Secret Buyer-Chapter 75: They Call You Celestial Venerate

"The Six Refinements? How could that be possible? Unless there’s a Buddhist Empowerment or a Taoist Divine Descent..."

Niu Dali listened to Mr. Liao’s report over the phone, taking a deep breath:

"That’s truly remarkable... I see."

He hung up the phone and looked at Old Ghost Chai in front of him:

"Elder Chai, killing Zhang Fusheng isn’t the hard part. The difficulty lies in how to do it without arousing my master’s suspicion, maintaining my position, and handling the mysterious figure potentially behind him."

Old Ghost Chai said indifferently:

"That’s your problem. It has nothing to do with me or the Western Sect. As I said, Zhang Fusheng could also be our candidate."

’Bang!’

Niu Dali stood up and slammed his hands on the table:

"His progress is incredibly fast, almost beyond belief, but for now, he’s only at the Six Refinements level, whereas I have no rivals among martial artists in my realm."

"Only I can help you acquire the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron! Without it, how do you plan to summon the true body of the God of Plague?"

Old Ghost Chai looked up, his eyes suddenly emitting a tangible divine light. The fierce-faced Niu Dali staggered back as if struck by lightning, knocking over his chair.

"Watch your attitude," Old Ghost Chai said coolly. "Like I said, we don’t care who wins between you and Zhang Fusheng. What I want is for Hong Tianbao to stop meddling in the Church’s affairs."

"The Church’s Upper Envoy is on the way."

Niu Dali was silent for a moment before speaking:

"My stance is the same: my master must not die. Without him, how will I find my dear grandmaster? And without the grandmaster, how will we obtain the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron?"

Old Ghost Chai furrowed his brow.

After a long pause, he got up and left, leaving one last sentence:

"We won’t pretend to accept Zhang Fusheng into the Western Sect for show—though of course, we can genuinely accept him."

"Furthermore, there will be a minor Divine Descent at the end of the month. Ensure Hongji cooperates well with my Chai Gate."

Niu Dali stood there, watching Old Ghost Chai leave, his fierce expression suddenly calming down.

He even leisurely brewed himself a pot of tea.

"The Western Sect?"

The seemingly honest and simple young man chuckled and drank the steaming tea in one gulp.

"Finally, a Divine Descent is imminent, finally it is."

"My astounding talent can finally shine..."

Niu Dali dipped his fingers into the tea and shakily wrote two characters on the table.

’Devouring God.’

The water traces gradually dried up.

......

In the villa area.

No. 19 was no longer as bustling as before. Though the door was wide open, the place was now quiet and deserted, with only a bartender standing straight behind the bar.

Zhang Fusheng walked in.

"Mr. Zhang," the bartender, with pitch-black eyes, smiled, "What would you like to drink?"

Changing into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, Zhang Fusheng sat on a barstool in front of the bar, flicking a coin that landed on the tabletop, spinning lightly.

"All I have on me is this dollar."

"It’s on me." Black Eye poured a glass of strong liquor, gently pushing the glass over. "After just committing a murder, a glass of strong liquor clears the mind the best."

Zhang Fusheng picked it up and took a big drink.

He exhaled the alcohol contentedly, saying calmly:

"My master says he spared you because you have a wide network and are very well-informed, wanting to keep you around so when you come to admit your mistakes, I can do you a favor."

The bartender poured himself a glass of strong liquor too and laughed:

"Elder Hong overrates me."

"No, he underestimates you."

Zhang Fusheng looked intently at the bartender, taking out his phone and shaking it:

"Twenty minutes ago, a message from the ’Golden Auction House’ arrived on my phone, saying that my Fearless Lion meat was delivered to Jiangzhou City a day early."

"However, since it’s not the agreed time, the Fearless Lion meat is temporarily stored at No. 19 Bar. I can either pick it up myself or have it sent to Hongji Martial Arts Dojo as scheduled tomorrow afternoon."

The bartender’s face showed a look of surprise:

"The Fearless Lion meat is actually for Mr. Zhang? I thought Elder Hong bought it for himself."

Zhang Fusheng stared at the bartender:

"Something worth thirty thousand life souls is just stored here with Mr. Hei. Mr. Hei is probably much more capable than my master and I imagined."

"I’m very curious, what are the uses of your Abyssal Black Eyes?"

Zhang Fusheng did not know if enlightenment could be obtained or stacked multiple times,

But he knew that ’Root Bone’ could.

Or rather, special constitutions could.

The bartender shook his head, not answering.

Zhang Fusheng did not press for more, swirling his liquor:

"What news do you know?"

"A lot," the bartender said elegantly. "What does Mr. Zhang want to inquire about?"

"What exactly is the Western Sect planning to do, and what’s the relationship between my senior brother and the Western Sect? Do you have this information?"

The bartender was silent for a moment before speaking:

"I do."

He said calmly:

"The Western Sect is planning to conduct two Divine Descents in Jiangzhou City: a minor Divine Descent and a true [Divine Descent]."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised:

He became even more intrigued by this mysterious bartender and asked again:

"Minor Divine Descent? Divine Descent? What’s the difference?"

