Secret Buyer-Chapter 77: So That’s How It Is!

Number 19.

The bartender looked at the man and woman in front of him, chatting away:

"Some people are born with special constitutions, whether it’s their eyes, or a certain organ, a bone, or even a part of their blood..."

The young man was listening intently.

’Thump!’

He seemed to hear a soft knock, perhaps it was an illusion.

It was not a sound in his ear, nor was it a sound resonating in his spiritual thoughts,

but rather a.... peculiar feeling.

He felt as if he had heard a ’thump’.

Zhang Fusheng subconsciously looked up, and saw only the dust dancing in the light from the ceiling.

It seemed like a hallucination.

He lowered his head, dismissing it, but saw the bartender lowering his head too.

......

In front of the door seam.

Zhang Fusheng silently sensed a new memory that appeared in his mind, making his scalp tingle.

The past had changed.

Although it seemed insignificant, it was real and tangible.

Two slightly different memories appeared in his mind at the same time—was he the only one aware of the change in the past,

or was everyone in the bar at that time?

Zhang Fusheng guessed that probably only he was aware.

’Gulp!’

He swallowed his saliva, as this was truly a gateway to the past,

If he had the ability to open this door, or his spiritual thoughts were strong enough to pierce through the barrier.....

Wouldn’t he be able to descend upon the past at will??

"This is just the projection of the Eight Sceneries Palace...."

Zhang Fusheng pondered, in the corner of the future seen by the Black Eye, was that Taoist Palace the Eight Sceneries Palace?

If so, how could he see it?

Could it be that the position of those eyes could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Eight Sceneries Palace?

And since the future self could be called [Infinite Celestial Venerate], he must have been incredibly powerful,

Thus.....

Zhang Fusheng recalled the scene reflected by the Heaven and Earth Tablet from the past, where [Zhen Yuanzi] looked at him,

and the old Daoist who disappeared in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Something was amiss.

Zhang Fusheng continued to gaze through the door seam, the past him and Chen Nuanyu had been led by the waiter to the second floor into a room,

but due to the perspective encompassing a forty-meter range around the past self, through the door seam, Zhang Fusheng could still clearly see the bartender.

He carefully observed the pure black, completely white-less eyes,

and suddenly realized the person was..... trembling slightly?

Yes, trembling.

In this ’higher-dimensional’ perspective, Zhang Fusheng could see everything within a forty-meter range with clarity!

He saw the bartender unlock his phone and open Feixin, sending a message to someone marked as ’Old Bull’.

’I saw someone destined to become a deity.’

[Old Bull: Who?]

[Black Eye: Your junior disciple]

Zhang Fusheng, peeping from the door seam, went rigid.

He silently watched the past, observing the content on the phone.

[Old Bull: Can he be killed?]

[Black Eye: Everything I’ve seen comes true, it’s a predetermined fate, unchangeable.]

[Old Bull: I only believe in the present]

[Old Bull: Publish a public commission, open to all bounty hunters]

The bartender’s brows furrowed.

[Black Eye: Whether it succeeds or not, Hong Tianbao will investigate thoroughly]

[Old Bull: He’ll ask me to investigate, just to frame it on the Eastern Sect. Remember to send me the hunter’s information, I’ll handle everything]

The bartender’s brows furrowed deeper, clearly hesitating, and that person called Old Bull, sent one last message.

’Mr. Hei, if you bet, bet to the end.’

The bartender let out a breath of foul air, sighed softly, and said ’So be it.’

Everything was witnessed by Zhang Fusheng at the door seam.

"I see..."

He stood upright, touching the door to the past, his gaze flickering non-stop.

But why would the senior brother want to kill the self destined to become a deity?

Was the future truly ’predetermined’?

Zhang Fusheng turned towards the door on the far right, the door was tightly closed, unlike the other two which had gaps,

He tried pushing the door again, even hitting it forcefully, but the door remained immovable.

"Why is the future sealed shut?"

Returning to the right side’s [Gate of the Past], Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, muttering to himself:

"Morse code from a past life."

Morse code can convey messages through simple knocking.

After standing silently for ten minutes, Zhang Fusheng moved back to the door seam, with a thought, past scenes appeared in the portal.

In the scene, he saw himself five minutes ago, standing in front of the main door dazed.

Reaching out, Zhang Fusheng rapped the door in a rhythmic manner using Morse code,

As he knocked, he grabbed his jacket, and with a burst of power.

The jacket was torn to shreds by his power, scattering to the ground.

Simultaneously, a message was knocked out completely.

’Leave the clothes on the ground’

The memory changed, with an entirely different memory segment added, Zhang Fusheng subconsciously looked down,

The clothing fragments on the ground disappeared, replaced by an undamaged jacket.

Zhang Fusheng’s heart thumped violently.

The changed past had altered the present.

His scalp tingled, the back of his head felt numb, and then he started laughing heartily!

But as he laughed, the smile eventually waned.

Zhang Fusheng recalled a movie he watched in a past life called ’The Butterfly Effect’, which was about changing the past.

If the past is changed, the future isn’t necessarily better.

Sometimes, even a small change leads to significant alterations in the present.

He silently set a rule for himself.

"You must never alter the past easily, unless you are absolutely certain."

"Because, it could lead to my current self..... dying."

Zhang Fusheng’s expression turned serious. If a minor change could lead to his death in the past,

the current self wouldn’t even be able to make any remedy.

He would just follow along to death.

"Eight Sceneries Palace....."

Zhang Fusheng looked at the Gate of the Past with reverence,

Without truly matched positions, without the legendary power to transcend time,

The ability to change the past might not necessarily be a good thing.

"I also only believe in the present."

He quietly exited the Eight Sceneries Palace and left the Divine Realm.

Walking to a window without glass, looking at the moonlight outside, Zhang Fusheng exhaled.

"Black Eye, is it a double bet?"

"Betting on both the senior brother and me?"

"Or rather, everything he’s told me is just to prepare another trap for me?"

"If the past can change, how can the future be predetermined?"

Zhang Fusheng opened his phone, found the prison records sent by Sister Xixi, and started checking the files of those sentenced criminals one by one.

The records were detailed, not just names and ages, but family information, cultivation level, favored cultivation techniques, all recorded in detail.

He looked through them one by one, selecting and comparing, the process was extremely tedious,

Unknowingly, the sky became bright.

’Buzz!’

The phone vibrated; it was the group chat Zhu Xiaoming created.

Zhu Xiaoming: @Zhang Fusheng - Old Zhang are you back?

Zhu Xiaoming: @All Members - Jiang Banquet is coming soon, I’m planning to visit school this noon, are you going?

Lu Yao: Messaging nonstop while sleeping, go die!

Zhong Yue: I can’t, my dad and they are back, called last night, told me I must go home for lunch.

Zhong Yue: Probably not good news, sigh.

Zhang Fusheng looked at the messages in the group chat, in deep thought.

He had dinner with Uncle Yu in the evening, so he happened to be free at noon.

He turned slightly pale, holding a High Heaven Order, Shi Zhengyuan, Mr. Du, Chen Nuanyu, all held the orders,

This fourth one was naturally for Huang Qiuxian.

The High Heaven Association must be convened once.

Before that...

Zhang Fusheng faded into the shadows, and when he reappeared, he was on a long street.

"First, let’s have lunch, and settle the cause and effect of this body."

’Zhong Mountain’ muttered to himself.