Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Lord Jian blocked the city gate and refused to let them pass.

Ning Jin Longba gave an awkward chuckle and said, "Lord Jian, isn’t it? Your Ping Shui Prefecture sits in the Central Plains, and you treat us people of Snow Mountain Prefecture as mountain barbarians. That’s arrogance."

"We came here today to save your Ping Shui Prefecture."

Gang Jari Ze, as the master of Rize Manor, also cut in.

Lord Jian looked at the two of them, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Gang Jari Ze went on, "You’ve got people from the Buddha Country invading your Lotus Mountain. I hear it’s even a Realm Master of the Seventeenth Heaven, strength out of the ordinary..."

"That’s an internal affair of our Ping Shui Prefecture. We can handle it ourselves; no need to trouble you lot from Snowfield Prefecture,

besides, your Snowfield’s Six Great Buddha Slaves have already entered the prefecture. With them there, the situation in Lotus Mountain can be handled."

Lord Jian was still trying to persuade them to leave.

This time Ning Jin Longba seized on a pretext to enter the city. He laughed and said, "Lord Jian, those Six Great Buddha Slaves are the forefathers of our various manors. They, well, have extraordinary skills, but sometimes they don’t take orders. If they get in a temper and start a big fight in your Ping Shui Prefecture, none of you can stop them."

"Exactly, and only us manor lords have the stone whistles left behind by the Ancient Buddha. Once we blow them, those Six Great Buddha Slaves can hold fast to their hearts and won’t bring chaos to Ping Shui."

Afraid Lord Jian wouldn’t believe him, Gang Jari Ze even flashed the milky-white stone whistle in his hand.

Lord Jian lowered his head and took a glance, then put on a thoughtful expression. A moment later, he finally spoke leisurely,

"Since that’s the case, then the masters of your Six Great Families may enter the city. Everyone else stays outside. If they so much as take half a step past the gate, I’ll shoot them dead with a single arrow."

"This...?"

Ning Jin Longba hadn’t expected Ping Shui Prefecture’s You Shen to be this hard to fob off. He wanted to say something more, but Gang Jari Ze tugged at him.

When Ning Jin saw the look in Gang Jari’s eyes, he turned back and agreed to Lord Jian, "In that case, we six manor lords will enter the city."

He then turned his head and shouted to the experts gathered from the Six Great Families, "You lot stay outside the city, don’t come in."

After giving the orders, Ning Jin Longba, Gang Jari Ze, and the other manor lords detoured around Lord Jian and entered Pingshui Prefecture City.

They had barely entered the city when Ning Jin Longba scolded Gang Jari Ze, "Why did you drag me in just now? Our men didn’t follow. Lacking manpower, how are we supposed to loot Ping Shui Prefecture?"

"Lord Longba, whether we can loot Ping Shui Prefecture or not depends on whether the prefecture city’s Nuo God wakes up, doesn’t it?

If he doesn’t wake, we loot. If he wakes, what the hell are we looting?"

Gang Jari Ze added, "If the Nuo God doesn’t wake, the Six Great Buddha Slaves can suppress the experts in Ping Shui Prefecture. At that point, we just shout from on high, and the Six Great Families’ experts charge into the city together. Wouldn’t that be perfect inside-outside coordination?

No need to butt heads with that Teng Jian over a momentary win or lose."

"Mm... that does make sense."

Ning Jin Longba nodded. Looking at the women of Ping Shui Prefecture along the way, he said, "Ping Shui Prefecture has always been quite wealthy. The days are short, and the sunlight isn’t harsh. The women here are really pale."

"By then, they’ll all be our manor’s female slaves."

Gang Jari Ze said with a smiling lilt.

The Six Great Families of Snowfield Prefecture dominated the Snowfield and rarely left the prefecture. In terms of business, they didn’t have much contact with other states,

but there are exceptions to everything,

and in Snowfield Prefecture, there was a Kawa Manor.

Yuan Xikawa was the master of this manor. The business he ran was mainly tea, and since tea had to be sold to other prefecture cities, this Master Kawa often left the Snowfield, coming and going through various prefecture cities.

As the only "worldly" lord in Snowfield Prefecture, Yuan Xikawa’s dress and bearing leaned more toward the outer cities.

He wore a long gown, a golden watch, a bowler hat. Aside from his darker skin, he looked just like a Mingjiang person or a Ping Shui person.

Yuan Xikawa said from the side, "In this Ping Shui Prefecture region, nightclubs are few, but not nonexistent. You don’t know—those nightclub singers, every single one of them is gorgeous. Those snow-white thighs could dazzle our eyes."

"We can take them all, take them back as female slaves."

The various lords entered the city as if in a waking dream: the food, the drink, the entertainment, the cinemas, amusement parks, nightclubs, the men and women of this city all seemed already in their pockets.

"If you ask me, while the forefathers are awake, we should first rob Ping Shui, then plunder Mingjiang. How about it?"

Ning Jin Longba’s proposal won unanimous approval from the others,

and in that moment, the Six Great Families seemed no longer six mutually feuding families—

the dream of robbery and pillage had welded them into a single iron plate.

...

In front of Lotus Temple, Zhou Lingyi was still basking in the warmth; the murderous chill brought by the Six Great Families of the Snowfield entering the prefecture didn’t seem to have affected her.

The soft rustle of footsteps treading on fallen leaves came,

and the Zhou Family’s Troupe’s eldest senior brother, Yu Zhengyuan, came striding over.

"Class Leader."

"Senior Brother, how’s the task I assigned you in the troupe coming along?"

The Six Great Families entered the prefecture carrying dreams of plunder,

but they didn’t know that Ping Shui Prefecture was loose on the surface and tight underneath, having long since laid down a Heaven and Earth Net, waiting for them to step into the trap.

Yu Zhengyuan said to Zhou Lingyi, "Class Leader, I’ve tallied all the masters in the troupe who can perform Nuoxi. We still can’t make up a hundred and eighty-eight people."

"How many short?" Zhou Lingyi asked.

"Seven short,"

Yu Zhengyuan said.

"No matter. Even short by seven we can still set up that Nuo God ritual array. These years, business in the Netherworld Play has been poor; we can’t even gather a full hundred and eighty-eight masters."