Secret Buyer-Chapter 103 - 98: The World Is Sick

"Okay."

The Buddha Son was sullen; he seemed to be a chatterbox, speaking without any reservations.

Shaking his head,

the Buddha Son’s voice became solemn as he spoke:

"Brother, be prepared, I’m about to start."

He raised the Divine Pestle and recited softly.

"Great Black Heaven..."

Though the majestic young man’s voice was faint,

it resonated in Zhang Fusheng’s ears like a morning bell and evening drum, deafeningly loud!

He saw on the Divine Pestle scenes of a furious Bodhisattva,

with six arms, crowned with five skulls, his forehead furrowed, three eyes wide open, mouth agape with fangs interlocked, tongue curling upward, and red hair flaring like a torch!

Six-armed Great Black Heaven.

Such a term flashed in Zhang Fusheng’s mind, if he remembered correctly.....

Six-armed Great Black Heaven, was the wrathful incarnation of the Thousand-Handed and Thousand-Eyed Guanyin Bodhisattva!

"Thunk!!"

The Buddha Son uttered a contradictory sound like a wooden fish being struck, both dull and crisp.

The Divine Pestle unobstructedly, gently, entered the head of the senior brother.

"Roar!!"

The senior brother roared in pain.

At that instant.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly bent, feeling as though his soul was pierced!

No, not the soul!

It was the vast vitality absorbed from Niu Dali, as if it was nailed by something!

Severe dizziness and numbness swept through his body, transforming him back to normal size, naked and curled up on the ground,

his consciousness gradually blurring, he saw the Buddha Son carrying the urn away.

The Buddha Son’s gentle voice reached over:

"This is also beneficial to you, the Living Buddha’s vitality is unique. After I nail him into a ’Human Treasure’, although you will feel pain, that vitality will entirely belong to you."

"Is your name... Zhang Fusheng?"

"I hope we meet again, you’re remarkable."

The Buddha Son’s figure faded away, vaguely he could hear him bickering with the frail Mingfei on his back.

His vision darkened bit by bit.

’Boom!’

Exactly at this moment.

The river water that had been pushed far away now rolled back, rushing in again,

the reversal of the river flow accelerated.

Raging! Raging! Raging!

The river surged from all directions, crashing together at the spot where the young boy lay unconscious after the fierce battle!

The massive waves carried the wounded Zhang Fusheng upwards, upwards.

Under tremendous pressure, the underground river briefly swelled, sweeping over the collapsed pavement, and the unconscious boy floated with the river.

’Splash!!’

The river threw him onto the fragmented street, then gradually receded.

"What is that..."

In the half-collapsed supermarket, Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua were astounded as the underground river surged over the ground,

soon spotting the boy swept onto the ground by the river.

"Little Fusheng??"

The two opened their eyes wide; the wounded Old Yu tried to get up, but his wound brought ripping pain,

Li Qiuhua leaped a few steps, cautiously checked the surroundings, and swiftly carried the unconscious frail boy back to the supermarket.

"Fusheng? Fusheng?" She lightly tapped the boy’s cheek, confirming he was alive only to relax.

The two exchanged glances momentarily.

"How did Little Fusheng... end up underground?"

"Did he fall in during a collapse?"

They were speechless.

After a while, Old Yu struggled to sit up, gritting his teeth:

"He’s Old Zhang’s child... he was supposed to go to a good university."

"We must find a way to get him out of Jiangzhou!"

Li Qiuhua paused:

"How to send him? The action teams are sweeping Upper Three Districts and Central Three Districts, several groups are hunting us down."

Yu Chengzhong despondently, gently stroked the boy’s feverish forehead.

"We promised Old Zhang to take care of him."

He softly said:

"What’s wrong with the Investigation Bureau? Why are they targeting ordinary people? Why..."

Li Qiuhua pursed her lips, extinguished her cigarette with her thumb and index finger.

"The Federation is sick." She murmured, resting the sleeping boy’s head on her lap.

The two tried to hold their breath, fearing to attract the hunting action groups.

They did not fear death, having resolved to face it when choosing to infiltrate the Western Sect; now, with their faith in ruins, life and death were indifferent.

But Little Fusheng was different.

He’s just an ordinary person, still very young, with a bright future ahead.

He’s also Old Zhang’s child.

Willingly sinking into the mire, those who can gaze upon the light in darkness always consider the lives of others to be above their own.

