Secret Buyer-Chapter 134 - 118: Trading Power, Twisted World, and Changing Cause and Effect

Chapter 134: Chapter 118: Trading Power, Twisted World, and Changing Cause and Effect

He is before me.

He is above.

The little boy sits calmly, cross-legged, the gray bleakness in the three eyes on his forehead flowing unceasingly,

His tone slow and profound, carrying an indescribable aura of authority.

"You may call me, True Man."

True Man?

Hu Zhongli was startled; over the years, he had encountered numerous evil cults, but the will of a real Deity, he had never touched.

The title of True Man seemed to originate from the Taoist evil cult.

Hu Zhongli’s heart pounded; could this be the ’Master’ that the three-eyed child spoke of?

Lost in wild thoughts.

The ’boy’ seemed to see through his thoughts, peacefully saying:

"I am but an attendant by the Celestial Venerate’s side."

Celestial Venerate.

Attendant.

Hu Zhongli’s lips trembled, suppressing immense pressure, he raised his head and glanced at the ’boy’.

He was indescribably high.

Like standing at the foot of a towering peak, looking up to see the summit piercing into the clouds;

Or like being on a lone boat, floating on the boundless sea.

Suddenly looking up,

to see the enormous waves reaching the sky, covering the sun and moon.

The sense of greatness, oppression, suffocation...

Is this just a Divine Attendant?

Hu Zhongli found it absurd; he had seen beings in the Deity Domain, and they certainly did not give such an oppressive feeling!

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant spoke quietly:

"The Celestial Venerate, mastering the Heavenly Path, resides above the skies, now with the authority of creation, has birthed an envoy in the mortal world, seeking you because this great era has fallen into chaos, salvation is needed."

Hu Zhongli listened in a daze, authority of creation, the great era has fallen into chaos, and also...

"Salvation?"

He subconsciously murmured aloud.

The attendant who occupied the envoy’s body nodded slightly, eyes slightly lifted, appearing to dwell in boundless heights and observe inexhaustible depths, softly sighing:

"The world is sick."

Hu Zhongli’s pupils contracted.

Zhang Fusheng remained unchanged, with True Spirit residing in the Divine Realm Eight Sceneries Palace, seated upon the mystical meditation mat,

descending thoughts with an inexhaustibly high Position upon the Subordinate Soul.

Without hesitation, he plagiarized the Buddha Son’s words—slightly altering them to form his own set of ideas.

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant whispered:

"The great era is sick, yin and yang are out of balance, rites and music are in disarray, everything is in reverse, heaven becomes earth, earth becomes heaven, gods are not gods, immortals are not immortals."

A look of wistfulness appeared on the little boy’s face:

"The Celestial Venerate awoke from the ruins of the old world, sitting and stopping the calamities of the past, seeking to harmonize yin and yang, black and white of all things."

A series of words left Hu Zhongli dazed and confused.

This was the effect Zhang Fusheng desired.

"Thus, it is to take from the abundant to fill the deficient."

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant lowered his gaze, staring at the aged Golden Legislator nearing death, confirming that the other needed life-extending medicine,

so at this moment, he calmly said:

"Why do you wish to extend your dwindling lifespan? Is it out of greed for life? Fear of death?"

Hu Zhongli took a deep breath, calming the tumult in his heart; two hundred years in a high position, though startled, he would not bow just because he saw a Deity.

He candidly said:

"I greedily cling to life, fear death, but more so, I wish to see the scenery at a higher level, to witness the splendor of the Innate Realm."

"How much life do you want?" The Celestial Venerate’s Attendant asked lightly.

"Ten years."

The old legislator’s eyes shone brightly:

"If I could gain ten more years of life, my Essence would be abundant again, coupled with being near the Sealing Furnace Realm already, Spirit Realm is only three threads away."

"I have a thirty percent chance, to bet on becoming an Innate Person!"

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant retorted:

"Thirty percent? Is it enough?"

"The path of cultivation is to press forward courageously, thirty percent is enough!" The old legislator surprisingly showed a touch of youthful boldness.

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant chuckled softly:

"If I grant you thirty years of life, what chance do you have to break through the realm?"

Hu Zhongli was stunned, extending five fingers:

"Fifty percent!"

"What if I then grant you fifteen years of cultivation with the Contemplation Technique, to temper your Spirit Realm experiences, what chance do you have?"

The old legislator was bewildered:

"How could there be such a thing in this world?"

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant simply said blandly:

"Answer."

This Golden Legislator paused in silence:

"Ninety-eight percent!"

"Good."

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant smiled and suddenly shifted the topic:

"All things balanced, yin and yang blended, one blessing, one cost, this is the Celestial Venerate’s rule."

"Thirty years of life, fifteen years of cultivation, or rather..... an opportunity of ninety-eight percent to break through to the Innate Realm, what do you think the cost should be?"

Hu Zhongli was lost in thought:

"I don’t know either."

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant disagreed:

"Is it your cultivation? Is it a certain Marvelous Technique you have learned?"

Hu Zhongli remained silent; to break through to the Innate Realm, one must inherently be in harmony; losing cultivation, losing the Marvelous Technique, it would break that harmony.

He was not truly greedy for life, nor afraid of death.

His pursuit lay only in the Innate.

The Celestial Venerate’s attendant continued nonchalantly:

"Or is it a Supreme Treasure, or perhaps... your power?"

Hu Zhongli froze:

"Power, can also be a cost?"

"It can."

Zhang Fusheng watched him closely, feeling a small ripple in his heart; this was an experiment after all.

If power is to be traded, what would it be like?

"If you truly have such great power, I am willing to offer the power I hold, as a cost."

"Good."

Zhang Fusheng praised, his mind communicating with the Contract, extracting from it the thirty-year lifespan and fifteen years of Contemplation.

He established a single pact.

Then asked:

"Do you truly wish to do this?"

"Willingly!"

The contract was established.

The thirty-year lifespan and fifteen years of Contemplation Technique wholly entered Hu Zhongli’s body, while the power belonging to the [Golden Legislator] was also stripped away.

This was an entity that eluded concrete description.

It was essentially a [concept].

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, placing this power upon Zhou Muniu, should any adverse change occur, it would be Zhou Muniu who bears it,