Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1100 - 425: All Beings as Medicine (Part 4)

Zhou Xuan hazily felt that this heaven and earth itself was the largest alchemy furnace.

However, now was not the time for Zhou Xuan to indulge in melancholy. His most important task now was to bamboozle the Fish Bodhisattva.

He conveniently took advantage of Fish Bodhisattva’s words to continue spinning a yarn, saying, "So, if we cooperate, what’s the first thing we should do?"

"Uh..."

"Isn’t it to annex the other Human Pill factories? Only by monopolizing can we sell at high prices. We need to obtain as much of the elixir market share as possible before the Buddha Country and Jing Country go to war.

When the war comes, we’ll transform from Human Pill traders and achieve class ascension in an instant, becoming high officials in Jing Country. Your elixir, my Heavenly Book, we’ll call the shots in Jing Country."

Zhou Xuan stretched his arms straight, exuding a sense of dominance as if Jing Country lay beneath his feet, leading Fish Bodhisattva to envision a future full of "stormy ups and downs."

"Can we do it?"

"If it were an ordinary mind, of course not. But I’m different. My mind..."

"Very sharp?" Fish Bodhisattva chimed in.

"Not just sharp, my mind is very dirty."

"How dirty?" In Fish Bodhisattva’s eyes, filled with Vajra rage, there was no anger left, only a longing for status.

Zhou Xuan said, "When the war is on, our elixirs will not only be sold to Jing Country but also to Buddha Country. With elixirs, the people of Buddha Country will become stronger, the war won’t be one-sided, allowing it to last longer.

War needs to be prolonged. The longer they fight, the more we earn."

"..." Fish Bodhisattva couldn’t imagine what kind of education Zhou Xuan had received to have such dirty thoughts.

Making war profits is one thing, but playing both sides?

"Mr. Mingjiang is truly a capable person, esteemed at such a young age by the Witch God. So let me ask one more thing: if the war ends, will our elixir business also come to an end?"

"Then we must clearly position ourselves," Zhou Xuan said.

"What kind of position?" Fish Bodhisattva asked.

Zhou Xuan casually replied, "If Jing Country wins, we become Jing Country people; if Buddha Country wins, we become Buddha Country people. In short, whoever wins, we’re their people.

In the future, amidst peace and prosperity, we’ll continue our Human Pill business and achieve further class ascension.

One day, we will attain—freedom, absolute freedom. None of these wills or that will matter; we ourselves are the truly free will, transcending the Three Realms, beyond the Five Elements. On that day, who can stand on top of us brothers?"

Having witnessed the "Dream of the Celestial Venerate," Zhou Xuan understood that even the true Heavenly Venerate or the Blood God with a mighty will never truly had freedom. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

That kind of undisturbed freedom, the feeling that no one in the world can decide life or death, he didn’t even know if the "supreme will" ever truly possessed it.

And currently, absolute freedom is the most distant yet the most alluring dream.

This dream compels people to pursue it, even if it’s an illusion.

Fish Bodhisattva couldn’t help but dream of endless beauty, murmuring, "Absolute freedom, absolute freedom, not even the Ancient Buddha enjoyed such luxury."

Zhou Xuan seized the moment, continuing his speech with modulation and rhythm, "So, the question arises, I, pouring resources, using the Heavenly Book, God-level, helping you with the Human Pill business,

I, offering advice, guiding you on how to profit from war, growing the Human Pill business dozens, hundreds of times from what it is now,

I intend to soon help you dismantle alchemy factories one by one, laying the foundation for war profits,

And I only take a thirty percent cut of your profits. From start to finish, have I ever overcharged you a dime?"

Fish Bodhisattva immediately shrank his form, the towering Dharma Image of the giant Buddha, transformed in moments into a normal-sized, bald monk in a Daoist robe.

He bowed his head to Zhou Xuan: "I have long admired Mr. Mingjiang’s name, and today, seeing you, you are worthy to be my teacher."

"Venerable Teacher, receive this bow from Fish Monk."

During the ritual of obeisance, Fish Monk’s form had a strange tremor, akin to certain patients with chronic illnesses trembling unconsciously due to their condition.

Zhou Xuan knew that Fish Monk was getting into character.

"Oh, Fish Monk, oh, Fish Monk, it was such a challenge to reel in a fish like you."

Zhou Xuan muttered to himself,

Luckily, all this effort wasn’t wasted, the fish—has already entered the trap.

Zhou Xuan tapped Fish Monk’s shiny bald head lightly three times with a paper fan: "A brilliant master leads the way, but the disciple must also have wisdom. You’re a wise person, come on, tell me which alchemy factories you know of, their locations, and what pills they produce, explain it all to me."

"Teacher Zhou will help you smash all those Human Pill factories to pieces in these coming days—tell those alchemists that without the talent, they shouldn’t try alchemy like others."

Zhou Xuan’s words were not actually deceiving Fish Monk; he indeed had plans for alchemy, but the pills he wanted to refine were not Human Pills, but the "Qi Pills" mentioned by Alchemist Bai Lu.

Since he wanted to grandly embark on alchemy, all the alchemists under the sky, whether they were black-hearted or not, were Zhou Xuan’s adversaries.

After all, the truest and rawest hatred always comes from the industry peers...