Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 380 - 217: Into the Blood Well Again _2

Chapter 380: Chapter 217: Into the Blood Well Again _2 free𝑤ebnovel.com

Now, Fei Yue also exudes an oppressive aura comparable to the Heavenly God’s Will, and since Fei Yue symbolizes the Blood Well, this proves that the Blood Well has imparted a portion of its will to Zhou Xuan.

"The Blood Well has chosen Zhou Xuan as its successor."

The Hall Master, upon being captured by Zhou Xuan, already knew he was the possessor of the Double Secret Realm, but what he never anticipated—was that both realms would embody true divine will.

"Lost... not unjustly." The Hall Master sneered coldly, "But luck alone is all that sets him apart."

"Luck? Why did the Nuo God and Blood Well choose me?"

Zhou Xuan rejected the Hall Master’s reasoning.

When Zhou Xuan ascended to the Incense Fire Level with two sticks of incense, he stomped upon the Zhou Family’s Nuomian, earning a stern rebuke from the Nuo God. Yet he still forcibly shattered every Nuomian.

It was only at that moment that the Nuo God accepted him.

At Qiye Temple, when faced with the Heavenly Dome above, and using Divine Silk to bind Monk Zhu Jiu’s corpse, Zhou Xuan severed the Heavenly Vault Divine Silk with Bone Teeth.

Only at that instance did the Blood Well recognize him.

"The Blood Well and the Nuo God chose me because I dare to challenge the gods above. My incense fire level may still be low, but my resolve is unyielding—unlike you, a Black-Gloved God."

The Hall Master retorted coldly, "If you were in my position, you would make the same choices."

"Absolutely not. The Liao Ghost Hall may lack great abilities, but their spirit remains vibrant. I have never treated them as mere fuel for incense fire.

They are my friends."

The Hall Master, upon hearing this, suddenly recalled a past incident, sighed deeply, and began to understand why he had lost.

"Perhaps... he truly didn’t rely on luck alone."

...

The Hall Master’s eyes drifted to the center of Fei Yue.

The City God Taoist Temple atop Fei Yue opened its temple gates, swallowing his eyes.

The City God Taoist Temple, once the Hall Master’s pride and joy, had now become his prison.

"Pure imprisonment? Nothing so ideal; don’t flatter yourself. You’re here to toil in misery."

Zhou Xuan shouted at the dome of the temple: "Well, have the Hall Master reveal everything he knows—do you collect sacrifices?"

The stone tablet at the entrance of the City God Taoist Temple bore a single word—"No."

"Well, you finally did something right. Extract all the secrets he’s hiding."

At Zhou Xuan’s command, the temple walls filled with countless eyes, all opening at once, glaring with hate-filled stares that locked onto the Hall Master’s eyes.

These stares were like invisible silk threads, furiously tearing through the secrets concealed within the Hall Master’s eyes.

The Hall Master screamed in agony, begged for mercy, but within the City God Taoist Temple of the Blood Well, his life and death were no longer his to control.

Zhou Xuan watched as blood dripped from the Hall Master’s eyes.

As blood pooled upon the ground, the Hall Master’s eyes lost their defiant glare, becoming akin to all other divinatory eyes, meeting Zhou Xuan’s gaze and revealing their secrets.

Through this gaze, Zhou Xuan saw many scenes,

including the Hall Master’s hypocritical demeanor at the City God Hall, making righteous speeches to his disciples during meetings, boasting about demon extermination and Tao protection, and swearing to restore Mingjiang Prefecture to its former glory.

Another revealed the Hall Master’s greed while consuming the spirit bone and Spirit Blood delivered by the kidnappers.

Beyond the spirit bone and Spirit Blood, the Hall Master had once consumed living humans.

This particular person wasn’t anyone random—it was the Hall Master’s childhood friend. The two had been close companions in their youth.

This friend hadn’t walked the path of shadow nor worshiped gods but possessed spiritual talents comparable to those of a Blood Well Spirit Communicator.

As an adult, the friend came to Mingjiang Prefecture seeking help from the Hall Master, who was then merely a City God Night Shift operative, to secure a promising future.

That night,

the friend became the Hall Master’s...

This marked the Hall Master’s first consumption of "human goods." At this time, he hadn’t yet formed ties with the kidnappers, so the "human goods" hadn’t been refined by expert sacrificial knife techniques nor adorned with the Star Covering inscriptions engraved by kidnappers.

Thus, while the "human goods" had exceptional quality, their efficacy was woefully low and yielded little incense fire, only planting a seed deep in the Hall Master’s heart—

—that the path of incense fire cultivation indeed had shortcuts as long as one didn’t treat other lives as lives.

Zhou Xuan, upon witnessing this, understood why the Hall Master fell silent when he declared the Liao Ghosts were friends.

Apart from the Hall Master’s "human goods past," Zhou Xuan’s greatest intrigue lay with Mo Tingsheng, the kidnappers’ second-in-command, and their mysterious leader—the legendary Mr. Feng.

Yet, unfortunately, Zhou Xuan did not see "Mr. Feng," only catching glimpses of "Mo Tingsheng."

For decades, the Hall Master sought goods from Mo Tingsheng, beginning twenty-eight years ago.

Mo Tingsheng was the epitome of the cultured brute, donning a suit and tie. His refined face in youth resembled a scholarly teacher, while in old age lent him the presence of a kind elder—Buddhist-like in demeanor—and his every gesture exuded sophistication.

And yet, this person was the second-in-command of the Kidnapper Hall.

Among the images of the Hall Master interacting with Mo Tingsheng, one scene particularly captured Zhou Xuan’s attention.

In a luxuriously furnished room,

there were two finely packaged wooden crates of "human goods" on the table.

Mo Tingsheng, cigarette in mouth, said to the Hall Master: "Two crates of goods—one for you, the other for the Suffering Scholar."

The Hall Master lightly patted the goods, replying to Mo Tingsheng: "Incense fire, incense fire. All for incense fire. But what’s the point of climbing higher levels of incense fire? You’ll never compare to Mr. Mo’s three sticks of incense. At the Kidnapper Hall, you’re second to none but Mr. Feng himself. If he doesn’t appear, you’re practically Hall Master."

There was a faint hint of mockery in his tone.

Mo Tingsheng merely chuckled and said: "Hall Master, for you, incense fire matters more than anything. But for me, incense fire is neither here nor there.

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