Secret Buyer-Chapter 130 - 114: Niu Dali, Do You Recognize Me?

"Where is this...?"

From a jar not much bigger than a palm, Niu Dali’s head, just as large as the jar’s opening, sat outside, looking bewildered.

In his memory, just a second ago, he was outside Dragon Boat City. But the moment the Mysterious True Man and the bald young man completed their ’transaction’,

he found himself here.

He cautiously looked around, finding himself in a chaotic hall where a great sound echoed silently.

Looking ahead... a person?

Niu Dali swallowed his saliva.

In the back of the hall, atop a meditation mat, sat a vague, majestic figure,

enshrouded in thick chaos mist, with layers of dim universes floating around it.

It—no, He simply sat there but appeared infinitely lofty and profound, occupying all sight and senses from Niu Dali’s perspective!!

Niu Dali trembled, his scalp... the peeled scalp tingling.

"Are you... the Celestial Venerate?"

He softly called, questioning.

The fuzzy figure shrouded in chaos mist seemed to open his eyes.

Niu Dali felt enveloped by an unspeakable, superior gaze, as if all his past had been seen through, with no secret left hidden!

He wanted to lower his head to show respect,

but his head was stuck outside the jar, unable to bow, with his body trapped in the jar no bigger than a head, unable to move.

"One who devours all." He heard that mysterious Celestial Venerate, voice indifferent, emotionless.

"I am here!"

Niu Dali struggled to speak, his gaze growing fervent, Celestial Venerate... Celestial Venerate!!!

An unknown, overwhelmingly powerful, terrifying deity!!

As long as he could win the other’s favor, as long as he could escape the jar,

that Buddha Son! That Zhang Fusheng!

A scarlet hue flashed in Niu Dali’s eyes.

Just then.

The Celestial Venerate in the chaos mist asked, seemingly interested:

"Do you know from where your peculiarity comes?"

Niu Dali cautiously, honestly replied:

"It seems to come from my bloodline."

"Do you know which bloodline?" The Celestial Venerate continued asking.

Niu Dali, bewildered, struggled to shake his head, his jaw rubbing against the jar, producing a ’gigaga’ sound.

"A human face on a sheep body, eyes under the armpits, tiger teeth, human claws, sounds like a baby..."

The Celestial Venerate spoke slowly:

"This is, the Taotie."

Tao... Taotie?

The instant he heard the words ’Taotie’,

Niu Dali felt his bloodline seemed to start boiling, jumping, cheering, euphoric!

It seemed his bloodline was meant to be called by this name!

"Taotie..." Niu Dali reverently repeated, gathering courage: "I am willing to serve you and walk in the world with the body of Taotie, walk in your nation!"

The Celestial Venerate let out a laugh of indeterminate meaning.

Niu Dali grew anxious, watching the chaos mist around the Celestial Venerate gradually roll and flow,

the multiple universes seemingly growing darker.

For a long time.

The Celestial Venerate spoke again, serenely:

"The Taotie, an ancient beast of old times, greedy without restraint, devouring nothing, like you, capable of swallowing Life Plates, eating deities, dining on all things."

Niu Dali’s heart pounded, his compressed body within the jar trembling along.

"The Taotie bloodline has advantages and disadvantages, remaining within you."

The Celestial Venerate said flatly:

"Yet, I desire to take the power of devouring and transforming all things from your Taotie bloodline."

Niu Dali felt a chill inside,

not taking the bloodline itself from some ancient beast of old, yet able to directly take away the abilities the bloodline granted him??

Amidst horror and bitterness,

he saw the Celestial Venerate sigh faintly, the chaos mist uncontrollably swirling, following which came a grand sound of the Tao.

"However."

"I follow the Heavenly Path, taking the excess to replenish the lacking, yin-yang Tai Chi, two rites and four images, balancing all things."

"Since I take your power of devouring all things, I also grant you one matter."

Niu Dali became excited, his previously dim eyes suddenly brightening, asked with a quiver in his voice:

"I do not know what the Celestial Venerate wishes to grant me?"

From the meditation mat, the infinite lofty blurred figure spoke lightly:

"In your heart burns a fire of jealousy and wrath."

