Secret Buyer-Chapter 112 - 103: The Truth of All Things—I May Be Millions of Years Your Senior

Chapter 112: Chapter 103: The Truth of All Things—I May Be Millions of Years Your Senior

The moment before, Jiang Shutong’s tone was strange and sarcastic, but the next second, he fell silent.

His cultivation level wasn’t high, and although his cultivation of character was lacking, he wasn’t so overwhelmed by hostility as to become a complete fool.

He even gulped, unable to stop himself from swallowing.

Up... Upper Envoy?

Grandmaster!!

His own senior brother had already achieved a breakthrough in martial arts mastery, and yet hadn’t even glimpsed the face of this grandmaster, but now, he was directly coming out to greet him??

Jiang Shutong shrank his neck.

A woman with a vermillion dot on her brow floated in, draped in a thin veil, her eyes misty, her nose tall and elegant,

looking like a beauty from an ancient painting rather than a modern person.

Zhang Fusheng’s heart tightened, here was another grandmaster in full bloom like Old Shi!

This was not someone that the weakened Huang Qiuxian could compare with.

He awkwardly performed a greeting:

"Greetings to the Up..."

Before he could lower his folded hands, they were halted by a hand as smooth and white as mutton fat jade, and a gentle voice spoke.

"Since you are not one of our Western Believers, no need for such courtesy."

Though she said this, she didn’t even glance at Kong Dongyan and Jiang Shutong, who were greeting formally,

instead, she took Zhang Fusheng’s hand, pulling the bewildered young man to her side, walking step by step toward the hall covered in crimson threads.

"Though the night is deep, as cultivators, we don’t rest with the setting sun. This is the time to be full of spirit, would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"

The gentle voice reached Zhang Fusheng’s ear, and feeling the delicate hand holding his, his heart hung even higher.

Offering favor without reason, either a traitor or a thief.

Moreover, a grandmaster indeed, who was sent to preside over a Divine Descent!

Among grandmasters, this woman who seemed to have walked out of a painting was probably the top of the group.

"Young Master Zhang, please." The woman’s voice was ancient and melodious, and she led Zhang Fusheng by the hand into the hall.

Outside the hall.

Kong Dongyan was relatively composed, his character cultivation adequate, able to maintain a semblance of calm despite his inner turmoil,

but as for Jiang Shutong, his jaw seemed to nearly drop to the ground!

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua exchanged bewildered glances, neither faring much better, their hearts laden with growing confusion.

Little Fusheng... who exactly was he?

Was he just Hong Tianbao’s disciple?

But even if Hong Tianbao himself came, how could he warrant a direct look from the Upper Envoy??

Having been undercover in the Western Sect for years,

Old Yu and Li Qiuhua knew somewhat about this high and unfathomable Upper Envoy whom they had met several times,

she was always aloof and inscrutable, speaking rarely, and even when she did speak, it would be mere one or two words,

in the several years of meeting her a few times,

the words she had spoken until now were even fewer than what she just exchanged with Little Fusheng!

"It’s really like seeing a ghost." Yu Chengzhong murmured.

......

Inside the hall.

This was originally a sacrificial site of the Chai Gate and one of the few places not covered by crimson threads.

The hall was ancient in style, a tea table and two wooden chairs were placed against the wall, Zhang Fusheng sat on the left chair,

and the grandmaster with the vermillion dot on her brow gently poured him a cup of tea.

At that time, Old Ghost Chai walked in, closing the doors of the hall, leaving only the three of them inside.

"Upper Envoy." Old Ghost Chai offered a greeting. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The woman did not respond with words, only nodded slightly, then gently pushed the teacup toward Zhang Fusheng, her voice calm:

"Try it."

Zhang Fusheng dutifully picked up the teacup and took a sip, the fragrance of the tea exploded in his mouth, instantly penetrating his heart and lungs, then spreading throughout his body.

His heart was shaken.

Because, just one sip of tea, the bit of hostility that had just arisen was dispersed!

"Calming Tea."

The grandmaster spoke softly:

"In this world today, every cultivator suffers from the Heart Demon Barrier, acting extreme, biased, and irrational. Careless oversight might invite disaster due to the Heart Demon Barrier."

She pointed out of the hall with her delicate hand:

"For instance, earlier, that Six Refinements-level Confucian disciple spoke inappropriately without discerning the situation, it was the Heart Demon Barrier clouding his mind."

"If Young Master Zhang were also clouded, perhaps in anger, you would have killed him on the spot."

Zhang Fusheng’s forehead broke out in a sweat.

Indeed.

If he were still in the state of fighting with his senior brother, hearing Jiang Shutong’s whining, he would have already shattered his skull with a slap.

That inexplicable hostility,

the Buddha Son said it was the result of a sick world, while this mysterious grandmaster called it the Heart Demon Barrier.

"Calming Tea can temporarily dissipate the Heart Demon Barrier, but it is extremely rare, usually drunk by strong people during times needing clear thought and careful decision-making."

The light words stirred Zhang Fusheng’s heart.

Clear thought, careful decision-making.

He paused for a moment:

"I ask the Upper Envoy to speak plainly."

"My name is Mingyue."

The woman named Mingyue spoke gently:

"Niu Dali hasn’t shown up until now, did he die at your hand?"

Zhang Fusheng’s eyelids twitched, his mind whirring:

"Yes and no."

"Yes and no?" Mingyue’s tone unchanged, as calm as water, without a hint of joy or anger: "Then what exactly happened? Please enlighten me, Young Master Zhang."

