses an extraordinary spiritual characteristic. What kind of characteristic is it?"

"The Peace Scale. Its exact form has only ever been seen by Mo Tingsheng himself. In general terms, he lays out a world-ending scheme and uses the Peace Scale to weigh himself against Mingjiang Prefecture, measuring his capacity to overpower it."

"If his weight surpasses that of Mingjiang Prefecture, it would indicate his plan is impeccably executed and his odds of victory are high."

"Such a spiritual characteristic exists?" The Painter couldn't help but marvel at this revelation.

"If Mo Tingsheng didn't possess such an unrivaled characteristic, why else would he be sent by the Buddha Country to Jing Country? His Incense Fire Level is merely at three sticks of incense." Zhou Xuan explained.

Concerning the catastrophic flood threatening Mingjiang Prefecture, the greatest fortune so far had been apprehending Mo Tingsheng first.

If Mo Tingsheng hadn't been captured early, he could have glimpsed in the Peace Scale the balance tipping against Mingjiang Prefecture.

Upon realizing defeat was imminent, he could have immediately recalled all the God-level entities involved in the Mingjiang calamity.

Before the flood began, three God-level entities were hiding within its waters, having ample opportunity to retreat.

"Young Master, if Mo Tingsheng's Peace Scale is extracted, I am willing to integrate his spiritual characteristic into my own body." Qing Feng spoke with resolute conviction to Zhou Xuan.

"You want that Peace Scale?"

"I wish to safeguard Mingjiang Prefecture," Qing Feng declared.

Zhou Xuan did not doubt Qing Feng's sincerity—though the corruption of manipulators affected figures such as the Overseer and the Monument King, it had failed to taint Qing Feng.

This City God truly possessed a heart filled with earnest devotion.

"Allowing you to have the Peace Scale is naturally not a problem, but you must understand that this characteristic is too overwhelming. Given your high Incense Fire Level, you'll attract attention."

Mo Tingsheng previously told the Overseer that his characteristic was so exceptional even gods coveted it. Among the God-level entities in Mingjiang Prefecture willing to negotiate and protect his trait, there were undoubtedly others who, upon discovery, would attempt to seize it.

Thus, Mo Tingsheng chose to abandon advancing his Incense Fire Level. By keeping it low, he shielded the secret of his characteristic from exposure, reaching only three sticks of incense.

Meanwhile, Qing Feng had a level approaching seven sticks of incense.

"I can extinguish my Incense Fire Level. Using this Peace Scale, I can help Mingjiang Prefecture evade the true catastrophe. Once safely through the calamity, if the demigods, nine-stick incense entities, or Heavenly Dome gods come after me to claim the characteristic, they can feel free to kill me for it."

Qing Feng had an intuition: surviving the flood disaster did not guarantee freedom from future calamities in Mingjiang Prefecture.

On the contrary, he felt the province's true doom was just beginning. Mingjiang Prefecture needed the Peace Scale.

"Your Incense Fire Level is nearly at seven sticks. Are you truly willing to extinguish it?" Zhou Xuan questioned gravely.

"Mingjiang Prefecture does not lack individuals with high Incense Fire Levels; what it lacks is such a characteristic." Qing Feng's resolve grew firmer.

"If you truly wish to make the exchange, I can have Fifth Senior Brother assist. However, consider waiting for three days before proceeding."

Zhou Xuan suggested a cooling-off period.

He feared Qing Feng was acting on impulse and might regret extinguishing his Incense Fire Level later.

By giving him three days to calmly reevaluate his decision, Zhou Xuan hoped Qing Feng could make his choice with absolute certainty. If, after three days, Qing Feng remained steadfast, they would proceed with the transfer.

Zhou Xuan's spiritual characteristic was "Face Reading." He found it remarkably advantageous, and after hearing Mr. Ting Feng elaborate on the "Will Heavenly Book," he became even less tempted by the Peace Scale.

Forget the Peace Scale; "Face Reading" was the ideal match for a storyteller.

"I'll think it over again," Qing Feng acknowledged Zhou Xuan's point, no longer stubborn in his stance.

"Three days later, if you are still willing to extinguish your Incense Fire Level, go find Fifth Senior Brother once you do. He will assist in integrating the characteristic."

...

At Hui Feng Medical College's Weird Creature Research Institute,

Fifth Senior Brother was silently dissecting corpses. In the dissection room, about a dozen bodies awaited his attention—they were his workload for the day.

The corpses varied considerably; some had two faces, others bore four arms, while some exhibited turtle shells growing from their backs.

These abnormalities stirred an instinctive excitement within Lv Mingkun.

In the past, performing purification rituals for the Zhou Family's Troupe clients was merely work, but dissecting these peculiar beings had now become his way of life.

After completing the dissection of one corpse, he removed his white rubber gloves, walked to a nearby table, and took a large gulp from his enamel mug.

Sunlight streaming through the window illuminated both the corpses and his form, and Lv Mingkun felt that life was serene and beautiful.

"This is what life should be."

"Clang!"

Lv Mingkun placed the lid back on his enamel mug, donned another pair of gloves, and took up the Bamboo Leaf Blade to begin dissecting the next corpse.

"Fifth Senior Brother."

Just as Lv Mingkun was about to begin, Zhou Xuan's voice interrupted. His steady hands paused momentarily as he turned slightly to glance at the door.

"Oh, Little Junior Brother, what brings you here?"

"Oh, I've come to ask you to dissect two individuals."

"Who might they be?" Lv Mingkun inquired.

"Them." At that moment, the Music Master carried Mo Tingsheng into the room single-handedly, while the Painter followed with the corpse of Mr. Feng.

"Just these two? One of them is still alive, isn't he?"

"Can't you dissect someone alive?" Zhou Xuan retorted.

"Technically, yes, but these two don't seem particularly interesting to dissect."

Lv Mingkun's sole criterion for his dissections was that the corpses had to be strange and eerie—the more bizarre, the better. This made the process far more engaging for him.

Unfortunately, Mo Tingsheng and Mr. Feng, judging by their appearances alone, seemed no different from ordinary people.