Secret Buyer-Chapter 84: Rushing About

"Junior Brother, are you really going to use up all your years of contributions to exchange a White Bone Lotus Seed for your disciple to enhance his century-long spiritual accumulation?"

The elder with an immortal-like bearing curiously asked:

"Given your current physical condition, although you are a Grandmaster, it’s likely you’re on par with a top Martial Arts Master and steadily declining, right? Why not ask the master for a miraculous medicine to extend your life instead of seeking a lotus seed for your disciple?"

"At the very least, you should ask for some Calming Tea to clear away the hostility, or rather... the Tribulation Qi?"

Hong Tianbao glanced at this senior brother and shook his head calmly:

"Me? I won’t last much longer, so why seek those things? What’s the point?"

The elder with an immortal-like bearing shook his head:

"I see that you’ve already let hostility cloud your mind, your thoughts unclear, actually thinking of helping your disciple rather than yourself?"

He quietly gazed at Hong Tianbao for a long time, then sighed softly and asked:

"Junior Brother, is it really worth it?"

"It’s worth it."

Hong Tianbao nodded affirmatively, solemnly bowed toward the pavilion in the lake, and raised his head slightly:

"My young disciple possesses truly astonishing talent, destined for Grandmaster, even Innate Realm, is only trivial, certainly fated to step into the Innate Realm!"

Chen Daoling chuckled:

"But from what I’ve heard, that little guy just joined recently; how can you be sure of his disposition? What if he’s like my few unworthy disciples, always thinking about internal strife and murdering the master?"

Hong Tianbao leisurely said:

"I’m not the master, nor am I like you all, I don’t raise disciples in such a scheming way. My four disciples care for and live in harmony with each other; as for murdering the master?"

He spoke calmly:

"Frankly, I won’t live long, I’m just looking for a legacy."

"If I were to say, Senior Brother, you should exchange for some Calming Tea, let your disciples consume it to clear away the hostility embedded in their marrow and dispel this ever-present Heart Demon Barrier."

Chen Daoling stayed silent, still gazing at this chubby old man.

After a while, he clasped his hands behind his back and said:

"There’s nothing particularly wrong with such scheming; speaking of, Junior Brother, aren’t you afraid I’ll snatch away your disciple or send someone to kill him, given all you’ve told me?"

Hong Tianbao smiled and shook his head:

"I would only dare tell Second Senior Brother you; now that you’ve completely turned over a new leaf, holding a garrison post at the Investigation Bureau, such petty matters within the sect are beneath you."

He emphasized the words Investigation Bureau.

Both were wise, each holding leverage over the other.

The elder with an immortal-like bearing pondered briefly, then laughed involuntarily:

"That’s indeed reasonable, but your disciples truly live in harmony with each other?"

Chen Daoling still found it somewhat unbelievable; back then, the senior and junior brothers often fought fiercely, brains spilled several times,

such as between himself and Junior Brother Hong.

Many years ago, Chen Daoling killed Hong Tianbao’s entire family, and Hong Tianbao once used his daughter as a cauldron, draining her to death.

Among over a hundred senior and junior brothers who fought endlessly, now only three remain.

Although it was due to the master’s fostering method and the hostility clouding the mind and spiritual sense, what was done, was done.

Every Great Cultivator has that kind of hostility.

Consider it by putting oneself in others’ shoes.

Can such upbringing really result in harmonious disciples?

Faced with the elder’s doubts, Hong Tianbao raised his chest and held his head high:

"That’s only natural!"

"My four disciples support each other with care and affection, even fearing to hurt each other during sparring!"

......

"How exactly should I eliminate my dear little junior brother?"

In a quiet room, Niu Dali silently sipped tea, staring at the one-eyed man before him.

Black Eye shook his head:

"The futures I see are destined to come true, you..."

"Enough!" Niu Dali interrupted irritably, "Talking nonsense with me? Do you see the future? More like a Life Plate!"

Black Eye paused:

"To be precise, it’s a glimpse of the future reflected by his own Life Plate—how can it not be considered the future?"

He sighed softly:

"Old Bull, why obsess over Zhang Fusheng? With the impending Divine Descent, swallowing even a fragment of the God of Plague’s Life Plate... is incomparable, even to Zhang Fusheng."

"That’s a true Deity."

Listening to Black Eye’s words,

Niu Dali licked his lips and hoarsely spoke:

"I just want to consume him... only a few days until the fifteenth."

"I’m already eagerly anticipating it."

......

"How should I kill my dear senior brother?"

In the Seventh District, at home.

Zhang Fusheng stroked his chin; perhaps it was an illusion, but he felt his hostility intensifying recently,

even when contemplating, that hostility would surge and interfere, clouding his mind and causing confusion in his thoughts...

Like a cultivator caught in tribulation tales, beset by Tribulation Qi.

As soon as this thought emerged, it was shattered by the colliding and tearing hostility, a fierce red flashed in Zhang Fusheng’s eyes, his body trembling slightly.

After a long while.

He returned to normal, discarding his recent thoughts entirely, and devoted himself to studying the matters within the Contract.

