Secret Buyer-Chapter 68: Anchor

"It turns out, it’s feasible."

Zhang Fusheng leaned back in his chair, looking half-paralyzed, but his mouth twitched continuously:

"But this price... isn’t it a bit too much??"

He refined ten Immortal Thoughts at once,

which was nothing, but materializing the High Heaven Order, honestly, the consumption was surprisingly huge, he almost crumbled,

fortunately, the Immortal Thoughts residing in the Immortal Wooden Token could indeed be sensed and controlled remotely, and even used to complete transactions.

The consumption was a bit much, but understandable, at worst, recover for ten days or so...

The biggest problem is the Contract.

"So why did buying a Six Ding Divine Fire make you so dispirited?"

Zhang Fusheng felt a toothache, he knew that the cooldown of the Contract was determined by the transaction item,

buying off Chen Nuanyu’s mother’s strange illness had a cooldown of a hundred days - that was fine, only two ounces of Star Beast meat,

but then the problem arose, buying the Six Ding Divine Fire, the Contract’s cooldown soared to thirty-six thousand five hundred days!!

Not a day more or less, exactly a hundred years.

Zhang Fusheng had reason to suspect that a hundred years wasn’t the upper limit for the Six Ding Divine Fire, but the cooldown limit of the Contract.

"Over thirty thousand days! Even if the effect of the One-Horned Giant Rhinoceros meat didn’t diminish, I would have to eat over thirty kilograms!"

His mouth twitched, wondering where he could get so much Star Beast meat in such a short time??

The four pounds of One-Horned Giant Rhinoceros meat that were once extremely abundant in his pocket suddenly seemed pitifully scarce.

The only thing Zhang Fusheng could think of was the news reported by Lu Mingzhu.

In a certain large city, a Level 3 Star Beast meat called ’Fearless Lion’ was auctioned off by the Governor of Dragon Boat City, Wang Yuan.

That would be Old Shi.

"Headache... let’s take a look at the Six Ding Divine Fire first."

He couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart; the cooldown time reached its peak, requiring a full hundred years before the Contract could be used again, and this was what brought about the Six Ding Divine Fire!

The fire of Tai Shang Laojun!

The fire of the Taiqing Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue!

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the sunset outside the window, summoned Lu Mingzhu, and instructed her not to let anyone approach this room or disturb him,

after giving these instructions, he closed the door, then turned his thoughts, delving into the extremely dim Contract, where three transaction results floated inside.

One was [Ten Years of Contemplation], another was [Yin World Wood Marrow], and the last was [Six Ding Divine Fire].

"This Yin World Wood Marrow is the root cause of Chen Nuanyu’s mother’s illness... Doesn’t sound like a strange illness."

After the Yin World Wood Marrow was extracted, it became an ink-like fluid, chilling and eerie,

as for the Six Ding Divine Fire?

A small flame, appearing quite ordinary.

But this was the fire that almost burned the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and refined treasures like the Golden Cudgel and the Nine-toothed Nail Rake!

"Should I merge it into my body, say in the heart, to create an Eternal Burning Heart?"

"Or should I let it be safely stored in the Divine Realm?"

"If it’s the former, the Six Ding Divine Fire’s transformation and refinement of the body would most certainly be extremely slow - I simply couldn’t withstand its refinement."

Zhang Fusheng had reason to believe that Chen Nuanyu’s heart had never been refined by the Six Ding Divine Fire,

merely having the flame reside in her heart, the released afterglow, freed later, made her skin like jade, her eyes emitting divine light.

Seemingly adding a couple of special constitutions.

"Let’s try anchoring first."

He expanded his Divine Realm, thoughts triggering the Contract, a minuscule fire seed descended from within the contract.

The Six Ding Divine Fire appeared dark purple on the outside,

listed as flame, but it looked more like a small mass of flowing sunlight, within which Eight Trigrams symbols flickered with unclear meanings, appearing and disappearing,

and when the flame burns, one can hear a deep, grand, and continuous humming,

yet it is not violent, on the contrary, it seems very gentle.

This fire used by Laojun to refine alchemy and artifacts belongs to ’Mild Fire’.

Thankfully, otherwise Zhang Fusheng wouldn’t dare let the Six Ding Divine Fire appear directly in his Divine Realm,

for fear he would burn his Spiritual World to ashes!

But he also noticed that the moment the Divine Fire appeared, even though it didn’t directly refine the Divine Realm,

his own Spiritual World began to undergo a kind of transformation, extremely slow, but very real.