"The former is the descent of a deity’s spiritual will from a different dimension, while the latter is the [True Body Descent] of a deity."

Zhang Fusheng’s pupils contracted:

"The God of Plague?"

The bartender wasn’t surprised that Zhang Fusheng knew about the God of Plague and nodded with a smile:

"That’s right."

"As for the relationship between Niu Dali and the Western Sect... has Mr. Zhang heard of the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron?"

Zhang Fusheng was suddenly taken aback.

Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron?

He had indeed heard of it. In his previous life as a little kid, his family collected quite a few of them.

Hmm, they were made of plastic.

He calmly said:

"No, could Mr. Hei please enlighten me?"

The bartender’s expression grew more serious:

"The Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, a legendary Bridge of Reception and Pathway to Another Dimension, can extend infinitely, spanning space, time, and dimensions."

He said softly:

"The Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron is so far the only discovered Supreme Treasure that can directly reach a Different Dimension, and also one of the few Supreme Treasures that can aid a deity’s True Body Descent from a Different Dimension."

Zhang Fusheng asked:

"What does this have to do with my dear senior brother?"

The bartender didn’t answer directly but leisurely said:

"The Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron once belonged to the Ling Mountain sect of Buddhism, but precisely because of this, the Ling Mountain sect was attacked by the Federation collaborating with other Evil Cults, which was also the only large-scale collaboration between the Federation and Evil Cults."

"The Ling Mountain sect, if not completely wiped out, is already merely a name, and the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron vanished along with it, until a year ago, when a big figure in the Western Sect calculated that the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron was in the hands of someone named Yuan Feidao."

Zhang Fusheng furrowed his brow, listening quietly.

The bartender’s voice rose and fell:

"And Yuan Feidao was Hong Tianbao’s master."

Zhang Fusheng’s pupils suddenly contracted:

"So, the Western Sect wants to approach my master through Niu Dali? Why not just take it by force?"

"Because the Western Sect doesn’t know where Yuan Feidao hid the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, but this Supreme Treasure will eventually be passed down."

The bartender said unhurriedly:

"To whom? Naturally, to one of Yuan Feidao’s disciples or grand-disciples. So, the Western Sect chose Niu Dali."

He clicked his tongue in wonder:

"However, to conceal the information, the Western Sect didn’t dare send any high-ranking emissary to Jiangzhou City. Currently, in Jiangzhou City, there are only four stewards at the Martial Arts Master level."

Zhang Fusheng stared at the bartender:

"Then why do you know so much?"

The bartender smiled and shook his head, pointing to his own pitch-black, abyss-like eyes.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled:

"Why are you telling me this?"

The bartender continued to point at his eyes and said gently:

"I can see many things beyond ordinary perception, such as a fragment of the past, and also... a glimpse of the future."

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback, the past and the future?

What kind of eyes are these?

This bartender is likely more than just ’not simple.’

Zhang Fusheng’s heart trembled, and he couldn’t help but ask:

"What did Mr. Hei see in me?"

For once, a look of reverence appeared on the bartender’s face:

"A piece of the future, in which your form is blurred, sitting upright in a Taoist Palace I can’t even begin to describe, transcending the limits of thought, surrounded by layer upon layer of the universe, shifting dimly around you."

"And before you, no, before you at that time, stand four equally blurred figures calling to you, calling you... "

"Infinite Celestial Venerate!"

Zhang Fusheng stood up abruptly, while Black Eye began to cough violently, his aura suddenly plummeting.

"What happened to you?" Zhang Fusheng wondered, bewildered.

"Speaking of the future, I suffered a backlash." The bartender wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Falling from the Five Viscera Masters to the Three Viscera Masters isn’t a big problem, I’m used to it."

Zhang Fusheng’s mouth twitched, used to it?

He gazed intently at the bartender, pondering just what those eyes really are?

Moreover, since he’s used to it, how many times has this guy painted glimpses of the future for others? How many levels of realm has he fallen through?

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fusheng asked:

"So, you’re investing in me?"

"That’s right."

The bartender smiled:

"The future I saw is destined to happen, but it might be hundreds or thousands of years, even longer. Yet it is destined all the same."

He praised:

"In other words, you are destined to become a deity."

Zhang Fusheng fell silent for a moment:

"Then why don’t you just help me more, like taking out my dear senior brother?"

"I don’t have that ability."

The bartender shook his head:

"Niu Dali is very powerful. The Western Sect regards him as a stepping stone to obtain the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, but he also sees the Western Sect as a stepping stone."

After a pause, the bartender took out a box made of some unknown metal and carefully placed it on the bar, then warned:

"Although you are destined to become an incredible being, and the future is unchangeable, the journey to that future can be altered." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Be cautious of Niu Dali."

Zhang Fusheng silently nodded, bid farewell, and left with the metal box, making his way back to a home he hadn’t visited in a long time.

He opened that metal box, and a peculiar fragrance that penetrated the soul suddenly filled the air for ten miles!

Three pieces of Fearless Lion meat shimmering with a precious light lay quietly inside.

"Zhong Mountain... it’s time to reemerge."