Secret Buyer-Chapter 36: Werewolf Game (3k)

"Little Junior Brother, up so early?"

As she finished packing 100 grams of Iron-Horned Giant Rhino meat, Chen Yuque’s crisp voice came through.

"Wow, that’s a lot. Did you clear out the canteen’s stock? Must be worth a million, right?"

Zhang Fusheng replied shyly:

"Yes, Senior Sister. I just really like eating Star Beast meat; it mainly helps speed up my cultivation process."

Chen Yuque didn’t mind, she smiled and said:

"The Third Junior Sister will be upset when she finds out, she’s fond of it too."

The two chatted casually, carrying a large tray of breakfast, and headed up to the fourth floor shoulder to shoulder.

The Senior Brother had already emerged from the meditation room by then, shirtless, with thick white bandages wrapped diagonally from his left shoulder to the lower right abdomen, stained with spots of blood.

Beside him stood Junior Sister Lin Dongxi, who had a congenital developmental issue. She was nineteen years old but had the face of a six or seven-year-old child and was only about 1.2 meters tall...

She was glaring sideways at Zhang Fusheng, evidently still holding a grudge over the events of that night.

"Senior Brother, Junior Sister," Zhang Fusheng greeted with a smile, glancing over them with his gaze, eventually settling on Chen Yuque,

His smile was gentle, eyes slightly lowered, masking the faint gleam in his eyes.

It was a simple logic.

Since only Master and the three Senior Brothers and Sisters knew about the Spring Thunder Technique, and Master naturally wouldn’t go through such lengths to try to kill me,

it had to be one of the three Senior Brothers and Sisters.

But which one?

Was it the Senior Brother who went to the Eighth District to investigate, ’just happened’ to encounter an explosion, and conveniently killed the ’mastermind’?

Or was it the Second Senior Sister, who bore an irredeemable grudge against Chen Nuanyu, yet seemed indifferent, transferring her accounts to me?

Or perhaps this righteous little brat staring at me, who was the most favored by Master before I arrived?

Uncertain.

Yet somehow, Zhang Fusheng felt a bit excited, as though narrowly escaping bullets and death yesterday brought an inexplicable thrill.

As for the tasks assigned to the so-called ’mastermind’ by all the Senior Brothers and Sisters, Zhang Fusheng dismissed it as an attempt to confuse.

He trusted his intuition from the Contemplation Technique’s Minor Perfection, believing that the ’wolf’ was among the Senior Brothers and Sisters.

At least one wolf, but possibly... all three are wolves.

"Eat breakfast." The Second Senior Sister placed breakfast on the small table, and the four sat around it on the floor.

The breakfast was rather sumptuous—four bowls of vegetable porridge and eight dishes of various small side dishes, half meat and half vegetarian.

Chen Yuque picked a piece of braised beef and placed it in Zhang Fusheng’s bowl, smiling:

"Before Master left, he told us to take good care of the Little Junior Brother. He’s just joined us and suffered an unexpected disaster; he must be quite shaken."

Senior Brother slurped his porridge and spoke with a straightforward air:

"The first time I saw Little Junior Brother, I thought he was a fool like I was back then, sitting stubbornly in the front row. I didn’t expect him to be so naturally gifted, even compared to our eccentric Third Junior Sister."

Little Child rolled her eyes:

"We’re eating, don’t mention it."

She grumbled while shoveling food.

The little girl’s congenital illness meant her body age didn’t match her true age, though her mental age was more mature, it wasn’t up to 19-year-old standards. Being suddenly outshone, she was naturally displeased.

Zhang Fusheng pondered; the Third Senior Sister showed her emotions clearly, not seeming like one who would strike from the shadows, but he couldn’t be sure.

What if her current demeanor was just an act?

He took a sip of porridge and heard Senior Brother ask:

"Master has left, not sure for how long. He said he was going to the Investigation Bureau. Little Junior Brother, did you encounter anyone from the Investigation Bureau yesterday?"

The Investigation Bureau was only established in large cities.

"Yes."

Zhang Fusheng nodded:

"The Vanguard Team from the Investigation Bureau, led by a former student of Master."

