Chapter 599: Chapter 279 Layout of God_4

“How could I possibly take all the benefits for myself?”

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Constantly seeking help from others without offering some benefits in return wouldn’t feel right. Moreover, now that he had learned about the “Will Heavenly Book,” he needed to start planning for its uses.

The wishes written in the Will Heavenly Book required the consent of gods. The grander the wish, the more gods needed to agree.

The gods above the Heavenly Dome, as Peng Hou said… “A nest of crows, how could there be a white one?”

In other words, Zhou Xuan couldn’t trust the gods above the Heavenly Dome. Now, he planned to use divine statuses to cultivate his own gods.

One was Peng Sheng, and another was the Painter—two gods in total.

With two God-level allies on his side, realizing the wishes in his Will Heavenly Book would become much easier.

The Painter, hearing that Zhou Xuan was not only willing to hand over the corpses of the Saint Heir and Saintess but also to return the divine status, became so excited that his hands trembled.

“Today, no matter what, the Saint Heir and Saintess must not leave alive.”

He vowed, while the Music Master eagerly prepared for battle. Together, the two commanded their lanterns and entered Peng Town.

Zhou Xuan then turned to Shang Wenjun and said, “Witch Master, within Peng Town, there are two Dharma Bodies of the Three-headed Stone Buddha. His cultivation surpasses eight incense levels. If you manage to kill one of the Dharma Bodies, it will be shared between your Witches and Lady Guan.”

“Well, that’s fantastic.”

Lady Hong Guan, with her fiery temper, was the first to respond.

Shang Wenjun, in contrast, remained indifferent… Witches often showed cold expressions… but a barely perceptible smile still played at the corner of her lips.

Ever since Mo Tingsheng, at Hui Feng Medical College, helped Zhao Wuya elevate in incense, the God Traveling Department knew—

The people from the Buddha Country were the ultimate raw material for cultivation. With three incense levels, five incense levels could be elevated.

The Witches cared nothing for money or fame; only climbing incense fire levels could touch their hearts.

Now that one Dharma Body of the Three-headed Stone Buddha could be shared, how could Shang Wenjun not feel genuine delight?

“In today’s battle, the Witch Sect will fight to its last breath.”

Shang Wenjun, along with four Witches, commanded a Divine Lantern and headed for the battlefield. Lady Guan had already controlled a mountain spring torrent, entering Peng Town.

Incense fire, it’s all incense fire.

What seemed at first like an unremarkable assisting battle turned out to offer immense incense fire gains.

The Witches and the Bone Elder Association members, each ferocious as dragons, attacked with electrifying fervor.

Zhou Xuan then addressed Qing Feng, “Old Qing, in the Tattoo Forbidden Land, there aren’t many who can move. The Two Dharma Bodies of the Three-headed Stone Buddha and the incense of the Saint Heir and Saintess—I’ve already allotted everything except the final Dharma Body, which I’m keeping to treat my senior brother’s strange illness, so I can’t share it with you.

However, the Stone Buddha’s final Dharma Body—of the Wansese Realm—will eventually be captured. When the time comes, I’ll split half with you.”

“No need.” Qing Feng laughed and said, “I’m taking the incense fire to use on Mo Tingsheng’s Peace Scale. Incense fire means nothing to me.

Moreover, you’re the City God Temple Master. Working for you is working for the City God.”

“I’m not the Temple Master.”

“The City God Temple resides with you; you are the Master.”

Qing Feng commanded his lantern and entered Peng Town.

As the fighting spirit surged, Zhou Xuan unfolded a scroll and said, “Lao Yun, jump in. I’m heading to Peng Town.”

“If I miss such a grand spectacle, I’ll regret it for a lifetime.”

“Then jump in first. I’ll let you out later.”

Zhou Xuan urged.

“Whoever doesn’t let me out is King Turtle the Great Bastard.”

After Yun Ziliang finished speaking, he jumped into the scroll.

Zhou Xuan, carrying the scroll, activated the Descent Star Technique and quickly slid into Peng Town.

As he slid, Zhou Xuan connected and said, “Sister, I’ve entered Peng Town.”

“Good to hear.”

…

Under the Zhou Family Ancestor Tree, the Zhou Family’s Troupe gathered.

Zhou Lingyi focused her mind, first pulling Li Shuangyi back while simultaneously drawing talismans mid-air, advancing toward the Ancestor Tree.

The Ancestor Tree extended its branches, pulling Zhou Lingyi in and sending her into Mingjiang Prefecture and Peng Town.

Lord Jian opened his eyes. Divine Bow and arrows in hand, he shot down any idlers who dared approach the Ancestor Tree.

