Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 922 - 373: Ancestor Master’s Portrait_3

"No need, no need."

Zhou Xuan walked to the front of the Big Black Donkey at the door and gently patted the donkey.

This Big Black Donkey had a combat friendship with Zhou Xuan, usually very close to him. But at this moment, it was also fooled by him and couldn’t distinguish who it was, immediately braying loudly.

It was braying fiercely, as if threatening Zhou Xuan—if you keep patting your Donkey King, I might just bite your hand.

And just at this moment, Zhao Wuya heard the donkey braying, lifted the window, poked his head out, and shouted down, "Who are you, messing with your Daoist’s donkey?"

"Tired from walking, borrowing your donkey for a ride."

"Before your Daoist gets angry, you’d better leave, or else when your Daoist comes down, you’ll get a face full of peach blossoms..."

"Isn’t it allowed to ride? Then I’ll reveal your secrets." Zhou Xuan teased.

"What secrets do I have?"

"You’re on the second floor reading dirty books with erotic drawings... I saw it with my own eyes." Zhou Xuan shouted.

Zhao Wuya’s face turned red immediately, stammering, "Nonsense... what nonsense are you saying? Groundlessly slandering someone innocent... Your Daoist was reading ’Spring and Autumn’, ah, you damn brat, so it was Brother Xuan."

Zhao Wuya was afraid he’d mistook it, as just now he had seen an old man downstairs in worn-out, plain clothes, but without even taking his eyes off him, that old man had turned into the elegant Zhou Xuan.

"My eyes must be failing me, seeing things wrong with old age." Zhao Wuya rubbed his eyes, looked again carefully, and indeed saw that the person downstairs was Zhou Xuan.

Even Little Fuzi was stunned, how did the old man become Zhou Xuan, while the Donkey King was already affectionately nuzzling Zhou Xuan.

"Bluffing, indeed remarkable."

Zhou Xuan immediately sighed in admiration.

Just by creating a fake identity, he even fooled Little Fuzi, Zhao Wuya, and the black donkey altogether.

However, this level of trickery seemed to have a drawback, like having a duration after which it wouldn’t be effective.

...

"Indeed, there is a time limit; after half an incense, those you fooled realize the truth."

The Engineer explained to Zhou Xuan within the Secret Realm.

"That doesn’t seem very useful?" Zhou Xuan said.

Just half an incense’s time, what’s that enough for?

"Don’t underestimate the short time, the techniques of the Colorful Play Hall have a terrifying aspect."

"What is that?"

"Though it’s a two-incense trick, it can fool someone of the nine-incense level."

"A two-incense trick can deceive someone of nine incense? That’s a bit exaggerated..."

"Your first incense method begins with Spiritual Control, and those of Jing Country cannot cope with Spiritual Control. Even if the incense is high, in the eyes of a Spiritual Sect’s Colorful Play Master, it’s just a puppet."

The Engineer said, "In the past, under Supreme Will’s guidance, dozens of God-level entities with numerous Daoists wanted to eradicate Colorful Play Hall, but what was the result? Didn’t they still let the Colorful Play Masters escape and complete Consciousness Aggregation under Earth Abyss."

"Thankfully, the techniques of Colorful Play Masters all have time limits; otherwise, this hall, I’m afraid, would not only be arrogant in the human world but might also have methods to deal with heavenly figures."

After the Engineer’s words, Zhou Xuan deeply understood the terrifying aspect of the Colorful Play Masters.

"No wonder this hall is under Supreme Will’s close watch, absurd."

As Zhou Xuan thought of this, a plan suddenly extended in his head. He seemed to be able to start from this layer of method and weave a deception to fool the Earth Abyss rats.

"There’s lots of absurd stuff, like you, in half a day’s work, you’ve gathered two levels of incense from the Colorful Play Hall, quite absurd."

The Engineer felt Zhou Xuan’s cultivation talent was overly exaggerated, but she didn’t know—Zhou Xuan’s cultivation talent was naturally excellent, but the reason why he cultivated the Colorful Play Hall incense so quickly, besides talent, was due to some Spirit Attribute compatibility.

"Practicing Colorful Play techniques feels like returning home."

Zhou Xuan asked the Engineer, "Once the incense of the Second Inch burns out, what’s the trick for the third Incense Stick?"

"This Third Inch Incense has its difficulty."

The Engineer said, "The skill for the Third Inch Incense is called ’Mirror Flower Water Moon,’ creating false scenes through your trickery. Those scenes can be pavilions, terraces, bridges, and gardens,

these scenes were initially fabricated by you, but those deceived who enter these places, it is as if they have plucked a flower from a mirror, caught a moon in the water, unable to distinguish illusion from reality."

