Secret Buyer-Chapter 154 - 130: Master, Now That You’re Old, Just Enjoy Your Twilight Years

Chapter 154: Chapter 130: Master, Now That You’re Old, Just Enjoy Your Twilight Years

"Is the real Eight Sceneries Palace on the other side of the door?"

"The Eight Sceneries Palace is not in a Different Dimension!"

Zhang Fusheng was startled, but he felt it was as it should be. The Eight Sceneries Palace is not inhabited by any deity occupying a Divine Position, nor can it be reached through Touching the Void,

and along with the scene behind the Now Gate...

it all indicates that the real Eight Sceneries Palace is just behind this door.

As for why the desk, meditation mat, and the items on the desk aren’t reflected here?

"Could it be that the Position is so high that it’s..."

"Impossible to be reflected?"

Zhang Fusheng mumbled to himself, roughly guessing what those three items were.

Let me through.

Let me through!!

He fiddled with the door gap for a long time, feeling frustrated, and returned without success.

Returning to the front palace, Zhang Fusheng plopped down on the meditation mat, glanced at it once, then again, and suddenly disdainfully said:

"You can be reflected here, seems like your Position isn’t that high..."

Meditation Mat: ?

......

Evening.

It was raining outside the window.

Hong Tianbao donned a raincoat, his figure became indistinct and transparent, quietly stepping out of the house.

One, two, three.

The Martial Artists monitoring this place had their necks twisted one by one, even those several kilometers away in high-rise buildings using thermal imaging devices aimed at the old man’s residence met the same fate.

Quiet ensued.

Hong Tianbao glanced up, noticing that those Sky Eye Satellites showed no reaction.

This isn’t Jiangzhou.

The Sky Eye Satellites aren’t easy to access.

His figure solidified, Hong Tianbao quietly walked in the rain, but the falling rain passed right through him,

as if.....

he was a ghost not belonging to this world.

Seventh Form, Form and Spirit, Bone Powder.

From Life Light, Newly Dead, Giant, to Blood Painting, Decaying, Beast-Devouring, and finally Bone Powder and Ancient Tomb.

Having mastered all Eight Forms, the chubby old man fully understood and practiced them.

Silently reaching District Two, arriving at the hotel mentioned by Lin Dongxi—the hotel constructed with special materials,

it couldn’t be scrutinized with Divine Thought as it would make noise, alerting the enemy.

The rain fell harder.

Hong Tianbao quietly removed his raincoat, his already plump body seemingly more bloated,

carrying a resolute and tragic aura, he entered the hotel, taking the elevator.

Finally standing before a guest room.

’Knock, knock, knock’

Three raps on the door, bending slightly, gathering strength, spiritual thoughts swirling, the Qi Blood Smoke behind him roiling!

’Creak~’

The door opened.

A familiar face appeared before him.

"Master, long time no see."

The disciple stepped forward, gently embracing the tense, battle-ready chubby old man.

The old man felt at a loss, his muscles as hard as iron slowly softened, he reached out, lightly patting his disciple’s back.

"As long as you’re alive, it’s fine."

No excessive words, no extended greetings, and no tearful crying.

The master and disciple silently walked into the room, quietly closing the door.

Inside the room.

Hong Tianbao saw Lin Dongxi with a head full of bumps, saw the complicated expression on Chen Yuque’s face, but...

there was no sign of Niu Dali.

"Where’s your senior brother?"

The old man softly asked, glancing at the gentle young man, who shook his head:

"After the Jiangzhou catastrophe, we got separated. I and the second senior sister smuggled into the waiting area, coincidentally meeting the third senior sister..."

Zhang Fusheng said sorrowfully:

"Senior brother, he possibly....."

Hong Tianbao gently patted his shoulder.

The four sat down.

Silence prevailed for a while.

"As long as we’re alive..... It’s good enough...."

The chubby old man suddenly spoke, his voice slightly trembling, yet a radiant smile on his face, tremblingly taking out a White Bone Lotus Seed from his bosom.

He offered the lotus seed to his young disciple.

"This is a Celestial Medicine, prepared for you. Consuming it can endow a hundred years of spiritual accumulation, perhaps helping you reach the level of Minor Perfection."

The old man, with a solemn expression:

"Then, you all should leave here, leave Chongyang City, go to the farthest place, never return."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. He recognized the White Bone Lotus Seed, having eaten one that Old Shi gave.

A century of spiritual accumulation may not mean much to him, but to others?

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his master, his gaze becoming somewhat complex.

He shook his head:

"Master, we don’t plan to leave. I heard from the junior sister about some competition. I want to participate."

"Foolish!"

The chubby old man got angry:

"How long have you been on the path of cultivation? Is this something you can get involved in? Your grandmaster’s disciples are all Martial Arts Masters, your second grandmaster’s students are sinister people who plot to kill their masters. And you?"

He scolded:

"Fusheng, I know your talent, but that’s precisely why you need time to accumulate, to grow..."

As he chided, the old man suddenly felt dejected:

"After all, I can’t protect you all anymore."

"The competition is next year."

"But staying in Chongyang City, you might not survive until next year."

The sound echoed in the room, Zhang Fusheng looked at the chubby old man, gently sighing.

"Master."

He calmly said:

"My cultivation is advancing rapidly."

"I know!" The chubby old man rebuked loudly: "Yes, indeed, not long ago you reached the Five Refinements, even achieving the Giant’s Observation!"

"This speed is fast, very fast, you’re genuinely a rare prodigy!"

"But what can that do??"

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi’s expressions turned somewhat weird.

Hong Tianbao still seemed frustrated, scolding:

"Cultivation, cultivation, the biggest taboo is arrogance. Did you really think your two grandmasters’ disciples are so easy to deal with? You really....."

The chubby old man’s voice abruptly stopped.

He saw, a tangible Qi Blood Smoke rising from his young disciple,

condensing into a phantom great sun behind him.

"I am already a Martial Arts Master."

Zhang Fusheng quietly spoke:

"The spleen’s two locks have been undone, the great secrets unraveled twice."

Hong Tianbao stared blankly at that Qi Blood great sun, his words of rebuke caught in his throat.

Silent for a long while.

He spoke stiffly:

"Among your two grandmasters’ disciples, there are top masters who’ve opened five viscera positions!"

Zhang Fusheng smiled, not explaining much:

"Can you trust me this time?"

"Moreover."

He clasped his hands together, looking at the stubborn chubby old man:

"I’d like to hear about this so-called competition from you."

The old man paused silently, not answering.

He suddenly struck!

His fist aimed at Zhang Fusheng’s face, with force precisely calibrated to the level of the second viscera!

Zhang Fusheng blocked it with one hand.

’Thud!’

The muffled sound resonated in the room.

Hong Tianbao punched a second time, this time using the strength of the three viscera, even accompanied by a flash of divine light in his eyes!

’Bang!!’

The more intense roar shook the room into a frenzy, the furniture except the wooden chairs under the two suddenly tore apart, even the specially constructed walls trembled slightly!

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi retreated step by step.

Hong Tianbao’s eyes widened, breathing heavily, about to throw a third punch!

A massive hand pressed on his shoulder.

The old man, inch by inch, was pressed down into a sitting position.

"Your age isn’t that young either."

The giant, standing at one zhang six, his skin glowing with Buddha’s Golden Light, had to stoop to barely stand in the three-meter-high room.

His huge hand resting on the old man’s shoulder, the old man sat there dumbfounded.

The giant at one zhang six smiled:

"The fighting and killing, from now on, let us disciples handle it."

"It’s time for you to enjoy your twilight years."