Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 399 - 222 Day Trip, Night Travel_2

No one had ever shared such a whimsical idea with her in all these years.

If only her brother had come to Jing Country earlier, perhaps the two siblings might already have embarked on a journey across the land,

living those glorious days,

free from guarding the Ancestor Tree, able to roam and explore the mountains and rivers at will.

And now?

"I await the arrival of that beautiful life, hoping by then, we siblings are still alive," Zhou Lingyi said, her tone heavy.

"Not just alive, but living brilliantly."

...

Zhou Xuan reeled in his thoughts, adjusting his mood.

Inside the shop, Little Fuzi was already fast asleep.

Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya were tinkering with a new phonograph.

The box-style phonograph Zhou Xuan had ordered a few days ago had finally arrived, complete with complimentary records from the most popular singer of the time.

Lao Yun was delighted, acting like a three-hundred-year-old child, listening while polishing the phonograph’s case until it gleamed brighter than polished leather shoes.

Zhao Wuya wasn’t interested in the music, but Grand Master insisted he listen, leaving him no choice but to accompany him. Forced to listen, he had to scramble for flattering words to praise the singer.

Sigh, running a forced operation!

"Hey, Lao Yun, enjoying the new toy?"

Zhou Xuan approached Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang grinned, pointing at the record, and said, "This female singer sings just as beautifully as Gu Ling. Tell me, what era is this when so many people know how to sing?"

The music from the phonograph was still playing.

"Pretending... Why pretend... You want to see..."

Listening to the song, Zhou Xuan felt it sounded strangely familiar. He picked up the record to take a look, and instantly burst into laughter, saying, "Turns out it’s Bai Guang."

Bai Guang was a singer Zhou Xuan had recommended to Metropolitan.

Gu Ling was very impressed with Bai Guang and wanted to assemble a jazz band for her. Though the band hadn’t yet been formed, Bai Guang had already begun recording albums.

"Bai Guang has a bright future,"

Zhou Xuan said as he put down the record, clapping Yun Ziliang on the back. "Lao Yun, don’t be too indulged in this decadent sound. Let me ask you, if someone concealed their energy flow and hid somewhere along East Market Street, how would you go about finding them?"

"How to find them? There’s no way to find them!"

Yun Ziliang responded.

"Why not?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Yun Ziliang explained, "That East Market Street, you see, is actually a massive Fengshui Array. Once a person obscures their aura there, not even the Magic Artifact from the Dragon Seeking Hall could track them down. As for who set up the array, I have no idea. But I do know it was assembled with exceptional skill—better than mine."

"Better than yours? But you’re the former number one Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master."

"Ah, that’s just an empty title. Beyond Qingshan..."

"Beyond Qingshan, a brothel?" Zhao Wuya interjected.

"..." Yun Ziliang.

"Ya Zi, stop being so cheeky." Zhou Xuan asked again, "Since it’s a Fengshui Array, couldn’t we activate it?"

"How could it possibly be activated?" Yun Ziliang replied. "The techniques of the Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master with Fengshui are like a key, and this Fengshui Array is like a lock.

Our key can only open our own locks, not someone else’s. Unless there happens to be a key similar to the original, just close enough to activate a part of the Fengshui Array."

While saying this, Yun Ziliang had his back turned to Zhao Wuya, throwing a meaningful glance at Zhou Xuan.

Right away, Zhou Xuan understood what was going on.

The Fengshui on East Market Street had been adjusted once before; Yun Ziliang even went to check out the excitement, witnessing Tattoo Evil Ghost Peng Hu being split apart by a locust tree that suddenly grew.

Therefore, Yun Ziliang knew there was indeed a key for East Market Street’s Fengshui Array.

Moreover, Lao Yun knew that this key was with Sister Cui. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Lao Yun even realized that Sister Cui was the East Mountain Fox Lady Zhao Wuya had been searching for."

Zhou Xuan now figured out how cunning Lao Yun truly was. He had uncovered Sister Cui’s identity but kept it to himself.

"Though it makes sense. If I could deduce Sister Cui’s identity from her fox fur, how could Lao Yun not realize it?"

But even so, how did Lao Yun know that the person who tampered with East Market Street’s Fengshui was Sister Cui?

At this thought, Zhou Xuan smacked his forehead.

Zhao Wuya had come to East Market Street on orders from the Dragon Seeking Hall to find the East Mountain Fox Lady, likely tied to the "Fengshui."

Dragon Seeking operation, East Mountain Fox Lady, East Market Street Fengshui Array activation—it all connected in a straight line.

"Lao Yun, Lao Yun, you’re truly the sly fox."

Zhou Xuan walked to the shop entrance and noticed Sister Cui’s store had already turned off its lights.

"I’ll visit Sister Cui first thing in the morning."

If someone was sound asleep, knocking on the door at this hour would be downright inconsiderate.

"After all, it doesn’t make a difference waiting just one night."

Zhou Xuan returned to his shop.

Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya were still chatting.

"Young apprentice, the Ancestor Master has a question for you."

"Go ahead."

"The Dragon Seeking Hall has quite a few talented individuals, so why would they send you to East Market Street in search of the Fox Lady? What special qualities do you possess to shoulder such an important mission?"

Yun Ziliang was puzzled.

Zhao Wuya responded bashfully: "Grand Master, I’m not exaggerating, but back in the Dragon Seeking Hall, my Compass was the most accurate."

Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang: "..."

The two of them thought about it for a while, then realized the truth. Zhao Wuya’s Compass, they remembered, was a "timid compass," ultra-sensitive when surrounded by experts, spinning like a fan,

but when no experts were nearby, the Compass would just lay around idle.

With so many seasoned masters in the Dragon Seeking Hall, the Compass’s performance had surprised them. But what astonished them even more was—this Compass they’d hoped would prove invaluable had now become their comic relief, the king of slackers.

The three of them talked for a while longer. Zhao Wuya started feeling sleepy and decided to head back to the Old Painting Pavilion to rest. When he opened the shop door, bright headlights lit up.

A truck had stopped at Zhou Xuan’s door.

A middle-aged man in a suit stepped out of the vehicle, entered the shop, and greeted Zhou Xuan: "Young Master."

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