"Each level of the Colorful Play Masters’ techniques is so profound."

"What is meant by Colorful Play? A grand play of vivid colors; without a diamond drill, how could you handle porcelain work?"

The Engineer said, "Practicing this Inch of Incense won’t be easy; you need to conceive a fictional courtyard, to lure people in to roam. If those deceived firmly believe in its existence, your incense will rise rapidly."

"Teacher Gong, does this Secret Realm... look like a mirage?"

"No, no, no."

The Engineer had an automatic response; she’d had enough of being tricked by Zhou Xuan. It’s fine to deceive others, but using your own people for practice? What kind of standard is that?

As she strongly refused, Zhou Xuan made a secret gesture behind his back with his right hand.

The Secret Realm Black Water was already under his control. If he wanted wind, there would be wind; if he wanted a mirage, then naturally, a mirage would appear.

"Huh, it really does look like a mirage, doesn’t it?"

The engineer looked at the distant secret realm, where the Black Water’s waves surged incredibly high, forming a rainbow on the horizon.

Beneath the arch of the rainbow, another expanse of Black Water was refracted.

The two expanses of Black Water connected, revealing an endless stretch of heaven and earth, truly magnificent.

The engineer loved beautiful prose, and even more so beautiful scenery, becoming unconsciously entranced.

Zhou Xuan discreetly made hand gestures, advising the Black Water — gradually dismiss the mirage, the speed must be slow, and gentle.

The Black Water conjured the mirage and started to step by step withdraw, yet the mirage the engineer saw remained as spectacular as when he first observed it.

"Ah Xuan, this time you’ve grown a conscience, no deception..."

"Pfft!"

The third stick of incense began to burn.

"..." The engineer.

The engineer just felt numb, exhausted, tired, wishing destruction upon it all!

"Zhou Xuan, do you ever speak the truth!" The engineer was about to explode.

Miss Qiang, tilting her head, admiringly said, "Ah Xuan, where do you get so many clever ideas? Making the Black Water God slowly cancel the mirage, then boiling the engineer like a frog in warm water..."

"The inspiration actually came from my great father."

"What do you mean by that?" Miss Qiang and the engineer both asked.

"My father couldn’t swim but loved water activities, so he rented a tire. While enjoying himself in the water, I secretly pulled out the tire’s valve stem..."

"And then... your father learned to swim?" Miss Qiang asked.

Zhou Xuan raised his head and said, "The belt snapped..."

"..." Miss Qiang, the engineer.

"The past is hard to revisit, I’m off to deceive again, catch you later."

Zhou Xuan waved a hand and left the secret realm, leaving behind a faintly smiling Miss Qiang and Teacher Gong.

...

"Mr. Painter, the stage has been set, and the disaster victims are organized. At eight o’clock sharp tonight, the storytelling will officially begin."

The painter reported the progress to Zhou Xuan inside the bamboo building.

Zhou Xuan nodded, holding a pen and sketching.

The Music Master said: "The golden bell’s restriction has been lifted, with Hui Feng Medical College monitoring around the clock. Brother Peng and his clan are patrolling below the stage. If anyone infected with the rodent plague shows symptoms, they can immediately take them away without disturbing the storytelling order."

"Mm."

Zhou Xuan’s brush didn’t pause; he looked up and asked the Music Master, "Has there been any new cases of the rodent plague today?"

"Yes!"

"How many?"

"Seventy-four have been captured and taken into custody."

"The spread of the rodent plague is somewhat rapid. We truly need to expedite our restoration plan for Mingjiang Prefecture."

Zhou Xuan said again: "I understand the situation. You all can go back now. When the time comes, I’ll start the storytelling."

"Okay then."

The painter and Music Master, two of the most influential figures in Mingjiang Prefecture, nodded at Zhou Xuan and respectfully left the bamboo building.

Once they departed, Zhou Xuan finished his painting.

He lifted the scroll, blowing to dry the ink marks, then gazed intently at the painting.

The person in the painting was none other than the God of the storyteller’s hall, "Bi Fang".

"Bi Fang, whether you wish to descend to the mortal realm or not, you will descend this time."

This painting is kept in Zhou Family’s Troupe, hanging in Yuan Buyu’s room, worshipped with eight sticks of incense, the rituals uninterrupted for decades. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

And when Zhou Xuan lit incense in the hall, it was this god’s descent that opened the Divine Revelation Secret Realm for him.

But now, times have changed.

An internal conflict within the storyteller’s is about to erupt.

"Bluffing, with the time of half a stick of incense... half a stick of incense should suffice."

Zhou Xuan meticulously examined the painting, not missing even a single mole — nor could he miss it.

He needed to impersonate this storyteller god-level being within the span of half a stick of incense...