Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 420 - 227 Human World No Distance_3

"Food Heaven doesn’t need you to be its legs, but it has no choice but to rely on you as its legs."

He added, "Food Heaven cannot go anywhere. Its power is controlled and wielded by you—and you’ve funneled all of Food Heaven’s strength into the kidnapper’s one-stick-of-incense technique.

The kidnapper’s one-stick-of-incense move, called ’Wind under the Feet,’ after refinement, allows its speed to double or even triple that of an ordinary person.

A thirty-year-old Alien Ghost, pouring all its strength into one stick of incense, naturally achieves the Heaven-and-Earth Extreme Speed."

The Painter’s analysis precisely struck at Mr. Feng’s Achilles’ heel.

Mr. Feng let out a bitter laugh, no longer concealing the marks on his folded fan, and said to the Painter, "Your analysis is mostly correct, but there’s one point you haven’t seen through.

Zhe Xiang, to all who walk the Yin path and worship gods, is a nightmare. But only after snapping incense did I realize—Zhe Xiang might be a person’s rebirth.

Every Tangkou longs to refine nine sticks of incense and master their branch’s nine techniques.

But after I snapped my incense, the second stick underwent a mutation, allowing me to specialize in one level of technique, refining it to its extreme. That is how I attained Human World No Distance."

"Nine techniques mean true strength? One technique means true weakness? To dabble without mastery is the true calamity of the Jianghu."

At this point, Mr. Feng cast a disdainful glance at Zhou Xuan and sneered, "Nuo training involves traversing nine Tangkou, each with nine techniques. So many techniques—does that make it a mere embroidered pillow, or the zenith of Heaven and Earth?

In my opinion, it’s hard to say."

"Whether it’s an embroidered pillow, you’ll know at a glance."

Since Zhou Xuan had discerned Mr. Feng’s technique, he had already devised a way to counter it.

With that, he activated the Armored Horse and launched a surprise assault on Mr. Feng. In an instant, his figure moved to Mr. Feng’s front, Perception power guiding the Bone Teeth in an airborne stab towards him.

Mr. Feng moved his foot, turning into a gust of wind, retreating dozens of steps away.

Zhou Xuan’s Armored Horse moved again, with the Bone Teeth continuing its airborne assault.

Mr. Feng evaded once more.

The two, one relying on Human World No Distance, the other on instantaneous Armored Horse movement, found themselves evenly matched for a time.

Yuan Buyu, observing this, was left dumbfounded, watching as his disciple and senior brother—both of them seemingly transcending the Laws—appeared on the stage one second, only to be battling by the great entrance the next.

He prided himself on his keen eyesight, yet he couldn’t keep up with their duel.

At this moment, the Painter finally stepped in.

Sharing some similarities in ability with Mr. Feng, the Painter could manipulate Space Laws, tearing through space and attaining frightful speeds.

"Mr. Feng, let me test myself against you."

The Painter crossed his arm across his chest, abruptly unleashing a slash. Dao Yan Fire ripped through space, and his figure vanished. In the next moment, he appeared before Mr. Feng, wielding a sphere of fire, aiming to engulf him.

With Dao Yan Fire in front and Bone Teeth chasing close after an Armored Horse movement,

Mr. Feng grew overwhelmed and had the unsettling thought that killing Zhou Xuan might be impossible.

"Zhou Xuan has a certain restraint over me."

For nearly thirty years, Mr. Feng had roamed Mingjiang Prefecture with his Heaven-and-Earth Extreme Speed, killing Pain Faction’s Bone Elder with a ghostly approach, piercing his forehead with a single folded fan strike, capturing his Divine Soul through Food Heaven’s Alien Ghost power, and emerging victorious every time.

Now, a Painter who had grasped Space Laws and a Zhou Xuan with extraordinary Perception capable of anticipating his moves had disrupted his plans, rendering his attacks impotent.

"The wind’s tightening—time to flee."

Mr. Feng conceived of a new strategy.

He was confident that if he wanted to escape, no one could stop him,

and even more certain that the Painter’s grasp of Space Laws couldn’t rival his Human World No Distance in swiftness.

"Zhou Xuan, I’ll admit, killing you is tough, but—killing your friends? That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

You’re a man of deep sentiment, and East Market Street is full of your friends. I’ll make them die one by one in front of your eyes."

At this, Mr. Feng turned, took a single step forward, and his form disappeared from sight.

"Young Master, don’t panic. I’ll stop him."

The Painter tore through space, chasing after Mr. Feng.

"Master, I’ll go assist the Painter."

With this, Zhou Xuan began summoning the Human Brain from the Secret Realm, intending to employ Night Travel to aid the Painter.

"Xuanzi... wait a moment."

Yuan Buyu called out to Zhou Xuan, his face wrought with inner turmoil.

"What is it?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Sigh, most of my dream worlds can’t trap Brother Feng, but I know his weakness...I just don’t know whether I should use it."

Yuan Buyu had a particular dream world. Once unleashed, Feng Moyan would undoubtedly be trapped inside it. Yet... he had never had the heart to use it.

"Master, don’t think like that. That guy called Feng is so insane. He can’t beat me, so he wants to kill my friends. Against someone like this, there’s no room for morality."

"Sigh... Disciple, if you can Night Travel and catch up to him, use your storyteller skills to generate a dream against him."

Yuan Buyu leaned close to Zhou Xuan’s ear and detailed the dream to him.

The more Zhou Xuan listened, the deeper his frown grew. No wonder Yuan Buyu hesitated to use this dream against Mr. Feng—it was indeed a despicable tactic. Unless it was a blood feud, such as the slaughter of an entire family, it was unthinkable to resort to such a vicious method.

"Do you remember the details of the dream?"

"I remember them."

"Then go."

After Yuan Buyu finished, he slumped into a chair, his figure beginning to dim,

as the transmission method of the Tree Gate had a time limit. Once it expired, his body would become entirely transparent, and the Ancestor Tree would pull him back.

Closing his eyes, Zhou Xuan assumed his Night Travel form, transforming into a blurry giant as he chased after Mr. Feng.

Yuan Buyu watched Zhou Xuan, momentarily frozen in place, and the more he observed, the more satisfied he felt—

Zhou Xuan was no longer the novice he had been when he first joined the Tangkou. Hadn’t Senior Brother Feng, with his peak-speed Human World No Distance, also failed to gain the upper hand against him?

"Disciple, your master can’t beat Senior Brother, but I’ll protect your body during Night Travel."

ps: Good brothers, I’ve been on the road all day today, so this update came late. I’ll post earlier tomorrow.

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