Secret Buyer-Chapter 256 - 195: The Hunt! Bridge of Helplessness Appears!

Chapter 256: Chapter 195: The Hunt! Bridge of Helplessness Appears!

The young man’s light voice echoed in the camp, amidst a deathly silence.

Everyone stood frozen, blankly staring at the cracked Treasure Mirror on the ground,

The broken mirror surface faintly reflected a face, still not entirely clear, but the true name was already visible on it.

The Divine Sect’s Grandmaster quietly wiped his eyes and looked again.

Yes, it was indeed the three big characters Zhang Fusheng.

Some cultists cautiously, quietly moved their feet outward, while the old fisherman stared blankly at the mirror.

And the old boatman standing in front of the young man?

He was frozen in place, sweat dripping like beans, his smile stiffened, not daring to move a muscle.

In the silence and stillness.

The Divine Sect’s Grandmaster moved.

He silently stepped forward and stomped the mirror into pieces, then acted nonchalantly, laughing:

"Disperse, disperse, everyone disperse, the inspection is over, nothing was found, haha, hahaha..."

Zhang Fusheng reached out a hand, smiling, and placed it on his shoulder.

"Can you still walk?"

Sweat dripped from the Divine Sect Grandmaster’s forehead.

One second, two seconds.

He suddenly erupted, four furnace fires blossomed from the back of his head, surprisingly he was a Supreme Grandmaster!!

In a sense, except for the Spirit Realm, he and the old woman were on the same level.

But just that one or two realms of spirit difference was already so vast it couldn’t be bridged.

The Divine Sect Grandmaster’s vision dimmed abruptly, and when it cleared again, he was already on a deathly silent, decayed bridge,

He wanted to speak, but couldn’t open his mouth, he saw the river slapping the bridge, splashes landing on him, dissolving his flesh!

"Help..."

The four furnace fires all extinguished together on the Bridge of Helplessness.

He died in the Divine Realm.

And the injuries mirrored back to reality.

In the camp, under everyone’s gaze, the Supreme Grandmaster level Divine Sect Grandmaster suddenly stiffened, his face fixed in a ferocious expression of eruption,

And the next moment,

The Divine Sect Grandmaster actually began melting, melting...

The four furnace fires behind him extinguished one after another.

He melted into a puddle of mud.

"Run, run!"

The old boatman roared, turned his head wanting to escape, his whole body already drenched in sweat!

He was still in shock at the moment,

This was Zhang Fusheng.

This was truly Zhang Fusheng!

To hell with you old fisherman, you really did hide Zhang Fusheng!!!

He fled, desperately ran forward, using all means, but the moment he rushed out of the camp, his heart sensed something, and he suddenly looked up.

Up in the sky, floating was a sea of thunder without knowing when it appeared.

Lightning appeared, gradually expanding, expanding, until it filled all his vision.

It’s said, when one is about to die, the perception of time becomes very slow, so slow that even one second feels like many years in perception.

Previously, it was considered nonsense.

But now, the old boatman truly experienced it.

The lightning slowly descended, bits and pieces of his past flashed rapidly in his mind,

Memories flowed, as if he lived through his life once more from childhood to adulthood again.

The consciousness finally froze on the face of the old fisherman.

Bastard.

You really did hide Zhang Fusheng!

The lightning descended, carbonized ash scattered in the wind.

One person, then another.

The rolling thunder continued without end, until everyone brought by the old boatman turned into carbonized ash,

The camp fell into complete silence.

The cultists from various sects were sweating all over, not daring to move, staring blankly at that simple young man,

They watched as the young man’s appearance gradually changed, seeming to grow much younger, his demeanor becoming divine.

Zhang Fusheng’s original appearance.

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua exchanged a glance, suppressing the urge to call out, and quietly watched the change.

"It’s coming soon..."

Zhang Fusheng turned his head, gazing at the distant horizon.

Seemingly able to see a series of great suns, rushing towards him.

Very well.

Let’s conclude this today.

He glanced aside and instructed:

"Dear disciple, stay here well, your master will be leaving for a moment."

