Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 422 - 228: Day Trip Realm_2

"Where are we heading?"

"To the outskirts of Mingjiang Prefecture."

"If we drive forward, we’ll reach East River Avenue. Beyond the avenue lies the big bridge, and crossing that takes us into Mingxi District."

Mingjiang Prefecture is divided into two regions—Mingdong and Mingxi—by the broad Corridor River of Mingjiang.

"Then just go, the farther the better."

Yun Ziliang urged.

Apart from him and Zhao Wuya, the car was occupied by Little Fuzi, Mu Hua, and Sister Cui. From a certain perspective, this group of people were Zhou Xuan’s Achilles heel.

The vehicle sped ahead, distancing itself more and more from the heart of Mingjiang Prefecture. The streetlights diminished in number, and pedestrians had disappeared entirely.

That sense of desolation, in contrast, served as a soothing balm for those inside the car.

Sister Cui, looking slightly resentful, remarked, "It’s my fault. If I hadn’t come to the Metropolitan City, I wouldn’t have run into that storyteller."

"Ah, don’t blame yourself for this. He was targeting Xiao Zhou from the start. If he didn’t trouble us today, he’d come tomorrow—you can’t escape it."

After consoling Sister Cui, Yun Ziliang gave Zhao Wuya a flick on the forehead and asked, "Ya Zi, I find you suspicious. It’s your first time in Mingjiang Prefecture, so why are you so familiar with the place?

And you can even drive?"

In this era, driving was considered an uncommon skill. Most people hadn’t even been in a car, let alone driven one.

"Grandmaster, our lineage of Dragon Seeking often travels far and encounters difficulties in our journeys. So... sometimes... I mean just sometimes... I drive to seek dragons. Not only does it save my legs, but it also allows me to roam around and take in the local customs of unfamiliar places."

Yun Ziliang: "..."

He was completely caught off guard by the notion of driving to seek dragons!

"Grandmaster, the times have changed. Walking on foot is exhausting."

"Motherfucker, how did the Dragon Seeking Hall raise such a pampered young master like you?"

"As for why I’m familiar with Mingjiang Prefecture, well... before heading to East Market Street, I rode my Big Black around for a few days. I explored all the good food, good drinks, and fun places."

"Let me ask you this—did you seriously travel to Mingjiang Prefecture riding on a donkey?"

"How could that work? It’s such a long trip; my Big Black would die from exhaustion. I rented a truck to transport him instead. When traveling, you have to treat yourself right."

Zhao Wuya’s explanation left Yun Ziliang at a loss for words. He finally understood why Ya Zi had coated himself with Mingjiang Prefecture’s powdered musk oil as soon as he arrived at East Market Street.

"You sure treat yourself well." Yun Ziliang decided that after today’s mess was over, he’d find a way to teach Zhao Wuya a lesson,

even if it meant creating trouble just to make him suffer.

No pampered young master could possibly find the Big Dragon this way.

As they chatted, the car reached East River Avenue, getting ever closer to the bridge and Mingjiang River,

when suddenly, next to the car window, a silhouette appeared—it was the storyteller from the Metropolitan stage.

"He’s here,"

Zhao Wuya exclaimed, feeling suddenly tense. The Grandmaster had been right; this storyteller was indeed coming for them.

But before Mr. Feng could make a move, he was immediately forced back by the painter following close behind, who unleashed a burst of Dao Yan Fire at him.

Just seconds later, Mr. Feng struck again, and once more, the painter repelled him.

"I’ve never fought such a humiliating battle in my life,"

Mr. Feng muttered bitterly as he vanished at high speed once more, lying in wait for yet another opportunity to strike.

"A Night Tour Guide and a Space Walker—they’re getting more and more in sync."

...

"Grandmaster, how can that storyteller suddenly appear and disappear like that?"

"His speed has reached its pinnacle... For him, thousands of miles in the human world might as well be no distance at all."

Yun Ziliang closed his eyes, entering a brief meditative state, and after two or three seconds, he abruptly rolled down the car window and shouted outside, "That storyteller—his methods don’t belong to Jing Country."

The rapidity techniques of Jing Country were more similar to those of the painter, relying on mastery of the Space Law. How could sheer physical strength alone allow someone to run so fast?

Zhou Xuan and the painter continued to pursue Mr. Feng, but upon hearing Yun Ziliang’s words, they immediately thought of Prajnaparamita Buddha Country.

"If it’s not Jing Country’s methods, then they must be from Buddha Country."

Zhou Xuan suddenly recalled how Food Heaven had stirred trouble along Corridor River in Ping Shui Prefecture, claiming to be an emissary of Maitreya Buddha upon first arriving from Jing Country.

"Food Heaven must have come from Buddha Country,"

Zhou Xuan reflected. After learning about Prajnaparamita Buddha Country, he’d already suspected that—over the past three centuries—the Buddha Country’s presence in Jing Country had been more pervasive than initially thought, though far less ostentatious than their first incursion.

Such speculation was grounded in facts.

When Zhou Xuan had been in Ping Shui Prefecture, he’d heard from Yuan Buyu that the Buddhist monks of Jing Country held an exceptionally high status.

During their travels in the Jianghu, if sects clashed, it was expected to avoid overly disruptive chaos to avoid attracting the attention of the God Traveling Department.

However, if a monk was killed, the God Traveling Department would inevitably intervene and make arrests.

Back then, Zhou Xuan hadn’t thought it unusual because he didn’t understand Jing Country well. But since mastering the twenty-four Divine Images, he’d sensed a discrepancy.

Among the pantheon of twenty-four God-level entities above the Heavenly Dome, there remained only one Great Buddha after the demotion of the Seven-Leaf Practitioner.

In Jing Country, divine authority reigned supreme, and the Heavenly Gods stood at the apex. Beneath them were the God-level entities.

Of the twenty-four God-level entities, only one was a Great Buddha, yet the Buddhist faction’s status overshadowed all other sects in the Jianghu.

Such exceptional status was inexplicable.

But with the Buddha Country’s incursions, Zhou Xuan could finally make sense of it... It must be that within Jing Country, there were numerous agents of Buddha Country spreading influence, conducting various forms of propaganda, or engaging in other activities that artificially elevated the reputation and status of the Buddhist faction.

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