CHAPTER 587: CHAPTER 276: DRAGON SEEKING AND INCENSE LIGHTING

"Brother, I’ve found Lao Jiang for you."

Zhou Lingyi spoke to Zhou Xuan through the Ancestor Tree.

Encouraged, Zhou Xuan slammed the table with both hands and said, "Let’s wreck that damned Tattoo Forbidden Land."

His war intent was already fierce,

but Yun Ziliang said, "What a pity. Your Dragon Seeking Incense hasn’t officially been activated yet. After breaking into the Forbidden Land, you won’t be able to release my Dragon-seeking Talisman."

"Why can’t you release that talisman on your own? Why does it have to be me?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Yun Ziliang made circular motions with his arms again, his emotions quite animated, and said, "It’s about the ritual, do you get it? How can anything be done without a sense of ritual?"

"Like when you lose at cards—does that need a ritual too?"

"Stop talking nonsense, damn it."

Lies don’t hurt people; it’s the truth that cuts like a knife.

Since Lao Jiang had been found, the next step was seeking the power of the spirit monster. Diagonally across from Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop, there was a spirit monster—the perfect candidate to support an attack on the Tattoo Forbidden Land.

"I’ll go find Sister Cui. If Ya Zi comes over, don’t tell him where we’ve gone."

To borrow the power of the spirit monster, Sister Cui would definitely reveal her aura. If Zhao Wuya came across them, it’d be hard to explain.

...

Zhou Xuan headed straight to the snack stall. Sister Cui was busy serving customers, while Mu Hua was passing out snacks and telling stories to Little Fuzi.

"The river of history flows endlessly. Listening to tales one by one, you can taste the multitude of human experiences and discuss the heroism of the world."

Little Fuzi loved listening, and Mu Hua loved telling—truly a perfect duo.

Zhou Xuan gazed at the snack stall bathed in morning sunlight, feeling a poignant sense of nostalgia.

One hardworking Sister Cui, and one childlike Mu Hua helping at home—they were the ideal image of ordinary Jing Country folks: living peacefully, diligent and industrious.

But these two were far from ordinary. One carried the Mother of Hundred Demons inside her, while the other hid the Laws of Jing Country within his body.

"Brother Zhou, what will you have? I’ve got fresh beef tendon that just needs a quick blanch in water to eat. Want a serving?"

Sister Cui saw Zhou Xuan standing there, seemingly undecided about what to eat today.

"Sister Cui, give me three bowls of pea noodles, extra sauce."

"To your shop?"

"Sure."

"Got it." Sister Cui, quick on her feet, cooked the noodles, placed them on a tray, and delivered them to Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop.

As soon as she came in, Zhou Xuan grabbed her wrist and said, "Sister Cui, I need a favor."

"Say it." Sister Cui was warm and obliging.

"Today I’m heading to Yunluo Mountain to enter the Forbidden Land and capture two enemies. I need your help."

"Alright." Sister Cui did not refuse and replied, "I’ll be running my business right across from you guys. When you head out, I’ll see you and follow along."

"Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me. Friends help each other."

After promising her assistance, Sister Cui returned to her stall.

With the spirit monster and Lao Jiang’s powers already gathered, as for Buddha energy, Zhou Xuan was far from lacking—it was already flowing within him.

The power to break into the Tattoo Forbidden Land was now complete; all he was missing was manpower.

"Recruiting allies is my specialty."

Zhou Xuan entered the Secret Realm and called out to Li Chengfeng: "Old Li."

"High Priest, I’m in the study. I can manifest."

"No need to manifest. I just need you to help me rally people. I’m about to storm the Forbidden Land."

Zhou Xuan said.

"No problem."

When others rally allies, the Great Hall of Mingjiang Prefecture first checks what they’re planning. But when the Young Master rallies allies? It’s a matter of life and death—they don’t hesitate.

"I’ll call up the Painter, Shang Wenjun, and Qing Feng right now."

"Bring more people. It’s not that we’re afraid of losing; we just need to show some flair."

Zhou Xuan said with a laugh.

Though he claimed it was about grandeur, he had his reasons.

Peng Hou was dead, the Wansese Realm and Hundred-eyed High Priest were far away in the Capital Mansion, and the powerful forces inside the Forbidden Land were already dwindling.

The Painter, Music Master, and Lady Hong Guan—those at the level of eight sticks of incense—would surely be enough to secure the victory.

But... what about the Ancient Clan members?

With so many clan members, relying on just a few people might not suffice to control the scene. If the Ancient Clan retaliated heavily, Zhou Xuan might have no choice but to suppress them with force.

But if too many clan members were killed, Peng Sheng would inevitably feel sorrow.

Thus, summoning more people was essential—to overpower the situation with swift domination, tackle the Three-headed Stone Buddha, and reverse the brainwashing the Buddha inflicted on the clan over the past three centuries.

With the combat plan finalized,

Zhou Xuan responded to Zhou Lingyi: "Manpower and the method to break into the Forbidden Land are all set. Sister, are you really coming?"

"Of course I’m coming. I’ve told you long ago—the matter of the Tattoo Ancient Clan, sealing the four great Nuodai—is my karmic debt. If I don’t resolve it personally, there will be barriers in my heart when I later seek enlightenment in the universe."

"Alright, I’ll break into the Forbidden Land and then come fetch you."

"Fine, but—how many people did you call?"

"I asked Old Li to handle the calls. He probably reached out to everyone available."

Hearing this, Zhou Lingyi covered half her face with a fan, her laugh ringing out clear and bright. After laughing, she said, "Brother, there’s no need to call so many people. With just the two of us, under nine sticks of incense, no one can stand against us."

"Such confidence?"

For a moment, Zhou Xuan was unsure where his sister’s confidence came from.

Sure, she was burning six sticks of incense. According to Lord Jian, Nuoshen Family cultivated in peculiar ways, and his sister’s incense worked in reverse—but the difference between six sticks and eight was still substantial...

"If I were to face the Three-headed Stone Buddha alone, of course I wouldn’t be confident. But with you by my side, it’s entirely different."