Secret Buyer-Chapter 306 - 233: True Blood of Immortal Gods, Kunlun Yuxu

Chapter 306: Chapter 233: True Blood of Immortal Gods, Kunlun Yuxu

In the alley.

A monk in white knelt on one knee on the ground, gasping heavily, his body resembling a fragile porcelain, covered in cracks.

He looked fervently at the descending phantom of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven,

saw the great deity open its eyes,

heard it issue a commanding shout, saw a pitch-black spear flash by!

Then.

Nothing happened.

The pitch-black spear pierced through the void, just before reaching Director Zhang, the moment it crossed the line on the ground,

it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that the line they had drawn was truly insurmountable.

"Misunderstanding!!"

Thunderous roars exploded over Chongyang City, the phantom of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven let out a roar, and then the next second, it shattered with a crash!

The monk in white was bewildered, frantically trying to communicate with the Great Black Heaven, but received no response at all,

He exerted all his strength to construct an altar in the Divine Realm, but could only vaguely see the figure of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven.

It seemed to be fiercely battling with someone in the Different Dimension, the scene of a sky overturned and rain of divine blood was faintly visible.

The monk in white was lost and confused.

A monk beside him, clad in Living Human Treasure Armor, was also bewildered—he too worshipped the Great Black Heaven, had just tried to seek an audience in the Divine Realm, and the result?

The Great Black Heaven did not respond,

and he only saw a gigantic ancient tome smash into the forehead of the great deity,

watched the great deity battling a terrifying figure, shouting ’misunderstanding’.

The two monks returned to consciousness, back to the alley.

The Vajra Pestle had already shattered all over the ground, and the phantom of the Great Black Heaven naturally disappeared—its true body was engaging in a fierce battle in the Different Dimension!

Even the believers couldn’t care to respond or acknowledge....

"Divine... Divine battle?"

The monk in white spat out a large mouthful of treasure blood, his expression confused, looking with horror at that elegant young man.

The Great Black Heaven had merely attacked him, throwing a divine spear, and then.....

Then, it triggered a divine battle.

Was it that World Venerate?

In the silence, Lin Dongxi was entirely baffled, having no idea what had occurred,

Zhang Fusheng stood calmly behind the ’insurmountable’ line, and said indifferently:

"Do the two of you wish to cross this line?"

The monk in Treasure Armor helped up the monk in white, remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:

"Tomorrow, the two of us will visit to apologize."

"Today’s events will also not spread to the outside world, it will remain unknown to others..."

Zhang Fusheng just nodded slightly, and the two monks turned and left without any hesitation.

The alley returned to its deathly silence, only the shattered Vajra Pestle on the ground evidenced that everything just now was not an illusion.

It was resolved.

Zhang Fusheng relaxed, a faint smile appearing on his face,

though he did not know exactly what had happened in the Different Dimension,

he knew that the Ancestor of Land Immortals would likely be occupied for a while.

Most importantly,

the most devout believer died at the hands of the Great Black Heaven, preventing any connection to himself being made by the Ancestor of Land Immortals,

thus...

Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids, he could use this chessboard to locate the remaining ninety-nine less pious believers,

and then quietly take over them.

By that time, when and where the Ancestor of Land Immortals may descend would all be up to him.

Thus—

No more crisis.

At least in the short term, he could live in peace for a while, without worrying about the Ancestor of Land Immortals.

Just as Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts were whirling,

the Little Child hugged his leg tightly and burst into tears.

"What are you doing??"

Zhang Fusheng was startled, completely baffled, as he heard Lin Dongxi wail:

"Little Junior Brother, sob sob, I shouldn’t have thought of you that way before....."

She held onto Zhang Fusheng’s leg, wiping away her tears:

"You were actually willing to confront the Six-armed Great Black Heaven for my sake..."

Three question marks popped up on Zhang Fusheng’s forehead.

He immediately realized what had happened, knowing this little senior sister likely misunderstood something...

Oh well, he thought.

Lightly patting the Little Child’s head, Zhang Fusheng sighed gently and said:

"After all, you are my senior sister."

The Little Child’s eyes got redder, she was dazed, then nodded vigorously.

......

In the evening.

"Eat more, child, you’re so skinny from hunger..."

Zhou Guifang looked heartbroken as she placed a large piece of chicken leg meat on her son’s plate, while Zhang Wentao, beside her, twitched his mouth and said:

"Is he still going to be hungry now??"