"Now, begin the sympathetic exchange..."

Zhang Fusheng cautiously moved his thoughts close to the Six Ding Divine Fire,

Upon nearing, he could feel his own thoughts ushered into an utmost sublimation different from the Heaven and Earth Tablet!

This sublimation was purer, more pristine, more rapid!

And then, it was incinerated.

After pondering, Zhang Fusheng immersed a hundred strands of thoughts into the Heaven and Earth Tablet, transforming them all into Immortal Thoughts,

once again approaching the Six Ding Divine Fire with a hundred strands of Immortal Thoughts.

The flames danced gently, the hundred strands of formless thoughts were actually outlined by the firelight into shapes, like strands of dark purple silk thread,

The Immortal Thought began to sublimate again, extremely swiftly, this time, Immortal Thought did not get incinerated, but it gave Zhang Fusheng a very bad premonition!

He felt.....

his own thoughts were detaching from him.

Or rather, those thoughts were... developing self-awareness?

Come on, bro, you’re enlightening my thoughts here??

Zhang Fusheng shuddered, if Divine Thought gained self-awareness, would it still be his?

It already couldn’t be recalled back into his body!

He suddenly maneuvered a hundred strands of thoughts, thrusting them wildly into the liquid sunlight-like Six Ding Divine Fire,

In a flash, thoughts tainted with Immortal flavor evaporated, but it was also at this moment.

Zhang Fusheng seemingly faced the Nine-Ring Scepter once again.

Everything before his eyes receded away, infinitely far away, replaced by rapidly flashing incomplete scenes, finally freezing on three hundred sixty-five frames.

Zhang Fusheng perked up, examining them one by one, his expression grew gradually solemn,

this wisp of Six Ding Divine Fire seems to have experienced many places, many people, and many events,

he saw in six fragmented images, each reflecting a female god,

one with rabbit ears, one with snake tail, and others with horns, chicken feathers, and sheep’s horizontal pupils.....

Ox, Rabbit, Snake, Sheep, Chicken, Pig.

This is... Six Ding Deities?

The thought flashed in Zhang Fusheng’s mind, Six Ding and Six Jia, Taoist Guardian Gods, of which Six Ding are Yin God Jade Maidens, Six Jia are Yang God Jade Boys.

These six scenes cannot be anchored.

He continued looking, saw a corner of a mountain, burning with raging flames, stretching over countless miles.

Flame Mountain?

If it is Flame Mountain, this wisp of Six Ding Divine Fire would have fallen to the human world with the fire bricks after the Great Sage Equal to Heaven overturned the Eight Trigrams Furnace?

He continued on.

The rest of the scenes were mostly elusive, whether in a gourd or on an elderly palm, each being sifted through,

Zhang Fusheng’s gaze finally locked on two residual scenes.

In the first residual scene, the Six Ding Divine Fire could be seen burning in a cyan lamp, behind which was a high-suspended Tai Chi Diagram,

beneath the diagram sat an old Taoist, quietly meditating, with a green ox lying beside him.

The second residual scene was a gray, dusty monkey, huddled in some dim place, surrounded by the flowing sunlight-like Six Ding Divine Fire, roasting him.

Zhang Fusheng felt a bit troubled.

"The first looks a lot like Laojun and the green ox, but the second seems more like the forty-nine days when Monkey Brother was refined into Fire Eyes Golden Gaze."

He pondered this, recalling Shi Zhengyuan’s words that scenes projected by artifacts and items are different and do not point to the same place.

Choose the first one, or the second?

The second, perhaps.

Just as Zhang Fusheng was about to make a choice, a sudden inspiration struck him, casting his gaze back to the first residual scene,

in the scene, the ox still lay, but the once-vague old Taoist had disappeared.

Yes, disappeared.

As if the Taoist previously seen was merely an illusion, a mirage.

Yet this was unmistakably a fixed image of the past! Not his own illusion or mirage!

After a long silence, just as the thought was about to pierce into the second image, it swerved suddenly, falling into the first image.

’Buzzing!!’

Before him was no longer the vast Divine Realm, in the distance was Longevity Mountain and the Five Mansions Temple, beneath was an endless wilderness,

and above his head, beyond the reach of vision, there floated a seemingly ordinary Taoist Palace.

Above the Taoist Palace, a horizontal inscribed board hung.

The strokes formed three characters, not particularly majestic, nor possessing a grand timeless aura,

just the simple, unassuming three characters of [Eight Sceneries Palace].