Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"You don't go to the site to listen, but secretly on the radio?"

Zhou Xuan found it somewhat amusing, but then thought it strange. It's not like those days are gone; even if they recorded him telling stories live, they'd still have to put it on film and send it to the radio station. It would take at least a day or two, and the radio station couldn't broadcast it immediately.

The Music Master beside him said, "Young Master, you don't know this, but you're quite the celebrity in Mingjiang Prefecture now. They also have storytellers broadcasting live on the radio. No matter what they say, listeners call in, insisting on hearing your Mortal Cultivation story,

Some storytellers even go to the Metropolitan to hear you in person, then write a script. Though their performance isn't as good as yours, as long as they perform it, people will listen."

"Huh? No one mentioned this to me?"

Zhou Xuan was somewhat surprised.

"There's a small radio station that's become incredibly popular because storytellers imitate your book in a very authentic way. Countless listeners are glued to their radios waiting to hear it."

"Shouldn't they pay me some fees?"

Zhou Xuan joked.

"I suppose the fees have already been sent to Jingyi Shop. Even if the radio station owner isn't sharp, with those Metropolitan invitations, like the ones from Bai Guang and Gu Lingnuan, they'd know to discuss profit-sharing with you."

"Making money while lying down; I've truly struck it rich."

Zhou Xuan chuckled, recalling the hue of the 'Will Heavenly Book'.

When he assisted his master with the Heavenly Book of Sensing, the 'Will Heavenly Book' had a pure, warm luster that even contained a crystalline texture. The sheer color alone showed how dense the Wish Power within it was.

Those imitating storytellers contributed significantly to this dense Wish Power.

"The Young Master's fame resounds in Mingjiang Prefecture. The Wish Power is like a boundless sea, inexhaustible, and the Ancient Tree Golden Bell is blessed indeed."

The Music Master was genuinely pleased...

…

While Zhou Xuan, the Music Master, and Shang Wenjun were chatting, the painter finally arrived, albeit a bit late.

He brought several Bone Elders, escorting twelve death row prisoners,

Each wore a filthy white prison uniform, with a large black "囚" character on the chest.

These prison uniforms, Zhou Xuan had only seen in film works from his past life. Now seeing them, the "囚" character felt somewhat glaring.

"Are they all clean slates?" Zhou Xuan asked.

With the painter personally involved, the matter was naturally handled properly. He gestured, and one of the Bone Elders pulled out a stack of documents from a briefcase and handed them to Zhou Xuan,

"Young Master, these are the dossiers of the twelve individuals. There was no coerced confession throughout, and nothing was altered without permission. These are ironclad crimes for your review."

Zhou Xuan took the documents and examined them meticulously, just like he used to inspect contracts in his past life.

"Li Daniu, coveting his sister-in-law's beauty... feared exposure... killed after indulging."

"He Baitian, robbed Wang Desheng, the owner of a gold shop on Jisi Street. After encountering fierce resistance, ax-murdered Wang Desheng's family of six."

Having checked everything without finding any discrepancies, Zhou Xuan then returned the dossiers to the Bone Elder.

After confirming the prisoners' identities, Zhou Xuan began to initiate the Secret Technique. He pointed out the Bone Teeth, opening a slit on each of the twelve's foreheads, then started chanting strange scriptures.

"Qi as the mother of spirit, spirit as the child of qi, when both are present, one achieves immortality. Qi condenses into a being of great strength, spirit envisions the giant..."

This was the Secret Technique Zhou Xuan learned in the "Xianhuo True Record"—the "Giant Scripture."

As he chanted, those twelve prisoners seemed to see something extraordinary in Zhou Xuan. Their eyes changed from indifference and numbness to devotion.

"Qi as the mother of spirit, spirit as the child of qi!

When both are present, one achieves immortality!"

An invisible drum seemed to materialize in Zhou Xuan's hand; with his left hand beating it, a hint of madness emerged in the sound.

"The giant forms from condensed qi, the giant spirit manifests."

Zhou Xuan's voice grew increasingly piercing,

The twelve prisoners, humble to their core, were no longer just kneeling but completely prostrate on the ground, desperately smashing their heads against the hard surface of the altar.

Red and white fluid flowed out from their fractured skulls, bone fragments scattered all over.

The stench of viscous liquid seeped into the crevices of the altar ground, forming bizarre patterns that extended to Zhou Xuan's feet.

And Zhou Xuan continued chanting the "Giant Scripture" almost manically, his body, unconsciously levitating.

Yet this levitation didn't resemble that of the Space Law or Divine Soul Day Trip, with an immortal and ethereal vibe, but instead appeared especially eerie, as if countless invisible followers were raising their hands to lift him up.

At this point, his form appeared in the eyes of those death row prisoners, making them all the more fanatical, using their half-shattered heads to continue smashing the altar ground,

Falling into the painter, the Music Master, and Shang Wenjun's eyes, this scene seemed only bizarre and strange.

"My master, immortal!"

"The master shares eternity with heaven and earth!"

The headless prisoners had incredibly vigorous life force, chanting stirring slogans while continuing to slam their severed necks against the ground,

Blood splattered,

Bone and flesh fragments jubilantly danced on the ground.

And Zhou Xuan's near-mad scriptures were like the baton of the prisoners' life force,

Burning,

Burning,

Every scripture set blood and flesh ablaze,

As the blood and flesh turned sufficiently gruesome, even the altar of the Witch God Temple began to shake.