Secret Buyer-Chapter 142 - 122: With a Single Thought, Heaven and Earth Change

Chapter 142: Chapter 122: With a Single Thought, Heaven and Earth Change

This is also the way of survival in Beheading Alley.

The young man was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand, gently tapping his fingertips in the air, followed by all five fingers together tapping the air.

Once, twice, thrice.....

People’s eyes were drawn to that fair hand.

No, they were firmly captivated!

The young man tapped faster and faster, faster and faster, each time his fingertips touched the air, they didn’t make a sound,

but indeed, ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in the air!!

As if a small stone was thrown into a lake.

Five ripples continually dispersed, with the rhythm of the five fingers, the ripples interfered with each other, collided, intertwined.

The five fingers suddenly came together.

Making a knocking gesture.

A gentle knock on the air.

’Tok!’

A sound that only the alley people could hear echoed.

Each of the old tricksters was left dumbfounded, like lost souls.

The only ones still sober were the three elders in the Beheading Alley.

The Magician clutched a silver coin, stepping back several steps, the Gambler stood up, two decks of cards leaping between his hands,

the Juggler Master squinted, a monkey jumped onto his shoulder.

"Who are you?"

The three unknowingly stood together, the Magician slightly tilted his hat, looking solemn:

"From where did you learn such soul-disturbing, mind-chaotic techniques??"

He saw the young man give a shy smile, pointing behind at the path of bluestone he walked on, and the strange symbols on the walls.

"Just learned it."

Zhang Fusheng said honestly.

It wasn’t that his enlightenment had improved.

But rather, after spiritually breaking the millennial limit, he seemed extremely sensitive to matters of spirit and soul,

and those mesmerizing tricks on the bluestone, the soul-capturing methods within the strange symbols,

were seen through cleanly by him in an instant—they were simply methods of interfering with the spirit.

Zhang Fusheng could do better.

"Learned....." The three elders were startled, the Magician and the Gambler simultaneously glanced at the Juggler Master with a monkey on his shoulder.

Clearly, the stone slabs and symbols were his arrangement.

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat interested, examining the monkey-playing old man:

"You’re quite impressive, later, you’ll come with me."

There was an undeniable tone in his voice.

The Gambler sneered:

"Young man, this is the waiting area....."

The young man didn’t pay attention to him, the five fingers once again leaped and played in the air, he didn’t use his spiritual will,

relying purely on ’technique’.

Ripples were struck out from the air by his fingertips, the ripples seemed to contain a unique rhythm, silently spreading across the entire Beheading Alley.

Those who were obsessed, dazed, and disheartened,

turned woodenly, staring woodenly at the card-playing Gambler.

This scene was both bizarre and horrifying,

even the Gambler involuntarily felt his hair stand on end.

"Wake up."

The Juggler suddenly spoke.

"Wake up!"

He shouted, the monkey on his shoulder also screeched shrilly.

Those disheartened people seemed about to awaken.

The Magician shouted:

"Can’t kill, can’t take life, then break the hands and feet, throw him out!"

He lightly flicked, the silver coin in his hand traced a graceful arc, leaping above the young man’s head.

The next moment.

The silver coin fell heavily, carrying fierce Qi Blood Smoke!

"Bad."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head.

The silver coin struck the ground, creating a deep pit.

He disappeared.

"Watch out!"

The Juggler shouted in alarm, the Magician sensed something was wrong, suddenly pressing his hat, the Gambler next to him swung, the playing cards tore through the air, nailing densely!

All nailed to the wall.

The young man was gone.

The three stood back to back, warily scanning the surroundings, large beads of sweat forming on their foreheads,

the monkey suddenly shrieked.

"Here!"

The Juggler opened his mouth, spitting out blazing white light, fiercely hitting the young man who appeared suddenly.

’Hiss!!’

The young man was enveloped by the terrifying white light, torn apart, evaporating.

"Why so weak??"

The Juggler’s expression changed drastically, his hair standing on end, staring at the blood mist formed by the vaporized frail youth.