All eyes fell on the girl, Wei Lingzhu gulped and nodded gently:

"Yes, Master."

They saw that man who effortlessly cut down a Grandmaster, taking a step into the sky, and in another step, descending towards the manor ten miles away.

The camp was first deathly silent, and then suddenly, erupted in a frenzy!

The old fisherman panted heavily, staring at Wei Lingzhu:

"Little Lingzhu, you, you have accepted that person as your master?!"

Wei Lingzhu timidly nodded.

The old fishman’s mouth twitched:

"You said you wanted to follow the Confucian path, I was even planning to find a Grandmaster of the Ancient Saint Sect to be your teacher when we returned to Chongyang..."

He seemed a bit lost, mumbling aloud:

"This is also good, this is also good... you seem to have to call me Senior Uncle now."

Three question marks appeared on Wei Lingzhu’s forehead.

Huh?

Senior Uncle??

She was somewhat befuddled, not really understanding, subconsciously looking towards the cultists in the camp,

Only to find that the people she usually had to look up to, were now quietly watching her.

All with a sense of fear.

Is it because of Master?

Wei Lingzhu quietly thought.

Meanwhile.

Ten miles away, the manor.

Before entering the manor, Zhang Fusheng’s figure indistinctly blurred for a moment, then he strode inside.

"Who?"

Cui Wenda, who was sitting cross-legged cultivating, frowned and opened his eyes, the distant thunder he also had seen, but didn’t care too much,

It was just some ordinary thunder, at most able to kill a Martial Arts Master.

The Pantheon cultists guarding the place looked over, one walked forward to try to stop, but before stepping forward, suddenly turned stiffly in place, body rapidly turning into stone, all life ceased.

The remaining Pantheon cultists’ expressions changed drastically, but it was too late to react, their vision blurred, falling into Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Realm.

Then in the Divine Realm, in Zhang Fusheng’s imagination, they turned into stones—indeed becoming stones.

The Divine Realm mirrored back to reality.

Each cultist silently petrified, becoming lifelike statues.

Zhang Fusheng walked in front of Cui Wenda, studying this Cui Family noble with great interest.

"Who is Cui Qingyi to you?" he asked.

Cui Wenda sat cross-legged, his expression unchanged, calmly opening his mouth:

"She’s my aunt—who are you?"

He glared at the newcomer, coldly opening his mouth:

"If you retreat now, I will let bygones be bygones, as if nothing happened."

Zhang Fusheng laughed, feeling surprised in his heart:

"Where does your confidence come from? The Cui family?"

Cui Wenda smiled but did not answer;

"You have no idea, I am..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when he heard the young man interrupt:

"Or is it because of the Book of Life and Death?"

Cui Wenda’s smile froze on his face, he raised his head abruptly, staring intently at Zhang Fusheng!!

Zhang Fusheng clicked his tongue:

"It seems it is indeed the Book of Life and Death, interesting, are you the so-called Book Holder? No, no, you are qualified to become the so-called Book Holder."

He walked around Cui Wenda three times, clicking his tongue in wonder:

"To hold the Book of Life and Death... does it require some special qualities? Hmm, it should be, and since you have such confidence, is it because you can already communicate with the Book of Life and Death?"

Cui Wenda’s forehead was dripping with sweat, his lips slightly trembling, staring hard at Zhang Fusheng:

"Who on earth are you??"

"You will find out."

Zhang Fusheng’s smile faded, suddenly glancing sideways.

The next second.

The entire manor collapsed in the blink of an eye!!

Above the celestial vault, a golden ancient war chariot roared in, followed by ten brilliant shining suns, it appeared on the horizon and instantly arrived!

In the distant camp, chaos erupted, everyone was fleeing, realizing that there would be a world-shocking battle, it was not safe to stay here!

But, where to escape?

Someone remembered that terrifying scene of the day, mountains collapsing. The celestial vault swaying, a dharma aspect reaching the sky and earth...

Trying to escape now, there was simply no time to flee beyond the range of impact!

"Go to the land of exotic treasures!" someone screamed hoarsely: "That place might be safe!"