The more she acted this way, the more uneasy Zhang Fusheng felt, after a brief hesitation, he decided to be straightforward.

"As I was about to kill him, a divine-looking young man appeared from nowhere, placing my senior brother into a jar, peeling off his scalp, and pouring in a mysterious mercury."

He tried to make his tone sound calm, as if he were simply narrating:

"That divine-looking youth wore a magical robe made of bone pieces, with a withered woman lying on his back, very eerie, yet very powerful."

Mingyue’s expression showed no change, she merely ohhed, and said:

"People from the Mandala faction, the withered woman... should be that lovesick Silent Fury Buddha Son."

Old Ghost Chai was stunned:

"Silent Fury Buddha Son, why would he make a move against Niu Dali? Lord Hei, what do you think?"

Zhang Fusheng suddenly turned his head.

At the back of the hall, a person wearing an eyepatch, with the other eye as black as ink, slowly walked out.

The bartender of No. 19, Black Eye.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized.

The four stewards of the Western Sect in Jiangzhou, Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, Old Ghost Chai, and the last mysterious figure who had never shown up...

It was Black Eye.

No wonder he was so well-versed in the affairs of the Western Sect!

So that’s how it is.

"Niu Dali."

Black Eye glanced at Zhang Fusheng, frowned, and said:

"His ambition is as high as the sky, always dreaming of devouring the God of Plague, thinking everything is his own plan, but it is actually us pushing him down this path."

"His death is undoubtedly a serious blow to us—or he might not be truly dead, perhaps taken away by that Silent Fury Buddha Son."

Black Eye sighed:

"It’s also my fault, I had anticipated he wouldn’t be a match for Mr. Zhang, yet I didn’t stop him. Mainly, I never expected the Silent Fury Buddha Son to appear in Jiangzhou."

Mingyue spoke lightly:

"Your mistake has already become a grave error; now, who is going to devour the God of Plague?"

Zhang Fusheng had three question marks pop up on his forehead.

Ha?

What is this?

Devour who??

His eyelid twitched, God of Plague... isn’t it the deity worshipped by the Western Sect??

The sweat on Zhang Fusheng’s forehead increased as he realized he was eavesdropping on a monumental secret,

He saw Black Eye kneel on the ground and heard the Grandmaster beside him sigh:

"It’s a deserved punishment."

Mingyue reached out and pointed into the void.

Black Eye seemed to be struck by lightning, cracks appeared all over his body, with fresh blood seeping out,

He was stifled, not uttering a single cry of pain, his face contorted, clearly enduring immense suffering,

It wasn’t until he was soaked in blood that he gasped for air:

"There is a way to make up for it. I can still see, around Mr. Zhang, four vague, towering figures, chanting the scene of his Infinite Celestial Venerate...."

"Since Mr. Zhang has the destined Life Plate to become a god, sending him to deal with the God of Plague might not fail!"

Zhang Fusheng almost jumped out of his chair.

Who?

Me??

You want me to deal with who???

He wished he could reveal his true form and slap this fool to death!!

What you see is the future of becoming a god, nonsense!

That was me bluffing!

And yet.....

That, has already passed.

Thankfully.

"Nonsense."

Mingyue said coldly:

"I’ve told you many times, the past is not unchangeable, nor is the future fixed. I punish you now for thinking so shallowly, not seeing far or thinking deep."

"I’ll ask you again."

The woman said coldly:

"Silent Fury Buddha Son, why did he attack Niu Dali?"

"I truly don’t know..." Black Eye smiled bitterly, then suddenly a light flashed in his mind: "Could it be, the Living Buddha??"

He exclaimed in surprise:

"But, I didn’t tell Niu Dali to devour the Living Buddha, and the Living Buddha has clearly left Jiangzhou!"

Zhang Fusheng silently took a sip of Calming Tea.

He needed some peace.

What do you mean Niu Dali didn’t devour the Living Buddha?

He’s not the Living Buddha, so who is?

Black Eye’s words came, immediately resolving his confusion.

"I repeatedly warned Niu Dali, every time he fed on Lin Dongxi’s blood, not to overdo it, not to directly consume her Life Plate massively....."

He coughed up blood and slapped his forehead:

"Niu Dali likely didn’t heed my words!"

Mingyue snorted coldly:

"You only realized this now? Foolish, Lin Dongxi must have sensed the Silent Fury Buddha Son’s arrival, which is why she fled Jiangzhou overnight."

"If I’m not wrong, this Living Buddha, before leaving, probably voluntarily fed Niu Dali a large amount of blood and Life Plate, setting him up as a scapegoat."

Zhang Fusheng sat upright, feeling dizzy from all the revelations, was that Little Child truly the Living Buddha?

Cunning and deceitful!

His lips trembled, Master really is fortunate, taking on four disciples, one related to Taotie, one is the Living Buddha, and himself....

Hmm, only the second senior sister is truly ordinary, her soul still stiff within his Divine Realm now.

At this moment, Mingyue no longer gazed at Black Eye, but turned her head, her eyes landing on Zhang Fusheng, her voice softened:

"Young Master Zhang, I still have a question today, and I hope Young Master Zhang can help me answer it."

Zhang Fusheng’s heart tightened; he didn’t know what the question was, but he understood that if answered poorly, he could be in trouble.

He picked up his teacup, calmly sipping:

"Please ask, Upper Envoy."

"I’ve told you, don’t call me Upper Envoy. Although I have lived thousands and thousands of years, Young Master Zhang, just call me Miss Mingyue."

The sip of Calming Tea almost spurted out.

How Much?

Thousands and thousands of years?