Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhao Wuya saw that everyone else had tasks and felt a bit anxious. He volunteered eagerly, saying, "Brother Xuan, look at me... I’m useful too. You’re picking people for the mission and didn’t pick me. Are you looking down on me?"

"Not at all."

Zhou Xuan beamed, patting Zhao Wuya on the shoulder with a smile, "Whether we can capture Yanfuti this time depends heavily on you."

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuya quickly asked, "Am I actually that important? Such a big matter hinges on me?"

"Exactly,"

Zhou Xuan said, "You, come back to the Zhou Family’s Troupe with me. I need to train you overnight."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Wuya beamed with joy.

Zhou Xuan turned back, bowing to Lord Jian and Jiu, and said, "The matter of Yanfuti is of great importance. Not only is she the head Realm Master of Buddha Country, but she also brought countless people from Buddha Country.

For her to bring so many from Buddha Country into Jing Country without a trace, there must be something hidden.

Please be vigilant; do not let this villain escape."

Lord Jian and Jiu’s expressions were grave as they bowed simultaneously, saying, "The God Traveling Department of Ping Shui Prefecture will undoubtedly exert all efforts not to betray Mr.’s meticulous planning, nor this land full of enthusiasm."

"Everyone be cautious; diligence is the mother of good fortune."

After repeatedly urging them, Zhou Xuan took Zhao Wuya back to the Zhou Family’s Troupe.

As he left, the afterglow of the sunset blanketed him in an orange halo,

Zhou Lingyi watched her brother, now a giant in Ping Shui, with eyes full of smiles, feeling as sweet as a clear spring in her heart.

This brother, when assigning tasks earlier to Lords Jian and Jiu, everyone took it for granted,

so much so that they believed it was Zhou Xuan’s role to give orders, as if Zhou Xuan should be the supreme commander of Ping Shui Prefecture.

"In this short time, my brother has already become the master of Mingjiang and Ping Shui."

The God Traveling Departments of the two prefectures are both under Zhou Xuan’s control, which is no ordinary status.

But speaking of it,

the bigger the status—the bigger the troubles.

"The eight prefectures surrounding Jing Country are all under the control of the Capital Mansion, where ’Earth Child’ and ’Qintianjian’ reign supreme,

as my brother’s wings grow stronger, the ’Earth Child’ in Qintianjian probably won’t be able to sit still."

Zhou Lingyi sighed softly...

...

"Is this the master you found for me? You want him to train me?"

Zhao Wuya looked at the very refined play master—Li Yutang, feeling a bit puzzled.

"His name is Li Yutang. In our Zhou Family’s Troupe, he’s currently the best at performing."

Zhou Xuan introduced.

The Zhou Family’s Troupe’s business is thriving, with support from the Bone Elder Association and Taiping Gentlemen, the troupe’s operations are surging,

stretching from pear garden to newspaper offices, from radio stations to nightclubs, the Zhou Family’s Troupe has extended its reach into various industries.

But at its core, the Zhou Family’s Troupe is a Netherworld Play Troupe.

And being a troupe, there must be a pillar— a play master best at performing.

This play master used to be Liu Jiaotian,

but ever since Liu Jiaotian accompanied Li Shuangyi, who became a Lao Jiang, to Yellow Field Prefecture, the best performer in the troupe was this Li Yutang before him.

Li Yutang’s name includes a "Jade," and he truly resembles white jade, with a gentle elegance that exudes meticulousness, as if he’s a peerless gentleman.

"Young Master, I’m your book lover, and I love listening to the books you tell."

Li Yutang once listened to Zhou Xuan’s storytelling of "The White-Browed Hero," and he loved this book dearly, even on his free time, he’d find a copy of this book called "Liang Zhi," and act out parts for fun in his room.

Afraid Zhou Xuan wouldn’t believe him, he raised his hands theatrically, using a coarse voice much like a storyteller’s: "What kind of saber... a Golden Silk Big Ring Saber; what kind of sword..."

"That’s enough,"

Zhou Xuan rubbed his temple, thinking he was hiring Li Yutang to train Zhao Wuya’s acting skills; it hadn’t occurred to him it would turn into a fan meeting.

"I think, the storytelling can be done more in the future, but for now, business is urgent."

Zhou Xuan said earnestly.

"Ah, yes, the Young Master is right,"

Li Yutang, usually not this easygoing, was typically quite proud—

—in these days, no prominent opera artist was without pride; flattered by the public, earning much money, mingling with celebrities of various circles, even address-wise, all echoed as "Boss Li."

But even the most proud have a "private reserve" in their hearts, and Li Yutang held it for Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan said to Li Yutang, "Master Li... or should I call you Brother Li?"

"The Young Master is considerate; I am currently the sixth senior brother in the troupe," Li Yutang said proudly,

"ever since Brother Liu and Brother Li Shuangyi left, the Class Leader, reminiscing about them, left the ’Third Senior Brother’ title vacant, hence I remain sixth brother."

The "senior brother" in the Zhou Family’s Troupe each had their roles, and the Third Brother was responsible for teaching acting and opera.

"My sister handled this well."

Zhou Xuan nodded and further said, "Brother Li, please help me train Ya Zi to play a role, perform deeply convincingly."

"What role should he play? Is it a dan character, or an elder?" Li Yutang asked again.

"Neither, he needs to play a high monk."

Zhou Xuan said, "So that one glance and people would believe he’s a high monk."

Upon hearing, Zhao Wuya felt instantly troubled, saying, "Brother Xuan, what play are you trying to put on, wanting me to act as a high monk? I’m already a high monk—I hold a Great Buddha Fate..."