Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 995 - 394: Bi Fang Reinforcements
The crowd listened to the book, and as they listened, they couldn’t help but develop a sense of worship for Zhou Xuan.
But they didn’t know that Zhou Xuan was also listening to the same storytelling as them. He stood on the Pavilion Bridge of the Eight Immortals Painting Boat.
"Huh, how strange."
Zhou Xuan, who was standing on the Pavilion Bridge listening to the book, was engrossed when suddenly, a fleeting wisp of breath seemed to penetrate his body.
This breath wasn’t exactly strong, but in essence, it was identical to the Power of Faith that gathered from the people of Mingjiang Prefecture last night.
"Can listening to storytelling also extract the Power of Faith from the human world?"
Zhou Xuan furrowed his eyebrows, and after pondering for a moment, he concentrated, gathering the unexpected Power of Faith.
"At that very moment, in the Heavenly Dome, there was a God-level entity named ’Bi Fang.’ This Bi Fang was coveting the Power of Faith of Mr. Zhou Xuan and intended to steal it,
but he, though named as a god, was actually an old dog!"
...
"What the hell are you all talking about?"
In the Divine Country, Bi Fang listened in all directions.
He had invited all the world’s storytellers to tell stories this time, swearing to let all nine prefectures of the human realm hear about Zhou Xuan’s ’God Slayer event.’
A mortal slaying a Heavenly God was an act of rebellion.
He was thoroughly enjoying it when, out of the blue, he heard hundreds of storytellers in the human world speaking at once — "That Bi Fang is just an old dog!"
He was furious.
I... the storyteller god Bi Fang... was cursed by a bunch of mortal storytellers as an old dog?
"That old dog Bi Fang wants to steal Mr. Zhou Xuan’s Power of Faith; how could the God Traveling Department of Mingjiang Prefecture stand by and watch?
Dragon Seeking Mountain People Yun Ziliang, Tattoo Ancestor Peng Sheng from Peng Town, and King Xishan with Nine Incenses, and others couldn’t bear it,
they flew to the Heavenly Dome, using Incense Power to trap Bi Fang, and hung that old dog to beat him."
"Did I teach you to tell stories like this?"
Bi Fang immediately slammed his gavel, using divine power from the Divine Country, to pull the storytellers’ Secret Realm across the world.
He wanted to summon those storytellers and ask them face-to-face — why were they spreading lies!
The one stealing the Power of Faith was the Dream Realm Heavenly God; what on earth did it have to do with him, Bi Fang?
But Zhou Xuan had already foreseen his lure tactic.
Moreover, last night, Zhou Xuan had given the storytellers of the Nine Prefectures of Jing Country a heads-up — today, if Bi Fang uses divine power to lure you, it’s not to seek you to the Divine Country for anything, but as appreciation and affection from your Ancestor Master.
Thus, as soon as Bi Fang’s divine power began to pull, he heard countless heart voices from the storytellers.
"Thanks to Ancestor Master for your appreciation and affection."
"I... love you, damn it."
Bi Fang was so angry he felt pain in his liver.
Meanwhile, the stories told by mortal storytellers became more and more absurd, with various humiliating tales about Bi Fang emerging endlessly.
Some storytellers described Bi Fang begging for mercy while being beaten by the Painter, Music Master, and others, shouting, "Grandpas of Mingjiang Prefecture, please stop."
Some storytellers said Bi Fang, in order to escape alive, even knelt before Zhou Xuan, begging Lord Zhou not to hold grudges against a lesser man.
Some storytellers, to highlight Bi Fang’s indecent image, even made up scenes where Bi Fang licked Zhou Xuan’s shoes, just to seek a way to survive.
The books of storytellers worldwide had themes of Bi Fang stealing the Power of Faith and being beaten, but each episode was rife with historical embellishment.
Everyone knew such histories were unreliable, but they sure were scandalous.
"What the hell are you all doing? I asked you to promote Zhou Xuan slaying gods; instead, you’re making a concerted effort to disgrace your Ancestor Master."
"Is there still law and order? Is there still justice!"
Bi Fang never expected that he would become the scapegoat "Dream Realm Heavenly God."
"A bunch of motherfucking bastards, all of them motherfucking bastards."
Bi Fang couldn’t resist coming to the mortal world.
He wanted to use his rights as a storyteller god, in peak combat power, to descend into the books those storytellers were narrating,
just like the direct descent of Jia Dao.
"When I descend, I’ll first cut down a few unfilial disciples."
But in that moment, all the storytellers in the human world became "unfilial disciples," and he couldn’t kill them all.