Senior Brother nodded naively:

"I guess it’s about the Taoism issue. Recently, the Western Sect’s followers have been quite active, frequently contacting Chai Gate."

He paused and sighed:"

"I advised Master not to get involved with Chai Gate for now, to avoid provoking the Western Sect’s retaliation. Master didn’t listen; he wanted to secure resources for Little Junior Brother and settle some past grudges. But oddly, he didn’t attract the Western Sect but drew the Eastern Sect instead."

Zhang Fusheng’s heart skipped a beat. Chai Gate, related to Taoism’s Western Sect?

Master characterized the Western Sect as unprincipled and evil, Zhong Mountain also referred to it as a genuine evil cult.

Chen Yuque put down her chopsticks, raising an eyebrow:

"Are you sure it’s the Eastern Sect?"

"For sure, definitely."

Senior Brother nodded calmly:

"Interestingly, there used to be a high-ranking individual in the Eastern Sect, named Huang Qiuxian, who held a grudge against Master. He’s likely still hiding in Jiangzhou, and I suspect, he’s the mastermind behind the attack."

He paused again with regret:

"Unfortunately, Master forbids us from investigating Huang Qiuxian... Of course, we probably wouldn’t find anything; he should have changed his appearance and name long ago."

Zhang Fusheng silently drank his porridge.

What is this?

A case of not seeing the danger under the light?

Old Huang hadn’t even changed his name, teaching boxing openly in the Seventh District!

Because of this, the attack likely has nothing to do with the Eastern Sect; the person Senior Brother killed was probably a red herring.

He silently observed the three Senior Brothers and Sisters. Of course, he wouldn’t reveal any information about Huang Qiuxian.

"Little Junior Brother."

Niu Dali finished his last mouthful of porridge, wiped his mouth with his hand, and spoke earnestly:

"When Master returns in a few days, you should advise him, don’t get involved with Chai Gate. If we provoke the Western Sect’s wrath, neither we nor Master can withstand it."

He took a deep breath and declared solemnly:

"As for the resource issue for Little Junior Brother, I can allocate one-third from my ’hotel’ business."

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback:

"Hotel business?"

Chen Yuque covered her mouth, laughing as she explained:

"When he says hotel, it’s actually like the No. 19 Bar, they take any kind of job. But in terms of assassins and killers, it’s on a much larger scale than No. 19... Since Senior Brother has spoken, as a Senior Sister, I must follow suit."

She lowered her head, her wine-red hair falling, obscuring the expression in her eyes, her tone carrying a lazy air:

"I’ll also take one-third of my ’Money Shop’ business for Little Junior Brother."

As she spoke, both she and the honest Niu Dali looked together towards Little Child.

The latter was wary:

"Why are you looking at me! I already have the least! You want me to give some to this big freak?!"

Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister smiled.

For a moment.

Little Child deflated, angrily poking the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks, mumbling:

"I’m also a Senior Sister, if I have to give, I’ll give! I’ll share a third of ’my trade company’ with the little freak."

Zhang Fusheng accepted it all with pleasure, thanked happily, and then curiously asked:

"I understand the hotel and the money shop, but what is a trade company?"

"Smuggling, arms." Second Senior Sister explained on behalf of Little Child.

Zhang Fusheng had a sudden realization.

"When you have time, Junior Brother, you can go and inspect the three parts. The hotel is in the Ninth District, and the money shop and trade company are in the Fourth District."

With that, Senior Brother calmly got up:

"Still have to deal with some affairs, and I also need to carry out Master’s rules at No. 19 Bar. I’ll go busy myself first, you can eat slowly."

Second Senior Sister also got up:

"I have to go collect debts too!"

The two then left each in their own direction.

At the small low table, only Zhang Fusheng and Little Child were left, staring at each other.

The latter pouted, making sad humming noises, clearly calculating the gains and losses extensively, yet with a cute porcelain doll-like appearance that was not annoying, instead extremely adorable.

Unable to resist, Zhang Fusheng extended a hand and pinched Little Child’s face:

"Don’t be mad, Little Senior Sister. Actually, I can make balloon animals, want me to make you one? A dog, butterfly, or banana?"