"So, I grant you permission to act as my emissary, to serve me for one hundred and eight years."

"The person you envy and resent, who is it?"

The Celestial Venerate asked.

Niu Dali was silent for a moment, panting heavily, is it that Buddha Son?

No, it’s not.

It’s Zhang Fusheng.

It’s him! It’s him! It’s him!

Niu Dali suppressed the scarlet urge to tear everything apart, spoke deeply:

"It’s Zhang Fusheng."

"Zhang Fusheng..." the Celestial Venerate softly murmured the name: "Shall I bring him before you once more, how about that?"

Niu Dali’s eyes widened in shock, if his body weren’t immobile, he wanted to bow!

"Thank... Celestial Venerate for your immense grace!!"

The Celestial Venerate chuckled, casually sketching out mysterious lights and shadows, a contract slowly appeared.

"Taking from your Taotie bloodline, the power of devouring all things."

"Granting you the grace of serving by my side for a century, after which your choice to stay or leave rests on your will."

"And allowing you to meet the one you detest."

"How about it?"

Niu Dali, without much hesitation, loudly declared:

"I am willing!!"

Though losing the ability to devour all things, yet serving and accompanying such an incredibly powerful, mysterious Celestial Venerate,

Niu Dali considered it a gain!

Moreover, he could still deal with Zhang Fusheng...

He became increasingly excited.

But the Celestial Venerate fell silent then.

For he discovered the contract could not be established—the Old Bull seemed to have misunderstood the transaction’s content, causing the contract to be judged as ’deception’.

Upon careful investigation.

So that’s it.

The Celestial Venerate spoke calmly:

"I will not slay your enemy for you, merely bring him before you; whether you can kill him, also depends entirely on yourself, do you understand?"

Niu Dali paused, stunned:

"This subordinate understands!"

The Celestial Venerate resumed sketching mysterious lights and shadows, this time, it worked.

"The contract is established."

The Celestial Venerate’s solemn voice echoed within the hall, in the great sound of silence, with the mysterious resonance of the Tao!

Niu Dali felt something on him... was being stripped away!

The mysterious light and shadow dispersed.

The Celestial Venerate’s voice of the Tao sounded once more:

"For the next one hundred and eight years, you’ll stay by my side. As for Zhang Fusheng..."

Niu Dali was somewhat puzzled, wondering why the Great Deity’s way of speaking had changed?

In his confusion, he heard the deity chuckle:

"Niu Dali, Zhang Fusheng is already before you."

Niu Dali struggled to turn his head left and right, bewildered:

"My lord, I... I can’t see him..."

"Niu Dali."

The chaos mist before the deity began to thin out.

"Look closely, who am I?"

Niu Dali instinctively looked toward the infinite and mighty figure. The churning chaos mist rolled away to both sides,

revealing a figure and a face that were all too familiar to him.

The face wore a teasing smile.

Niu Dali gaped, utterly stunned, his mind in turmoil—Zhang, Zhang Fusheng?

Zhang Fusheng??

His body, compressed into a small urn pot, grew cold, and his head roared with the noise,

as if an iron hammer was madly pounding inside his skull!

How could it be him?

How could it possibly be him??

Niu Dali emerged between laughter and tears:

"You’re, you’re teasing your subordinate, right?"

The young man sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat chuckled aloud:

"Why would I tease you? Think carefully, did Black Eye not tell you that he saw me... becoming the Infinite Celestial Venerate?"

Niu Dali’s mind went blank with a bang.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

After a long silence.

"Zhang! Fu! Sheng!!!"

He let out a hysterical roar, his eyes red as if bleeding!!

Zhang Fusheng calmly gestured, and the urn pot floated, settling firmly beside him.

"Zhang Fusheng!!!"

Niu Dali continued to howl as if crying blood, his newly risen hope thoroughly shattered. Actual blood tears streamed from his eyes!

"See, so impatient."

Zhang Fusheng extended a hand, gently patting the human treasure on the head:

"For the next one hundred and eight years, you shall remain here."

"I said it before, granted you serve by my side. Rest assured, I will not go back on it, because this is our transaction."

Niu Dali whimpered, blood tears flowing like a stream, yet he was unable to utter a single word.