"Insulting my reputation, my illustrious name."
Bi Fang, angered again, used divine power to pull mortal storytellers, only to receive — thanks to Ancestor Master for your appreciation and affection.
"Where exactly did it go wrong?"
Bi Fang was filled with hatred.
"It must have been Zhou Xuan’s doing; it must have been Zhou Xuan... there’s no one else it could be."
Bi Fang believed he hadn’t offended many people; he was barely about to use public opinion against Zhou Xuan, and ended up being turned into an "old dog" by storytellers.
"Sir, something terrible has happened, something terrible has happened."
The voice of the feminized Jia Dao came to Bi Fang’s ears.
"Jia Dao, what’s the matter?"
"Sir, it’s terrible. Today in Mingjiang Prefecture, for some reason, many storytellers are cursing you, calling you an old dog, and clinging to life for survival, licking Zhou Xuan’s shoes, and being hung like a dog and beaten by people from the God Traveling Department."
Jia Dao’s "sincere" words were like sharp knives stabbing into Bi Fang’s heart.
"Why do you have to describe the insults so vividly! Keep it short." Bi Fang was truly on fire.
Jia Dao continued, "Sir, after this book session, your reputation has been reduced significantly. I sensed using the Witch’s methods that your link with storytellers across the world is continually weakening."
The nine Heavenly Gods were formed from the faith of the human world back then, and the link between God-level and Hall Disciples was mostly based on the Power of Faith.
A God-level entity linked to a hall’s backing being publicly cursed and beaten by disciples would weaken their bond; it was no surprise.
This was clearly felt by Jia Dao, and Bi Fang definitely sensed it too.
"Tell me something I don’t know."
Bi Fang was fuming with anger, forgetting his past demeanor, each word he spoke was filled with ire.
Jia Dao sighed and said, "Sir, because of this story session, the human world has gathered a lot of new Power of Faith... this Power of Faith doesn’t only exist in Mingjiang Prefecture, other state provinces have it too — it seems all this Power of Faith has been generated because of Zhou Xuan."
Zhou Xuan’s deeds in rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture were praised by storytellers worldwide, and within half a day, the Nine Prefectures all knew.
The stories were so powerful that people from all regions resonated emotionally and instinctively began to believe in the great Mr. Zhou Xuan from Mingjiang Prefecture.
Thus was the Power of Faith born.
"Damn it, this was supposed to be the killing stroke eliminating Zhou Xuan, but it ended up becoming Zhou Xuan’s bridal gown; how intolerable!"
Bi Fang, emotionally overwhelmed, told Jia Dao, "Jia Dao, in the next few days, I’m going to descend; you cooperate with me to mercilessly kill Zhou Xuan."
"Sir, you saw what happened yesterday; killing Zhou Xuan in Mingjiang Prefecture is not a wise move."
Jia Dao had already sided with Zhou Xuan. He hoped Bi Fang would come to the mortal world because once this storyteller god descended, he would understand what the Heaven and Earth Net truly was.
But knowing Bi Fang, who was inherently suspicious, the more you urged him to descend, the less likely he would do so, therefore, the words had to be said oppositely.
Bi Fang immediately cursed, "Even if the guards in Mingjiang Prefecture are tight, I’ll still descend."
"Sir, if you really must descend, I have a suggestion. In Mingjiang Prefecture, there is an Earth Abyss Evil Rat, quite skilled. If you cooperate with him to kill Zhou Xuan... the task can be accomplished."
"Earth Abyss Evil Rat?"
Bi Fang immediately rejected Jia Dao’s proposal, ridiculing, "A back alley level character, fit to join hands with me! I’m not at the disgrace of teaming up with someone like that."
"But you alone?"
"Of course, I alone can’t kill Zhou Xuan. I will find someone to cooperate with, but not the Earth Abyss Evil Rat."
Bi Fang said, "Keep a close eye on Mingjiang Prefecture for me, if there are any storytellers who curse me too harshly, eliminate them for me, a bunch of noisy fools."
Bi Fang immediately cut off his connection with Jia Dao, and at the same time took out the Will Heavenly Book.
His version of the Will Heavenly Book was not the same as Zhou Xuan’s.
In the bottom left corner of his Heavenly Book, there was a "yellow hair strand" engraved in it.
This yellow hair was his summon for reinforcements, assistance.
"Zhou Xuan, you’re truly tenacious! Even with such small errors, a storytelling collaboration by the world’s storytellers to harm you failed, instead bestowing upon you the Power of Faith in the human world."
Bi Fang spoke coldly.