…

Zhou Xuan entered Peng Town. Besides the internal strife among the Bone Elders, the Painter, Music Master, Li Chengfeng, and Gu Ling were all assailing the Saint Heir and Saintess.

Meanwhile, the other God Travelers violently suppressed the Ancient Clan’s resistance.

But whenever they tried to strike a fatal blow, Peng Sheng’s Divine Soul would stop them.

“People of the Ancient Clan, listen to me! You are not truly Ancient Clan but rather Tree Clan born within a hundred miles of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree.

I am Peng Sheng of the Tree Clan, your High Priest.”

The White Deer Priest and Copper Coin Priest, gazing at Peng Sheng, felt a familiarity about him. Hearing his words, their movements slowed.

“My kinsmen, cease resisting. The God Travelers of Mingjiang are not here for you.”

Peng Sheng called out again.

“It’s no use shouting. You need to show them the Tree.”

Zhou Xuan pulled out the Wash Away Injustice Talisman, flipped to the page for the Totem Hall, and called out to the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree: “Second Tree, come out! The clansmen of Peng Town are waiting to greet you.”

As his words fell—

A peach tree branch sprouted at Zhou Xuan’s feet, rapidly growing into a towering tree covered with a cascade of peach blossoms.

“How beautiful the peach blossoms are.”

A silvery voice rang behind Zhou Xuan; Zhou Lingyi had appeared.

“Sister, between this Ancestor Tree and our Zhou Family’s Ancestor Tree, which is older?”

“Ours—the Ancestor Tree of the Nuo God—is the very first Ancestor Tree between Heaven and Earth.”

Zhou Lingyi replied.

Seemingly unwilling to be overshadowed by the Zhou Family Ancestor Tree’s stature, and perhaps inspired by the Ancient Clan’s reverence for the Peach Blossom Tree—even though the White Deer Priest and Copper Coin Priest had been re-etched and brainwashed by the Daluo Tian, the rest of the clansmen had dreamed vividly of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree.

Now, the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree’s crown encompassed all of Peng Town, with its blossoms swirling and drifting all around.

The clansmen, one by one, were captivated by the Ancestor Tree’s splendor. One after another, they withdrew their tattoos, mesmerized, and began walking toward the Ancestor Tree.

Someone yelled, “It’s the tree from the dream!” and a large portion of the clansmen dropped to their knees, worshipping the Ancestor Tree in reverence.

Only the Copper Coin Priest and White Deer Priest were shouting at the crowd: “Stand up! Don’t kneel! Our faith is in the Lord of the Netherworld Stone. Get up and fight.”

“Fight? You’re worthy?”

Lady Hong Guan spat at the Copper Coin Priest on the spot. “If it weren’t for the Young Master’s and Mr. Peng’s orders, I’d have twisted your head off already.”

Peng Sheng approached the Copper Coin Priest, gestured for Zhou Xuan’s Bone Teeth, and used it to carve a peach blossom tattoo onto the Priest.

He pushed the tattoo deep into the Priest’s heart.

The tattoo cleansed the Buddha Country’s markings within the Priest completely. The Copper Coin Priest suddenly remembered everything,

The dream of peach blossoms,

The Taohua Witch Peng Sheng who died for the Tattoo Tree Clan,

The Three-headed Stone Buddha’s enslavement of the Tree Clan people.

“I remember. I remember it all.”

The Copper Coin Priest collapsed to his knees, clutching Peng Sheng’s legs, weeping. “Copper Coin bears guilt—for being a puppet of the Three-headed Stone Buddha from birth, for killing the Tree Clan’s prodigies… Copper Coin is sinful…”

Peng Sheng knelt down, gently embracing the Copper Coin Priest.

Zhou Lingyi tugged at Zhou Xuan’s sleeve and said, “Brother, let them enjoy their Tree Clan reunion. We should assist by taking down a few pests.”

“Who shall we kill?”

“Start with her.”

Zhou Lingyi pointed to the distance, where the Saint Heir and Saintess were locked in fierce combat with the Painter and Music Master.

The Saint Heir and Saintess were Incense Level Eight aiming for Nine and shared the same master with the Painter and Music Master within the suffering faction of the Bone Elder Association. Despite their high incense levels and similar techniques, the Painter and Music Master were unable to gain the upper hand.

“Killing her, is it that challenging?”

Zhou Xuan asked.

“Piece of cake. Let’s go.”

Zhou Lingyi’s tone was as casual as pointing to a plump chicken in a coop, dismissively saying, “That one’s fat enough—let’s stew it first.”