He had been sealed by Zhang Fusheng, his tongue taken away.

"The Taotie Bloodline, may still be of some use."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, slightly shaken by the transaction that had given him the power of devouring everything, cooling off the contract to an unexpected thirty-six years!

Well, that’s quite something.

The Six Ding Divine Fire lasts only a hundred years!

No, that’s right, it seems the upper limit is a hundred years.

"Fortunately, there’s still a bit of Fearless Lion meat left." Zhang Fusheng mused: "The judgment of this contract is somewhat puzzling."

He rubbed his chin with one hand while using the other to tap Niu Dali’s head like a wooden fish.

Niu Dali thought himself to be the deity, serving by the deity’s side was not judged as deception,

but the belief he could immediately kill ’Zhang Fusheng’ was judged as deception.

Weird...

Could it be that the contract also believed I’m the deity?

Has it gone mad?

No.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly bowed his head, realizing the connection, possibly related to this meditation mat, as sitting upon it greatly elevated his position, overlooking all...

Does this mean,

being seated here allows his position to rival a true deity?

Even.

Not just a deity?

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback, knowing this was merely a meditation mat—if it were truly a part of the Eight Scenery Palace, it wouldn’t be surprising,

the key is, this is merely a projection, a reflection of the Eight Scenery Palace!!

"Then, how high would the position of the real Eight Scenery Palace be?"

"And the true [Supreme]?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, his heart growing ever colder. How could such a figure suddenly vanish, even have their celestial position usurped?

To usurp the Supreme’s position, how powerful must one be??

"Whatever!"

"Focus on the present, take the next step thoughtfully."

Zhang Fusheng exhaled a breath of fresh air, silently consuming Fearless Lion meat,

initially a gram could sustain for a year, now its effect diminished greatly,

a half-ounce at fifty grams just managed to offset the thirty-six-year cooldown—still owed a few days, Zhang Fusheng begrudgingly gnawed a bit of One-Horned Giant Rhinoceros meat.

"Time to get some new Star Beast meat."

"The waiting zone is the hub of the Golden Province, it cannot be like a subordinate city having only One-Horned Giant Rhinoceros meat."

Zhang Fusheng pondered, hesitating about whether to ’revive’ Chen Yuque. Adding an absolutely loyal subordinate in reality,

could avoid explanations with his master, essentially offering benefits only,

the crux being, where could he acquire a Twelve Refinements level body?

"I could imagine a flesh and blood body in the likeness of Chen Yuque within the Divine Realm, forcibly turning illusion into reality,"

"but that would merely be an ordinary flesh and blood body, unable to preserve cultivation like a residual soul transformed into a grim skeleton..."

"To imagine a Twelve Refinements body?"

"That would likely fail to refine illusion into reality—perhaps it’s possible in the future, but now? It would more or less cost me my life!"

Zhang Fusheng furrowed his brow, feeling quite troubled...

And that little one, Lin Dongxi, should have arrived at Chongyang City by now, posing some difficulty.

For the moment, he dismissed these thoughts,

Zhang Fusheng licked his lips, extracted the ’Power of Devouring and Transforming All Things’ from the contract, integrating it into himself.

He hadn’t taken the Taotie Bloodline primarily because it belonged to a primeval savage beast,

and integrating such a bloodline might mean he would inherently fall short of Taotie?

What if... he encounters a true Taotie someday?

Rather than taking the bloodline, better to take the ability of the bloodline, regardless of any side effects, none would affect him.

The [Power of Devouring and Transforming All Things] slowly merged with him,

imbuing Zhang Fusheng with a vague, inexplicable feeling.

He felt like... he could consume anything all of a sudden.

Tangible matter, the ethereal life plate, and even mysterious factors in the air, perhaps even... deities.

Uh, of course, that’s assuming he could overcome the deity.

Yet it remained a capability touching upon ’concepts,’ after all, things like a life plate are too ethereal.

Yet they could be ’consumed.’

"Devouring Everything... can it truly consume anything, digest anything?"

After a moment’s consideration.

Zhang Fusheng bent down, biting hard onto the meditation mat.

"Taotie, show me your limits!"

"Oh wow!!"

Three of his teeth broke.

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