He muttered hoarsely:

"I killed someone."

"Violated the rules!"

......

In the council building.

Zhou Muniu suddenly asked:

"Is there a rule against killing in the waiting area?"

"There is."

Hu Zhongli nodded decisively:

"Once someone dies and their soul disperses, we will detect it immediately..... what’s wrong?"

"Cancel that rule."

Zhou Muniu glanced at the time.

Eight in the morning.

He said calmly:

"From now on, every morning from eight to nine, killing is no longer prohibited in the waiting area."

"This place should not become a haven for corruption, nor a refuge for some people."

Hu Zhongli was stunned for a moment, silently nodding, Housekeeper Zhao next to him quickly drafted a new regulation, respectfully handing it over.

Zhou Muniu signed his name on the paper.

And so, from that moment on.

The new regulation came into effect.

Copies of statutes and documents were swiftly published on the Divine Net, pushed to everyone’s account in the waiting area,

and the Public Security Bureau and council guards in the area received the new laws,

the entire waiting area fell silent for a moment,

then it was uproarious, it was boiling.

Zhou Muniu put down the pen.

"Golden Legislator....."

He sighed, with a meaningful tone.

......

Chang Youwei touched his bulging belly:

"I’m full, how about you guys?"

"Full!"

"Stuffed!"

Sixth and the girl nodded in satisfaction, the former laughed:

"Old Scatterbrain should be back too, let’s go, early in the morning, let’s hit Louis Street for a couple of jobs."

The three youths laughed heartily, walking back to the big iron gate leading to Beheading Alley, before pushing the door, their phones vibrated simultaneously.

They picked them up to see.

The three of them exchanged glances.

"Murder...restriction lifted??"

The young man and woman swallowed involuntarily.

Then,

Chang Youwei’s face lit up with excitement:

"This is a good thing..."

He said happily:

"In the future, when that little Immortal Yu performs, it can be grander, best if timed around eight in the morning."

The Sixth also rubbed his hands in anticipation:

"Right, right, if they don’t pay enough, just..."

He dragged a finger across his throat.

Yu opened a bubble gum, popped it into her mouth, and while chewing, frowned and said:

"Is this really a good thing?"

"Don’t forget, this means others can kill us too."

The two youngsters were stunned for a moment.

Yu casually pushed open the big iron door.

Creak—

They walked into Beheading Alley, but simultaneously stopped in their tracks, bewildered by the scene ahead.

In the alley, a group of old swindlers stood in place, lost, wooden, and stiff.

The three elder masters stood back-to-back together, and further away, a frail young man let his fingers dance lightly in the air.

But the elder masters, who were vigilantly looking around, seemed oblivious to the boy.

As if...

They, like the other swindlers, were lost and listless.

The monkey on the Juggler Master’s shoulder screeched.

"Over here!"

The Juggler Master opened his mouth and a blazing white light shot out, evaporating a swindler into blood mist.

"Why so weak??"

The Juggler Master spoke hoarsely:

"I’ve killed... broken the law!"

The boy’s fingers kept dancing in the air.

Yu blew a bubble with her gum, watching it grow larger and larger.

She saw the Juggler Master roaring:

"No, over here!"

The Magician and the Gambler also stepped aside quickly, one shouting there, the other hurling cards infused with intense qi and blood!

The three who had backed each other were suddenly face-to-face again.

The Magician howled, piercing the Gambler’s chest, the Gambler roared, throwing cards that sliced the Juggler Master’s body,

While the Juggler Master opened his mouth and a blazing white light engulfed the Magician, evaporating half his body.

The remaining half collapsed to the ground.

The frail young man’s fingers paused slightly in the air.

The peculiar rhythm ceased here.

The Juggler Master’s murky eyes cleared up, bewilderedly looking at the vanished Magician and the Gambler with a shattered heart,

Then lowered his head, examining the hundreds of cards embedded in his body.

"When... did this happen?"

Blood dripped from the Juggler Master’s mouth, and the monkey on his shoulder screamed in panic.

