"Is the Colorful Play Master a director, not a fraud?"

Zhou Xuan’s almost frantic statement burned the little brain of the engineer to a standstill.

Her understanding of the "Human World Colorful Play" did not come all at once; it began in ancient times, followed by nearly two thousand years of imprisonment, often reflecting,

During this time, she pondered over the ways of the Colorful Play whenever she had the chance, and in the end, she came up with a concept—Colorful Play Master is the greatest fraudster in Jing Country,

These people, with their fabricated plays, can even deceive the gods.

"If it reaches the level of the ’Drama God of the Human World,’ perhaps the techniques of the play could even deceive the Heavenly God, Heavenly Venerate, or even the Will." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

This was the deepest thought in the engineer’s heart—her speculation about the abilities of the Drama God of the Human World stemmed from the basic logic of Jing Country’s Incense Fire Divine Dao—the higher the level of incense, the better the effectiveness of the methods,

Since five sticks of incense can deceive the gods; if one reaches nine sticks of incense, deceiving the Heavenly Venerate and Will should be reasonable, right?

However, Zhou Xuan wanted to tell her that she was wrong!

"Engineer, you are wrong, very wrong."

"What is wrong?" The engineer asked Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Your understanding of the power of the Colorful Play Master is wrong... or should I say... the ancestors of the storyteller’s hall misunderstood the source of the Colorful Play Master’s power."

"So many people got it wrong?"

"Yes, so many people got it wrong."

Zhou Xuan looked up, having figured out the key to the play, his mental state stabilized, and he returned to his usual calm demeanor.

With a low voice, he said: "It is precisely because so many people got it wrong that they could never produce a nine incense stick expert,

and precisely because you, Teacher Gong, got it wrong, the Colorful Play Master you taught me, I could never burn the ninth incense."

"So where did we go wrong?"

If it were anyone else, the engineer might have been unconvinced, thinking no one understood Colorful Play better than her,

but the one questioning her was Zhou Xuan, so her attitude was genuinely open for guidance—after all, Zhou Xuan had accomplished too many feats after joining the Colorful Play Hall,

like the Night Parade of Hundred Demons, besieging Bi Fang, and fooling the top-tier other beings like the Mouse King and Fish Monk,

One after another past event made the engineer one hundred percent in awe of Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan said: "Colorful Play is not deceit but a play! The power of the Colorful Play Master is not derived from deception, but from a great performance."

"I don’t quite understand this."

"A great performance can inspire and guide hearts. I once read a history book where, during a battle between two armies, one side simply sang the melancholy songs of the opponent’s homeland, leading to a surge of homesickness and a collapse of morale."

Zhou Xuan said: "Suppose that performance wasn’t just a song but a play with visuals and sounds, accurately reflecting the appearance of the soldiers’ children, wives, and parents back home,

The morale of those soldiers would only collapse even more severely, losing any thoughts of fighting."

"This is the power of drama."

Zhou Xuan spoke emphatically: "A great play can spread panic but, conversely, can also unite people’s hearts."

"Therefore, the power of the Colorful Play Master does not stem from incense but from the hearts of the people, from the hearts of tens of thousands, millions, even tens of millions of ordinary people."

"So, does the technique of the Colorful Play Master have a similar function to the ’Will Heavenly Book,’ the ’Gorge True Scripture,’ and our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty’s ’Spiritual Aggregation’?"

The engineer, after being continuously enlightened by Zhou Xuan, felt a sense of sudden realization, and her thoughts became more active, starting to draw parallels.

Zhou Xuan agreed with the engineer’s statement, sighing as he said: "I have a senior uncle who was once the foremost storyteller of Mingjiang Prefecture. If he hadn’t strayed, he might have become a flag bearer in the storyteller’s hall,

His name is Mr. Feng. My ’Will Heavenly Book’ was pointed out by him,

Mr. Feng had deep insights into the Incense Fire Divine Dao, with unique understanding in many aspects, and he once said—though Jing Country is a theocratic state, the strongest power lies within the common folk."

The engineer, hearing this, felt Mr. Feng was indeed a remarkable person, and said: "Jing Country certainly has many capable individuals."

"Indeed, there are many."

Zhou Xuan said: "Now, reflecting on Mr. Feng’s words, the most capable skills in Jing Country are almost always those that guide the people’s hearts."

He sighed lightly and said: "So, in my current understanding—the gods are not in the heavens, but reside in the hearts of every ordinary person buying groceries, cooking meals, buying wine, and rice."

Miss Qiang urged from the side: "Ah Xuan, what you say is profound, but the play is still ongoing, and the fake incense fire Taoist is watching intensely. Our situation is critical, so we need to figure out how to reach the realm of the ’Drama God of the Human World.’"

"No need to ponder anymore; I’ve already figured it out," Zhou Xuan said confidently.

"You’ve figured it out so quickly?" Miss Qiang was a bit stunned, silently considering that Zhou Xuan’s efficiency was a bit too high.

The engineer was even more curious—what method is there to reach the realm of the Drama God of the Human World.

Even if it’s just a hypothetical idea, she wanted to listen carefully.

"Boss Xuan, when I was locked on East Market Street, whenever I was bored, I would think about how to reach the realm of the Drama God of the Human World. I thought about it for so many years without coming to a conclusion, now that you figured it out, I’m quite eager to hear, could you share it with me?"