As he spoke, Old Zhang reached his chopsticks to snatch the last piece of chicken leg meat from the bowl, but Zhou Guifang smacked his hand away with a chopstick, making him retract it with a yelp.

"Competing with your son for meat?"

His mother glared:

"And what about martial artists? Just because they’re martial artists, it doesn’t mean they won’t be hungry? I see Old Chen’s kid down the street is also a martial artist, doesn’t he still have to eat a load of meat every day??"

Zhang Wentao lamented:

"Guifang, not all cultivators are called martial artists. Never mind Old Chen’s kid, you ask Old Chen if he can take on Fusheng or not..."

Zhou Guifang replied righteously:

"What’s the use of beating him? All I know is that everyone has to eat, it’s all over the internet that the more you train in martial arts, the more and better you have to eat!"

Zhang Wentao winced, but when he met Zhou Guifang’s eyes, he shrunk his neck and dared not say any more.

Zhang Fusheng ate as he chuckled.

It’s nice.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks after a while:

"Dad, Mom, I’m full."

"Just that bit? Old Chen’s kid can eat over ten pounds of meat in one sitting!"

Zhou Guifang nagged:

"Fusheng, even though Mom knows you’re impressive now, you still have to eat, being able to eat is a blessing..."

"Yes, yes, don’t worry, Mom, I’m not going to starve myself," Zhang Fusheng replied cheerfully,

Old Zhang, beside him, asked:

"Son, how long will you be staying this time? I heard from Old Chen that Chongyang hasn’t been very peaceful lately?"

Old Chen, also living in the villa district, was a wealthy merchant with a good relationship with the couple. They often chatted when they met on the road,

but he wasn’t aware that the son of the elderly couple was that Director Zhang.

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"What’s so troubling? Everything’s fine... This time I should be staying home for a while, not running around outside."

Only then did the couple feel slightly relieved.

His mother continued to nag, recounting various bits of gossip heard from neighbors, and Zhang Fusheng responded to each one.

In the evening,

he watched TV with his parents, and only after they both fell asleep did Zhang Fusheng stretch. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Slowly, I need to pull myself out of the whirlpool."

He quietly pondered; now that the High Heaven Association’s influence was rapidly spreading,

but the ’quality’ of new members joining wasn’t very high.

"I need to set some thresholds; at least Grandmaster level should be the minimum to join."

Zhang Fusheng squinted slightly; the Contract needed star beast meat to speed up cooling,

but the effect of a single star beast meat was diminishing...

This already foretold that there would eventually be no star beast meat available.

Fortunately, it seemed that this day was still far off.

"Speaking of which, the Contract seems to be drawing mysterious materials from the star beast meat for... supplementation?"

"If one day the supplementation is complete, what would happen then?"

"Would there be no ’cool down’ in transactions?"

Shaking his head, he began organizing the information he had recently acquired.

During the day in the alley, the monk murmured something about the divine war—most likely the Ancestor of Land Immortals fought the Six-armed Great Black Heaven in a Different Dimension.

Though he wasn’t certain, what realms were these two deities in?

"The pinnacle of the Six Realms of the Human Path is the Celestial Human, above which lies the Divine Spirit Domain."

"Currently known, the first realm of Divine Spirits is called Venerate, like the elders of various sects, while the second realm is called Great Power..."

His thoughts were turning rapidly, deciding to ask thoroughly once he could communicate with that future Ancient Saint.

"Over on Li Yiyi’s side, it involves [Li Shimin], most likely a backup plan left by this Ancient Tang Dynasty Saint, and perhaps even related to Emperor Ziwei."

In the past life folklore, there was indeed a saying that Li Shimin was an incarnation of Emperor Ziwei,

and another saying that the younger brother of this Great Tang Saint, Li Yuanba, was the reincarnation of the Golden-winged Roc.

Zhang Fusheng squinted slightly, Miss Mingyue was also a backup left by Zhen Yuanzi,

and according to Li Yiyi on the plane, the world seemed to be reviving. Could it mean that the backup plans of ancient Immortals and Buddhas were also gradually surfacing?

Then... what about himself?

"Could I be Taiqing’s backup plan?"

Zhang Fusheng was a bit dazed. The higher his cultivation, the deeper his understanding of the Dao of Cause and Effect, the less he believed in so-called coincidences and luck.