"Always."

Yu heard the frail young man lightly praising:

"Simply relying on a special rhythm to interfere to such an extent, remarkable, truly remarkable....."

The Juggler Master spat out another mouthful of black blood, his lips trembled, his face turned horrified:

"Impossible, impossible....."

"Unless....."

"A millennial..."

He slumped to the ground, the monkey broke free from its leash, shrieking as it fled.

’Pop!’

Yu’s bubble gum burst at that moment, sticking to her face.

They saw the terrifying young man snap his fingers, each swindler fainted to the ground,

From them, something vague and indistinct was forcibly drawn out by the snap!

Their souls.

Regrettably, they were all just residual souls.

The boy looked at the three with curiosity:

"Are you the ones who sold me the fake plaque?"

The minds of the three went blank, their scalps tingled, and chills ran down their spines!

Chang Youwei turned to flee, crying for help, ran out the iron gate, then crashed heavily into a wall.

At some unknown point, the iron gate had turned into the damp wall of Beheading Alley.

This horrifying scene scared him so much that he staggered back, collapsed to the ground, and turned to see that everywhere led to the iron gate,

Rushing over, running, only to crash into the damp wall again and again!

"Enough."

This was accompanied by a scolding voice from above the Celestial Vault, seemingly omnipresent.

Chang Youwei felt the world spinning, the scenery before him suddenly blurred, the fuzzy colors gradually spread,

Until everything became clear once again.

He was still by the iron gate, beside him were the Sixth and Yu, and when he looked toward Beheading Alley, the frail young man stood in the distance,

The Gambler sat on the ground, hands holding cards, the Juggler Master hung his head, a small monkey cradled in his arms,

The Magician had not evaporated, he still leaned against the wall, with his hat brim lowered, but when did the silver coin in his hand roll onto the ground?

As for the other swindlers.

They were still in their original positions as when they left.

But without exception.

They all remained motionless, their breathing continued, their hearts still beat, it’s just...

Their souls seemed to be gone.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fusheng merely tapped the new rhythm he learned at the mouth of the alley,

Without using even a trace of Spiritual Thoughts, purely relying on special rhythms and his newly attained ’Millennial Position’.

He drove the souls of over a hundred people in the alley, creating nested, seemingly real spiritual illusions.

The three elder masters and each swindler thought they put up a resistance, only to fail.

But in reality, from start to finish, not a single one of them moved at all.

"Spiritual Will....."

Zhang Fusheng whispered in admiration, clenching his fist.

The Magician who wasn’t hit by the white light still evaporated halfway, the Gambler whose heart wasn’t shattered still had a fragmented heart,

The Juggler Master who wasn’t pierced by cards still manifested numerous sharp blood-lined cuts on his body.

The injuries they sustained in the illusion were reflected in their physical reality.

After surpassing the Millennium Hurdle, Zhang Fusheng didn’t need to employ his vast Divine Thought like an ocean,

Merely tapping fingers could interfere with and control others’ senses, even.....

turn the injuries they believed into reality.

"This is the power belonging to the Innate Realm, the formidable power of Spiritual Limit Breaking, [It was always like this]—Though I haven’t broken the Spiritual Limit."

"Yet, I am a Thousand-Year Refining Spirit."

Zhang Fusheng fully comprehended that his current self, in terms of the Spirit Realm, had not broken the limit,

But because of surpassing the Millennium Hurdle, the gap between himself and breaking the limit is akin to the gap between Perfection and Minor Perfection.

For his soul, his spirit, his will—

Had fundamentally, transcended a [Life Level] beyond the common populace.

This is a change in Position.

"It’s always been breaking limits first, then breaking the Millennium Hurdle—and I, did it the other way around."

"I haven’t broken the Spiritual Limit, not stepping into Innate."

"But my Contemplation Realm, has already reached the level of [It was always like this]..."

The vast Spiritual Will behind Zhang Fusheng materialized, turning into a Sea of Spirit,

The three young ones unconsciously prostrated themselves.

As if in worship.