"You think you can just tease me like a child!"

Little Child was furious, but then suspiciously hesitated:

"You really can? Show me a butterfly?"

Zhang Fusheng was shocked:

"You really want one?"

He pondered for a moment, took out some of always-prepared small balloons from his pocket, inhaled, blew, and then tied them up.

He handed the long balloon to Little Child.

Lin Dongxi was confused:

"Isn’t this supposed to be a butterfly?"

"Yes, it’s a caterpillar. Just let it sit for a few months, and it’ll turn into a butterfly."

"..."

’Bang!’

Little Child turned into Little Red Child, bursting the balloon and threw a punch, the wind whistling; the low wooden table shattered, leftovers flying everywhere.

"Damn, she really hit for real!" Zhang Fusheng fled, covering his head.

......

Three days passed without incident.

During those three days, Zhang Fusheng left the Martial Arts Dojo several times each day, but each time he went out, he felt an eerie ’sense of being watched.’

Someone was watching him.

But the problem was, he could only sense someone was watching him, but couldn’t pinpoint where the surveillance was coming from, or from which direction.

It seemed the location of the watcher was beyond the limits that a Minor Perfection level spiritual will could perceive,

In such a situation, Zhang Fusheng dared not venture out rashly; what if a few Great Martial Artists jumped out to kill him?

He was uncertain if the Spirit Divine Realm could restrain Great Martial Artists.

The main issue was, within his Divine Realm, he only nurtured one true soul, unable to cause ’real harm’ to anyone within the realm.

Even if the Divine Realm could trap Great Martial Artists, it could only trap them.

However, he wasn’t idle, delving into the mysteries of the Five Thunders Technique and Divine Realm over and over again, yet successfully gaining nothing,

Instead, he was on the verge of unlocking the threshold of the third form of form and spirit among the Eight Forms — the Giant Form.

"Of sixty years of contemplation time, for the Eight Forms I haven’t truly practiced them, it’s a natural insight... Minor Perfection level of White Bone Observation at least corresponds to the sixth form or even the seventh form of form and spirit."

Zhang Fusheng mumbled to himself:

"No wonder my learning speed is so fast."

The Life Light Phase can slowly transform into Dead Man’s Bone, unfortunately, this time doesn’t count towards ’contemplation time,’ otherwise, in sixty years of contemplation, he would have already possessed Dead Man’s Bone.

The New Death Appearance resembles the newly deceased, with no energy, sound, completely like a real dead object, almost undetectable;

As for the Third Form, which is soon to be mastered, ’Giant Form,’ its uses are still unknown, but according to the Great Sun Scripture, it’s a form and spirit used for killing and fighting.

On the fourth day, July 5.

"Junior Brother, it’s your duty day today, you’re in charge of matters in the Martial Arts Dojo."

After Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister successively left, Little Child also unexpectedly wanted to leave the Martial Arts Dojo.

"Today’s contemplation class is all yours!" Little Child stood on the table, forcefully patting Zhang Fusheng’s shoulder.

"Sure, sure." Zhang Fusheng smiled.

After watching Little Senior Sister leave as well, he turned around and walked into the equipment room on the second floor — where the surveillance room is also located.

"Turn off all the surveillance, let the odd-job workers and students go back to their dorms, don’t listen, don’t see, don’t ask."

"This... Yes, Senior Brother Zhang."

The Martial Arts Dojo quickly quieted down, no noise at all.

All three of his seniors had left.

Would someone come to kill him?

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know, he just quietly sat in the martial practice room on the third floor, looking at the old man with a dark face.

"Sir," he sincerely said: "It’s really not the Eastern Sect that wants to kill my Master?"

Huang Qiuxian coldly spoke:

"No."

"I want to see who is acting under the name of my Eastern Sect. Are you sure they will come today?"

"Not sure, most likely not. But whether they come or not, I want to introduce someone to you."

"Who?"

"A mysterious person, who comes from nowhere and goes unknown. I only know his surname is Zhong, and he’s from an organization called the High Heaven Association, possessing unbelievable abilities."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his watch:

"I don’t know if the esteemed elder will come today, how about you wait here for a while, and I’ll go meet him?"