Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Inside the Xianhuo Palace, the petite figure of the Xian Nu was lost in the immense crystal throne, supporting her forehead while pondering something.

Her most trusted confidant, Yin Nv’er, was with dozens of Pill Masters under the towering staircase, endlessly discussing the recent circumstances.

"The Changsheng Palace dispatched people from the Heavenly Fire Clan, specifically to inspect my Fire Pit,

I asked the lord from the Heavenly Fire Clan what exactly they were inspecting, and he said they wanted to see if my Fire Pit was up to standard, if it was worthy, they would unconditionally cede it to that Zhou Xuan."

"Old Guan, were the Heavenly Fire Clan people only inspecting your Fire Pit? Aren’t they visiting mine as well?"

"I also asked the lords from the Heavenly Fire Clan, and they vaguely hinted that I should prepare to cede my Fire Pit."

"But those are our Fire Pits that we’ve been managing for years, they’re my heritage, my hard work, and now, that damn Zhou is about to take our assets without spending a penny or lifting a finger."

This group of Pill Masters was more complaining than discussing.

When Zhou Xuan handed over the "Insect Ancestor Pill," during his meeting with Changsheng Palace Master Qing Yangyu, he revealed the real difficulties of his Fire Pit being too small and too few Pill Furnaces, then Qing Yangyu returned to the Heavenly Dome and dispatched his clan members to address this issue.

How to resolve it?

Of course, by relying on his position as Palace Master, he sought out the Zoroastrianism, forcibly extorting a few Fire Pits over.

Though it’s extortion, he was still choosy. Some Fire Pits too dilapidated or old weren’t even worthy of his extortion!

And now these Pill Masters, each a victim of possible extortion by the Palace Master, were all here to find the Xian Nu to complain and put pressure.

The Xian Nu had heard enough to grow calluses in her ears, not wanting to hear any more, feeling very agitated inside.

Qing Yangyu’s status within the Heavenly Fire Clan was still somewhat elevated—she dared not offend him.

Of course, even if she didn’t dare offend him, when it came to overtly dividing the Fire Pit, she could still forcibly refuse.

But this time, she understood clearly—Qing Yangyu wasn’t dividing her Fire Pit by force.

"What use is there in saying all this?"

The Xian Nu finally lost patience and said, "Do you even know what Zhou Xuan’s second batch of pills was? That’s the Insect Ancestor Pill, once refined, Bai Yujing will certainly reward it,

Qing Yangyu is sure to memorialize Bai Yujing, under the guise of rewards, carving away some of our Sect Leader’s Fire Pits."

"If it were merely Qing Yangyu using power to coerce us into surrendering the Fire Pits, I naturally have ways to refuse him,

but once it involves Bai Yujing, I am utterly powerless, everyone, be more understanding."

Qing Yangyu’s move could be said to be an open strategy, you know what he’s planning, yet you have no way to resist.

The Xian Nu sighed and continued, "If there’s blame to assign, blame yourselves, for being incompetent, the countless Fire Pits both great and small of Zoroastrianism, adding up to nearly a hundred,

this past year only a few third-grade or higher elixirs have been refined?

That Zhou Xuan needed only two batches, and he came up with one, if he doesn’t stand out, who would?"

"In the future, I hope you improve your skills and make more fine elixirs, for if these hundreds of Pill Masters, hundreds of Fire Pits together are no match for one Zhou Xuan,

I fear what you’ll face won’t just be your Pill Furnaces being moved, I worry your heads will too."

The current greatest role of the Zoroastrianism is to provide the Heavenly Dome with a large quantity of, high-quality Human Pills.

If an entire sect doesn’t match up to one person—then the Zoroastrianism becomes the greatest abandoned pawn of the Heavenly Dome.

A burden that can be cut off and obliterated at any moment.

The Pill Masters below the steps, hearing the Xian Nu’s words, were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak out loud.

Yin Nv’er, caring for the emotions of these Pill Masters, consoled them, "Don’t worry, everyone, the Sect Leader takes note of your difficulties, and what you’re going through is somewhat challenging,

but you must believe in the Sect Leader, believe in the Xian Nu and the adults behind the Sect Leader, it won’t be long before we greatly suppress Zhou Xuan,

if there is truly anyone, conceding a Fire Pit to Zhou Xuan, then come time, we’ll make Zhou Xuan vomit them all back out."

Yin Nv’er’s comforting words did have some effect, those Pill Masters, each and every one, felt somewhat relieved and left the Zoroastrian church court one by one.

After they had all left, Yin Nv’er restrained much of the previous excitement.

He was speaking nonsense with open eyes—make Zhou Xuan give back the Fire Pits? How? He had no plan at all.

Not to mention he had no plan, even the likes of the Xian Nu had none.

"Alas!"

The Xian Nu’s bitter sigh echoed within the church court.

"Yin Nv’er, how long has it been since we’ve felt so oppressed in Zoroastrianism?"

"Never have we been this oppressed."

Yin Nv’er’s heart was equally desolate.

"Fire Pits...Fire Pits...those were cultivated and built by generations of capable and ambitious people in Zoroastrianism, betting their lives, and now they have to be handed over, not to mention that those Pill Masters are unwilling, isn’t my heart bleeding as well?

But there is no choice, circumstances outweigh individuals, that Zhou Xuan’s Alchemy Technique is too defying of the heavens."

"But it’s not yet the truly heaven-defying time, dear Xian Nu." Yin Nv’er’s face was even more bitter than a bitter gourd as he said, "That Zhou Xuan, still hasn’t officially refined the ’Fangshi Fragrance’,

This human world’s Nuodai, burning a single stick of incense, is equivalent to the other Tangkou burning nine sticks of incense,

If Zhou Xuan’s ’Fangshi Fragrance’ is burned out completely, then it’s the nine-tier realm of the ’Nine Provinces Alchemist’, at that time, how defiant he would be...even this old slave dare not imagine..."