Yet someone loudly refuted:

"No, the passage to the land of exotic treasures hasn’t opened yet... Huh?"

The people suddenly realized something and looked toward that insurmountable river.

On the river surface, at some point, a vortex had appeared—this was the ’leak’.

This was the smuggling route.

Someone discerned carefully, joyfully exclaiming:

"This is the passage to the land of exotic treasures! Go, go, go!"

They swarmed towards it, but then their steps faltered.

Something was wrong.

The situation seemed off.

The vortex... why is it still expanding?

Under a series of horrifying gazes, illuminated by the ’great suns’ ten miles away on the celestial vault.

The vortex in the insurmountable river had already expanded to an unimaginable extent, reaching the riverbank!

More astonishing events occurred.

The riverbank... collapsed into the vortex.

The vortex continued to expand, even beyond the insurmountable river, engulfing the land, then the camp, then the mountains!

It seemed like this passage, this vortex, or rather, as if the land of exotic treasures,

this mysterious place with the South Celestial Gate and exotic soil everywhere, was slowly, gradually devouring here!

Devouring this bubble, this little world!

People wanted to escape.

But it was already too late, the speed at which the vortex expanded was far too fast!

People were swept into it.

This scene was not perceived ten miles away; above the celestial vault, the old woman sat on the golden ancient war chariot, a line of Grandmasters standing behind her.

"Zhang Fusheng."

The old woman stroked the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, speaking coldly:

"Where are you planning to escape this time? Still thinking of taking Cui Wenda as a hostage?"

Zhang Fusheng?

Cui Wenda glanced at this young man, feeling the name sounded somewhat familiar.

Not just from hearing cultists mention it.

It seemed his aunt also mentioned it not long ago.

Zhang Fusheng stood beside Cui Wenda, grinning:

"I didn’t mean it that way; judging by your posture, you’ve got me trapped today?"

The old woman remained calm, did not answer, simply shook her head:

"This farce is nearly over, the Twin Cities Heaven and Earth have been sealed off too long...."

She sighed softly and then spoke:

"If you surrender now, there can still be a turnaround; I don’t intend to kill you, I want you to join the Divine Sect."

Zhang Fusheng was locked on by terrifying auras, yet his expression did not change:

"Kill me? How are you going to kill me?"

The old woman smiled, standing up from the golden ancient war chariot:

"You have many secrets but no matter, as long as I take hold of your corpse and residual soul, with my Divine Sect’s power, I can still obtain your secrets."

"Since you’re incorrigible..."

"Then let dust return to dust, soil return to soil."

This time, the old woman used all her strength, daring not to be careless, like a lion fighting a rabbit!

She stomped on the ancient war chariot, which roared, transferring the power of heaven and earth, the earth tearing apart and rising into the air in large pieces,

those shattered rock layers behind her, merging with the power of heaven and earth, further supported by the Dharma Aspect!

A Dharma Aspect three thousand meters tall, draped in rock layers, emerged.

The Dharma Aspect bowed its head, the wind and clouds shifting.

"Return,"

The old woman sighed softly, holding the supreme treasure in her hands, but then she heard Zhang Fusheng ask:

"Is that..... the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book?"

The old woman was stunned for a moment:

"That’s quite insightful."

She stroked the supreme treasure with her palm, the Dharma Aspect glaring, borrowing the force of the supreme treasure.

The killing aura of the Dharma Aspect erupted, after being soaked by the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, it rained down like arrows!

Standing next to Cui Wenda, Zhang Fusheng felt an irresistible terrifying force descending.

He was pierced by the killing aura, shattered, all vitality simultaneously dissipated,

the furnace fire of his flesh behind his head and the blood furnace fire extinguished with it, his body began to collapse, beginning an irrevocable death!

He died.

Or rather, it died.

The flesh dissipated, revealing, however, a grim skeleton, a grim skeleton at the level of a Grandmaster.

Zhang Fusheng was never here.

On the golden ancient war chariot, the old woman was first stunned, then her scalp tingled, suddenly looking around!

The world was silent.

She was standing on a decaying bridge.

The Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book in her hands, she didn’t know when it disappeared.

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