Secret Buyer-Chapter 262 - 200: Please! Divine Descent of the Nine Nether God!

Chapter 262: Chapter 200: Please! Divine Descent of the Nine Nether God!

Outside the ten bubbles which had already turned into nothingness.

"What exactly is that vortex?"

There was an Innate Realm from the Golden University, looking solemn. Here stood figures, all top-tier experts at the Innate Level,

but most of their forms were unclear, obviously not wanting to reveal their true identities.

Those who dared to show themselves were only the four Deputy Directors of the Investigation Bureau and himself, the Principal of the Golden University.

The Principal, looking like an old scholar, adjusted his decorative glasses, glanced at the hazy figures, and suddenly said:

"Quite a few cultists among them, I suppose? Four of you, not making a move?"

Four gazes locked onto the old scholar with an intent of devouring him alive.

Lin Yusheng’s mouth twitched, even a fool would know these are Divine Favor Envoys from various sects, but you don’t have to point it out!!

If a fight really breaks out...

He glanced around.

Hmm.

There are ten or so blurry Innate Realm figures.

We have four on our side.

Though the Federation’s principle is to kill cultists on sight, but...

But these are not cultists!

Lin Yusheng thought with righteous indignation.

Another Deputy Director coughed and said without turning his eyes:

"The old Principal must be joking. How can there be so many cultists under the Federation’s rule? Especially under the leadership of the Governor and the Director in the Golden Province."

"These, of course, are not cultists. If others wish to remain anonymous, why provoke them, old Principal?"

Those ten or so hostile gazes finally withdrew regretfully.

After all, they came from different sects, not united in heart.

Before the Investigation Bureau takes the initiative, cooperation for a siege is impossible... all fear backstabbing.

Lin Yusheng rubbed his brow and said in a deep voice:

"The urgent task is to figure out what exactly these vortices are."

He tentatively inserted his Divine Thought into them, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, not a trace of echo, his expression turned solemn.

The other Innate Realms also tried, becoming similarly grave.

A certain distorted face among the Innate Realms spoke:

"The instant my thought entered, it was severed, but in that brief moment, I sensed a very dangerous aura, perhaps we need a Celestial Human, or even stronger, to investigate?"

They looked towards the four Deputy Directors.

Lin Yusheng shook his head calmly:

"The Director is busy with other matters and can’t come, and as for the Governor? His Excellency has to hold the God of Plague at bay, unable to spare any time."

The ten or so Innate figures from various sects exchanged glances, their eyes flickering, having an idea in mind.

The only Divine Spirit-level figure in the province is the Governor.

And now, the Governor cannot extract himself, so the Celestial Human is the strongest, Chongyang over there can safely contend.

"What about the one from the Institute?"

Someone suddenly asked:

"The Dean, Old Master, is also a Celestial Human and is rumored to be a disciple of the Capital’s General Institute’s Dean?"

The four Deputy Directors shrugged, Lin Yusheng shook his head:

"Who dares to inquire about Old Master’s affairs? He always keeps his whereabouts a mystery, perhaps conducting experiments, or maybe in some subordinate city?"

As he spoke, he retreated slightly, protecting the other three Deputy Directors in front of him,

in case a real conflict erupts, they can be the first to withdraw.

Meanwhile.

A large number of Aerospace Ships have already arrived, almost half of the Headquarter’s strength is present.

Yet neither the four Deputy Directors nor the ten or so mysterious Innate Realms made any move, all quietly gazing at the vortex.

The scene fell into a peculiar balance.

With neither the Governor nor the Director General able to disengage, the Investigation Bureau and cultists could actually ’peacefully coexist’ for a moment—of course,

the four Deputy Directors would never identify those Innates as cultists.

"Send an Aerospace Ship inside to take a look?" someone proposed.

Lin Yusheng contemplated for a moment, nodded, and an Aerospace Ship slowly entered the vortex, then—

no sound or breath.

Just like their Divine Thoughts entering it, all contact was completely severed.

Whether alive or dead remains unknown.

"What a bother..." The old scholar adjusted his glasses and said to Shen Baobao beside him: "You should go back and handle the school’s affairs."

"I thought this might be a chance, perhaps to help you break into the Innate, but now it seems unlikely."

"Yes, teacher." Shen Baobao saluted, glanced at the figures like bright suns, and quietly left.

However, shortly after leaving, nearing the flight path to the waiting area.

Shen Baobao saw chaotic fog appearing before her, flowing and converging into a familiar figure.

"True Man!"

She was startled, hastily saluting:

"Why have you come?"

The True Man slowly solidified, slowly opened his eyes.

He scanned around, the place was not inside any bubble, but in the pathway connecting the bubbles,

appearing to be in normal heaven and earth, but in reality, once leaving the path’s range, it would immediately fall into an insurmountable river.

The so-called pathway.

Was just a channel dependent on the insurmountable river, connecting independent cities together.

The True Man spoke gently:

"An acquaintance wants to make a trade with you."

Shen Baobao saluted, respectfully asked:

"May I ask the True Man, what is the trade about?"

The True Man gently conveyed:

"The acquaintance wishes to exchange three hundred years of spiritual past for three hundred years of cultivation."

Shen Baobao’s expression tightened, then she bitterly smiled:

"But True Man, I’m not even a hundred yet, where do I have three hundred years of cultivation? Isn’t this..."

The True Man just smiled.

Shen Baobao was startled, then suddenly realized:

"I understand, you mean the Golden University?"

Zhang Fusheng nodded.

He brought Shen Baobao to High Heaven not only because she is from the Confucian Ancient Saint Sect,

but also because of the Golden University.

This indicates that Shen Baobao, to some extent, possesses an extremely rich ’resource’.