In the Contract, the Flesh Plague and Yin World Wood Marrow lay quietly, as did the thirty years of lifespan and fifteen years of spiritual cultivation extracted, all materialized as faint light clusters.

"Still have over two hundred years of Breathing Technique cultivation, no hurry to use it, this thing is related to enlightenment."

Zhang Fusheng thought clearly; once enlightenment improves, using this cultivation experience would maximize efficiency.

For now, the only thing usable is the Limit-Breaking Level Yin Snake Fist.

A thought touched the Contract, and the limit-breaking level Yin Snake Fist slowly merged with himself.

It was almost in an instant.

He could sense that a vast amount of memory, the memory of cultivating the Yin Snake Fist over the centuries,

Mornings refining fist stance, evenings practicing fist force, day after day, year after year...

The fist stance became increasingly substantial, and the fist force grew more sinister!

Not only practicing the fist but also observing snakes!

Blue, black, white, green-patterned, small snakes, large snakes, giant pythons!

Hundreds of years of memories surged and rolled in his mind, as if he was truly practicing fist techniques and observing snakes day and night,

Entry Level, Minor Achievement, Great Success, Perfection!

Move by move, stance by stance, ultimately all were mastered.

Until.

Breaking! Limit!

The insights and realms of the limit-breaking level suddenly emerged in his body and mind!

Muscles roiled, energy and blood surged, thick calluses appeared on his fists, and even his spiritual thoughts carried a hint of cold intent. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Any technique has five levels: Entry Level, Minor Achievement, Great Success, Perfection, and Breaking Limit.

The Yin Snake Fist, a Middle Grade Fist Technique, unlike the limit-breaking Tiger Roar Fist,

The Yin Snake Fist could possess True Intent at the level of Perfection,

And at the limit-breaking level, the Yin Snake Fist not only nearly doubled his body’s flexibility and reaction speed,

But also added a cold intent to his spiritual thoughts based on the Yin Snake True Intent...

Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes, gently touched the calluses on his fists, and murmured softly:

"Is this True Intent?"

He stood up, the air around him hissing like a snake, his True Intent and spiritual thoughts fluctuating within his Ancestral Acupoint,

With just a slight tap, Zhang Fusheng sensed that his essence, energy, and spirit were all united by the True Intent.

He shook his muscles and bones, and the air compressed and rolled violently, faintly presenting a pale white color, then turned into a Yin Snake winding around him!

"It’s not just True Intent..."

Zhang Fusheng turned on the faucet, watching the stream of water fall, as his invisible and intangible, cold spiritual sense quietly extended out.

Almost upon contact with the stream, the water froze, and even the entire faucet was iced over!

"Still more than that."

He extended his hand, placed it on the wall beside him, and exerted force.

It was a kind of Yin Force naturally mastered along with the limit-breaking level Yin Snake Fist, combined with Yin Snake True Intent, along with a low snake hiss.

He released his hand, and the wall remained intact.

Zhang Fusheng gently blew out a breath.

A gentle breeze passed, and the entire wall silently turned into fine powder, collapsing on the ground, the dust dispersing.

Zhang Fusheng fell into silence.

Behind the wall was the neighbor’s bedroom.

Uncle Wang, who was sleeping soundly, drowsily woke up and just wanted to prop himself up.

’Swoosh!’

Zhang Fusheng lightly patted, letting the old man fall back peacefully asleep.

"What should I do with this wall?"

"Uh, never mind!"

Zhang Fusheng looked at the dust on the ground and sighed softly:

"No wonder Liao Xianji can rival the Twelve Refinements with just Seven Refinements..."

He licked his lips and sent out a message.

Soon, the phone rang.

"Boss."

Lu Mingzhu’s tired voice came from the other end.

"Recovered so quickly from your injuries?" Zhang Fusheng asked.

"Used a lot of special potions, barely able to move freely."

"Hmm, go check Liao Xianji’s information and send it to me."

"Yes, boss."

Zhang Fusheng waited quietly.

Over half an hour later, the phone gently vibrated.

It must be said, Lu Mingzhu’s ability is indeed strong. After Zhang Fusheng cleaned up the hotel for her once,

She dragged her heavily injured body, and within half a day, she had achieved initial control over the hotel,

And now, in just over half an hour, she had gathered and organized detailed information on Liao Xianji.

For loyalty, it can’t be talked about yet, but she is discreet, decisive, ruthless, and highly capable.

A talent worth nurturing.

"His children died young, and his only grandson works at Jiang University."

"He stood up for his grandson several times, one of which he offended Old Ghost Chai... "

Zhang Fusheng collected his thoughts, carefully observing the information on Liao Xianji, and quickly formed a preliminary plan in his mind.

"Almost forgot, I’m still a student at Jiang University."

"Hmm, a prospective freshman."

He leaped out of the window, feeling the faint sense of surveillance overhead, and immediately turned into a dark alley,

Once he confirmed the satellite was not locked on him, he transformed into the appearance of Zhong Mountain, heading straight for the Public Security Headquarters in the Third District.

"Someday, I will take you down!"

He traveled while looking up at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky.

The stars were twinkling.