"The Federation is ill." Yu Chengzhong repeated numbly.

......

Divine Realm.

After fainting, Zhang Fusheng’s consciousness appeared in the Divine Realm, which is his own spiritual world.

He could clearly perceive his physical condition— the vast vitality plundered from Senior Brother,

was slowly and thoroughly merging with his being,

and the Spleen Secret seemed to be gradually excavated— at that moment, the first vitality he grasped was from Senior Brother’s spleen.

In a sense, it could be considered as consuming the artificial Five-Element Medicine.

It’s just a pity that Senior Brother was not yet a Martial Arts Master at that time; the artificial medicine was still an ’unripe’ version, otherwise...

He exhaled slowly, his thoughts extremely chaotic.

Is the world sick?

Flesh and Blood Fungus?

Kou City?

He didn’t quite understand what Buddha Son meant, but he could guess a little, especially ’the world is sick.’

"Cultivating with the Life Soul, using humans as fuel, increasingly intense, uncontrollable savagery....."

"It requires the ’Land Immortals Group’ of the Blood Shrine, the Plague Emperor who descends the Flesh Plague..."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself:

"The world is sick."

Such ferocity grows not only within himself but also due to an unknown source of savagery. As he reflected, his behavior was slowly being distorted.

He was sliding toward ’madness.’

He thought of some mythological novels he had read in his past life,

where they told of the year of the Divine Enthronement tribulation, when tribulation Qi spread, those affected lost their minds, their spiritual senses were concealed, and they died in the tribulation.

This world seems eerily similar.

Distorted beings are naturally not just oneself; others are the same. Silent Fury Buddha Son said, the higher the cultivation, the greater the impact...

Zhang Fusheng suddenly felt a chill down his spine; the high-levels of the Federation are naturally powerful, perhaps far above Grandmasters and Great Sects,

then what about them?

Zhang Fusheng looked up at Second Senior Sister.

More precisely, at the soul of Second Senior Sister.

Without Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts, Second Senior Sister, already taken as Subordinate Soul, stood woodenly in place, ready to be transformed into Grim Skeleton of the Twelve Refinements level at any time,

but he didn’t do so.

"Strange."

Zhang Fusheng meticulously examined Second Senior Sister’s soul,

unlike the other people he killed, who were all ’Residual Souls,’ Chen Yuque’s soul was completely intact.

Others only came with one soul and two spirits, but Second Senior Sister’s Three Souls and Seven Spirits were all here,

in other words...

"I can even restore her consciousness?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, since her soul was intact, her consciousness naturally hadn’t been extinguished like other Residual Souls.

Yet, why was it intact?

No, it should be asked, why did other souls become incomplete?

He carefully recalled, each person he killed initially had complete souls; after death, immediately two souls and five spirits were missing,

as if something had been extracted.

"If the world is sick, and those who hold the Federation are also pathological..."

Without interference from ferocity, Zhang Fusheng was incredibly clear-headed, his thoughts exceedingly sharp, bursting with a terrifying idea.

Buddha Country.

Just like the Dragon Boat Buddha Country controlled by Old Shi, when people die, their Residual Souls automatically go to Old Shi’s Divine Realm,

could this planet also be filled with something similar?

When people die, automatically two souls and five spirits are taken, used as Subordinate Soul or other fuel?

If this speculation is true.

Then the entire Federation is a ’Soul Pasture.’

Including himself, he is livestock in the pasture; the stronger he becomes, the more he cultivates, the fatter he gets.

Zhang Fusheng’s hands shook slightly.

"I must find and learn the methods that Buddha Son used to make me clear-headed."

He took a deep look at Second Senior Sister’s soul,

not immediately waking her, instead climbing up Longevity Mountain to the Five Mansions Temple, entering the main hall, and checking the Tao Scripture in front of the Heaven and Earth Tablet as usual.

The Tao Scripture was again turned to the last page.

Written on it in crooked lines.

[Why haven’t you erected my Blood Shrine?]

[Are you in Jiangzhou?]

Zhang Fusheng snorted coldly, turning to the Eight Sceneries Palace.

He seated himself upon the meditation mat, his position soared dramatically!

Surveying all the mountains below.

"What exactly is happening in Jiangzhou?" he murmured.

Celestial Venerate sent out invitations to all the holders of the decree.

Blurred human figures appeared outside the Taoist Palace, coming to pay homage.

This time...

There were five figures.

One more than before.