The Contract book couldn’t have just appeared in his ancestral acupoint out of nowhere.

"Does the world of great competition mean that the backup plans of ancient Immortals and Buddhas are now emerging, competing in another form?"

"Where are the ancient Immortals and Buddhas now?"

Such questions rendered him perplexed.

"Well, better focus on the present—the arrival of people from the Capital, the independence of the Golden Province, and... the upcoming February 9th."

"Not much time left."

Zhang Fusheng gathered his thoughts, determined to stay behind the scenes, deciding to hand over the Director General position the next day.

He needed to find a representative for himself.

"The affairs on the surface can be handled by my representative, while secret matters are left for the Plague Ghost and Grim Skeletons to clear."

"Though both are competitions, stepping into the fray as a pawn and controlling the board from behind the curtain are two completely different concepts."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and gently stroked,

an ominous red chessboard appeared in his hand, while his eyes began to shimmer with stars,

allowing him to perceive the locations of the other ninety-nine chessboards through the cause and effect on the board.

"A replica of the Heaven and Earth Chessboard... what is the real Heaven and Earth Chessboard in the Five Mansions Temple used for?"

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts shifted as he entered the Divine Realm.

Everything within the Divine Realm was in order, from the Luofeng Mountain in the north, to the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerable’s statue and the Bridge of Helplessness in the center,

as well as the dazzling "Pure Land" and the World Venerate’s statue in the west...

Walking into the Five Mansions Temple, Zhang Fusheng’s footsteps paused.

Before the meditation mat, drops of extremely brilliant divine blood rolled, bursting with dazzling Immortal Light.

"The blood of the Ancestor of Land Immortals?"

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes lit up as he looked around, but did not see the Local Scripture,

immediately using the power of Touching the Void, cautiously touching the Immortal Blood.

The vast ocean of terrifying energy beyond imagination almost overwhelmed Zhang Fusheng!!

"This is just one drop of Divine Spirit’s blood..."

His expression turned serious, and after a moment of thought, he made a decision, immediately exiting the Divine Realm, tapping rhythmically with his fingers in the air.

"Young Master Zhang?" A weary voice sounded in his ear.

"Miss Ming Yue, it’s me. I want to inquire about two things. The first is..."

Zhang Fusheng described the divine blood.

Miss Ming Yue pondered for a moment, her voice resonating from among the stars.

"These bloods are extraordinary and will indeed greatly benefit you. I will teach you a secret technique that allows you to use this blood to enlighten the Grotto Heaven."

"Then, your Grotto Heaven will far exceed that of ordinary beings of the same realm."

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes glowed as he continued to ask:

"The other matter, regarding a dark red chessboard in the Five Mansions Temple that seems to be called the Heaven and Earth Chessboard, do you know of it, Miss Ming Yue?"

After a long pause,

Miss Ming Yue’s voice came over.

"I know it naturally."

"My master was often invited by a Supreme one to listen to the Dao, play chess, and drink tea."

"That chessboard was a gift from that Supreme one. My master frequently played against them on this board, and with this item, one can directly enter that being’s Taoist Palace."

Zhang Fusheng’s expression turned serious, carefully asking:

"Miss Ming Yue, who is this Supreme one?"

"He is the Master of Kunlun Yuxu, the Primordial Celestial Venerable—not the pseudo-god worshipped by the Eastern and Western Sects."

"But the true Primordial Celestial Venerate of Fuli."

In his ear, Miss Ming Yue’s voice quietly echoed, as Zhang Fusheng’s pupils contracted to needlepoints.

The Heaven and Earth Chessboard.

With it, one can enter the Taoist Palace of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, which is none other than the Jade Void Palace?!

The five Chapters of the Primordial Scripture, even with only the Taiyi Chapter, have already benefited me immensely. What if I could acquire the complete Ancient Scripture?

"Jade Void Palace..."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, finally asking:

"The chessboard is placed in the Five Mansions Temple, and even though I have the power of Touching Void, I cannot move it an inch... Miss Ming Yue, do you have any advice?"

Silence. Silence.

Time passed bit by bit, and Miss Ming Yue did not answer, seemingly pondering, contemplating, remembering. Zhang Fusheng’s heart gradually rose with anticipation.

Much time passed.

Finally, a weary and elegant voice echoed in his ear.

"Yes."