Cultivation, Spiritual Cultivation, Technique Cultivation...

The best university in the entire province.

Shen Baobao hesitated a bit, cautiously said:

"I’ve been generous at Golden University, they all owe me returns—but I need time."

She paused and explained:

"After all, I need to distribute this three hundred years of cultivation across at least three hundred students, and I can’t appear in person."

"How long will it take?" the True Man calmly asked.

"One day."

Shen Baobao gave the answer.

"Good." The True Man nodded, and slowly disappeared, leaving a sentence behind.

"I will convey it to that acquaintance."

Shen Baobao, practicing decorum, immediately utilized her privilege, ignoring the three-day waiting restriction in the waiting area, and hurried back to Golden City without a moment’s delay.

"Dongyan."

She sought out Kong Dongyan at once, her smile radiant:

"How does your senior sister usually treat you?"

Kong Dongyan felt a chill in his heart, and replied somewhat bitterly:

"Naturally... as kind as a mountain."

"Good, it’s time for you to repay the favor."

Shen Baobao’s light voice echoed:

"I want you to personally appear, in your name, to find three hundred people. They can be students or those who owe you a favor."

"Then, also in your name, purchase at least three hundred years of cultivation time—the cost will be covered by me."

"The school’s resource allocation, priority in training rooms, etc., can all be used. Once everything is done, you submit a report, and I’ll issue a permit."

Kong Dongyan was initially confused, buying cultivation time?

Then he suddenly realized.

"You... you joined the legendary High Heaven Association?"

Shen Baobao’s face displayed a meaningful smile:

"Consider it so. After today, you might as well consider yourself a member too."

Kong Dongyan left with immense joy and made a salute before leaving.

After he left.

"High Heaven Association..." Shen Baobao pondered these three words, shaking her head slightly.

No, not just the High Heaven Association.

She aspired to go even higher—above High Heaven.

......

The land of exotic treasures.

Through the High Heaven Order, Zhang Fusheng, who had witnessed the entire conversation between Shen Baobao and Kong Dongyan, exhaled a turbid breath.

As expected.

A faint smile appeared on his face, as Shen Baobao, a dean at Golden University who inherently commanded vast resources,

could easily engage in ’trade’ with students.

The risks were borne by her, while the benefits were obtained by him.

However.....

It was foreseeable that after this door was opened, in the days to come, Shen Baobao would likely leverage her resources to acquire vast amounts of goods within Golden University,

potentially forming a massive interest group.

Surpassing any seat above High Heaven.

Now, what he needed to do.

Was to wait.

Waiting for Shen Baobao to gather enough cultivation time—the land of exotic treasures was already akin to a new little world, with different heaven and earth’s qi mechanisms.

In other words.

He could ignite the final flame here.

"Innate Realm..."

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, with the slightly bewildered Wei Lingzhu accompanying him, boarding the Golden Ancient War Chariot, which soared into the celestial vault.

He saw an aerospace ship entering from outside the vortex, casually suppressing it on the earth below.

Under the watchful gazes of tens of millions of eyes.

Zhang Fusheng sat on the golden ancient war chariot, with the timidly standing Wei Lingzhu beside him, his voice as loud as a bell echoing through ten directions.

"Calm down."

The tens of millions on the vast earth.

Truly calmed down.

Even infants and children stopped their crying spontaneously.

They were all from subordinate cities, all from small towns, except for a few cultists and the suppressed aerospace ship,

the strongest among them was only a Martial Arts Master.

For these people, that golden sun hanging in the dim firmament was akin to a god.

Sitting on the ancient war chariot, Zhang Fusheng surveyed, and in just a few hours, thousands had already died here,

either through fighting, or during desperate attempts to save patients in hospitals,

and the corpses of the deceased had all without exception become desiccated—they had their essence, qi, and spirit absorbed by that peach tree.

He closed his eyes.

"If I were an evil person... quietly killing off these tens of millions, turning them into residual souls in my Divine Realm, would probably be the most logical action."

"Tens of millions of residual souls..."

Zhang Fusheng dismissed this horrifying thought, among these people, there were women and children.

For a long time.

Under the gaze of reverent eyes.

He spoke again, his voice resounding like a grand bell:

"This place is perilous, once you have entered, there is no way out."

Numerous people were in an uproar, but with the word ’calm’ descending from the golden sun, they fell silent again.

The young man, like a celestial god, sitting on the ’sun’, continued to speak:

"But I believe everyone wants to survive."

"However, this place has neither food nor water, if you wish to survive by stealth, or even develop this into a new settlement..."

"There is only one way."

His deep voice echoed, as his divine thought quietly scoured, carefully identifying each cultist.

Then.

Killed them all.

Among the tens of millions, the few hundreds or thousands of cultists died silently, without causing even the slightest ripple.

Except for Uncle Yu and Aunt Li.

In this land of exotic treasures, there was no longer any cultist.

At least, those perceived by Zhang Fusheng were all dead.

"That method is simple as well."

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"Worship the God."

The two simple words disseminated in the land of exotic treasures, indicating that the celestial human, whose whereabouts were unknown, was probably truly asleep and still not showing up,

and at this moment, all were looking at each other in dismay.

Worship the God?

Which god?

Someone, mustering courage, asked the golden sun:

"Can the God grant medicine?"

He reached out, holding up a child in high fever and now unconscious.

Above the sun.

The young man closed his eyes, seemingly inquiring.

After a moment.

He spoke:

"The God says, it can be done."

Then nourishing rain descended from the sky, invigorating both body and spirit.

"Please!"

Zhang Fusheng solemnly declared:

"Please! Nine Nether God descend!"

The earth began to tremble.