Secret Buyer-Chapter 88: The Cost and the Blessing, Enlightenment in Hand

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: The Cost and the Blessing, Enlightenment in Hand

Yueyao Milk Tea Shop.

More than a week since the opening, the two lady bosses naturally wouldn’t continue to make milk tea personally and weren’t even in the shop.

"I don’t understand."

Zhu Xiaoming exhaled lightly, looked at Zhang Fusheng who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, and couldn’t help saying:

"Old Zhang, you, just what are you....."

"Didn’t I tell you?"

Zhang Fusheng took a sip of the sweet milk tea, smacked his lips:

"I apprenticed under a very powerful master, so now I’m also very powerful."

He smiled, silently sensing the gaze from high above concentrating on him, yeah, locking onto him, quite good.

Zhang Fusheng deliberately chose an open place so the Sky Eye Satellite could monitor him at all times.

He opened his phone, explaining to Zhu Xiaoming while sending messages.

"It’s the chubby old man you all met before, named Hong Tianbao... have you heard of the Peace Hotel?"

While speaking, Zhang Fusheng sent a few messages to Lu Mingzhu, informing her that Liao Xianji had left the Peace Hotel, and to take full control immediately.

Zhu Xiaoming nodded blankly:

"I’ve heard of it..."

He cautiously spoke:

"Old Zhang, your master is someone from the Peace Hotel??"

"No, he’s not."

Hearing this, Zhu Xiaoming wiped his sweat, sipped some milk tea, but then heard Old Zhang lazily say:

"The hotel is one of my master’s properties, and now it’s managed by my senior brother, and, well, I’m also managing."

’Pfft!’

Zhu Xiaoming choked, and the pearl from the pearl milk tea shot out from his nose directly towards Zhang Fusheng.

Just three inches away, the pearl suddenly stalled, turning into invisible dust and scattering.

"Ah???" