Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 951 - 382: Reforming Jia Dao

"Jia Dao, which incense does Zhou Xuan’s fifth Tangkou ultimately follow?"

Bi Fang was very frustrated. He did not know what had happened in the Mingjiang Prefecture’s Donkey Shed Shop. Why did his connection with Jia Dao become so intermittent?

And how unfortunate, every time he asked the most crucial question, Jia Dao’s connection would break off.

"What happened? A perception blockage? Or is there some mutation in the Mingjiang Prefecture? Is a new heavenly chess game starting?"

Bi Fang could only speculate, and the more he speculated, the more far-fetched it became. However, breaking his head, he could never have imagined—his destiny gear as a Heavenly Dome-level god had quietly begun to turn because of an enthusiastic auntie.

...

"Get up, get up, get up."

The enthusiastic auntie shook Jia Dao awake.

"What are you doing? I’m just trying to sleep, why are you yelling at me?"

Jia Dao’s "pretend sleep" was disrupted again, and he was furious, even starting to shove the auntie around.

The auntie was not to be outdone, poking Jia Dao’s nose and rattling off, "I knew it, you sneaky boy went out just to secretly sleep. I followed you the whole way."

"You followed me the whole way? Are you crazy?"

Jia Dao was furious. He was just about to report to Bi Fang that Zhou Xuan’s fifth incense was for a previously unheard Tangkou called "Colorful Play Hall," but at the crucial moment, the signal was cut off by the auntie.

"But... you followed me all this way?"

Jia Dao surveyed his surroundings — a desolate and barren wilderness, not a single soul in sight.

In such an outlying area, if one wanted to kill, then just kill.

Fury raced in his heart, and his courage swelled.

"Auntie, you like meddling so much, let me find you a quiet place where you can meddle peacefully."

Jia Dao’s right hand extruded strand after strand of red silk.

This was the "Heartless Red Silk" from the Witch Sect that Jia Dao descended into, randomly chosen as Witch Incense, and naturally, he employed witch methods.

With murder in his eyes, he flung his right hand forward, and the red silk wrapped around the enthusiastic auntie’s neck, pulling fiercely...

The red silk was sharper than ordinary blades, and with such a pull, the auntie would surely be separated at the head.

However, there was no splatter of blood, no scene of a head rolling onto the ground,

only an empty linen skirt being pulled into Jia Dao’s hand by the red silk.

Seeing the empty clothing in his hand, Jia Dao realized — that auntie wasn’t even human!

"What ghostly figure dares to cause trouble in front of Mr. Jia? Come out for me."

Jia Dao released the red silk, sweeping randomly around, but did not detect even a ghostly shadow.

"Witch perception."

Jia Dao closed his eyes, using his Daoist practice of sensing Heaven and Earth to perceive the surroundings, trying to locate the true form of that auntie.

He sensed winds, with a whistling sound piercing the air.

And that sound was approaching him with incredible speed.

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to see an antiquated gavel flying fiercely toward his forehead.

"It’s the storyteller?"

Jia Dao gathered the red silk into a large shield shining with red light, trying to intercept the gavel.

Thud!

The gavel pierced through the silk shield with force, losing no momentum as it charged towards Jia Dao’s forehead.

Thud!

Another dull crash was heard, and Jia Dao’s body was lifted up, flipping over several times, and after hitting the ground, he was dragged by inertia, carving a long furrow into the earth.

"Divine Weapon Return Hand."

Not far away, a young man in a Daoist robe reached out and summoned the gavel back, slowly walking towards Jia Dao.

Sitting on each of the young man’s shoulders were two little figures — Miss Qiang, Engineer.

"You... you... are..."

With a huge bloody hole from the gavel on his forehead, Jia Dao’s eyes were dazed with blood, unable to make out the person’s face.

Zhou Xuan, walking and removing the "Bi Fang" mask, said coldly with a sneer, "Daoist, you’ve been searching for me in Mingjiang Prefecture all night, yet don’t even know who I am?"

"You are..."

"I am Zhou Xuan."

Zhou Xuan’s voice of self-identification was not loud, but it fell into Jia Dao’s ears with a lethal sound.

"You are Zhou... Xuan...!" Jia Dao screamed sharply, hurriedly trying to pretend sleep, to transmit the message into Bi Fang’s ears.

Just as he closed his eyes, the Bone Teeth from Zhou Xuan’s sleeve, stained with countless amounts of blood, flew out, pierced into Jia Dao’s right eye, then with an upward flick, it gouged out his eye.

"Aah..."

In agony, Jia Dao clutched at his now empty eye socket, rolling madly on the ground.

"Three-incense Daoist, don’t play tricks in front of me..."

Zhou Xuan was now the true Cross-border King. At the five-incense level, after the Heavenly Gods Divination, he possessed the combat power of seven incense, and to him, a measly three-incense was easily handled.

"Zhou Xuan... how did you track me..."

Jia Dao was baffled as to how Zhou Xuan had tracked his movements.

Zhou Xuan wasn’t in the mood to waste time with him, saying to the Engineer on his shoulders, "Teacher Gong, well done. As long as we know he is a witch, we can indeed close the net."

The aunt a moment ago was nothing but an outer garment, and the real reason Jia Dao mistook the garment for an ’aunt’ was — the Engineer also understood the ways of a Colorful Play Master.

After confirming that the Tangkou Jia Dao followed was the Witch, the Engineer deemed it the right time to "close the net," and used spiritual power to contact Zhou Xuan, who was equally strong in spiritual power.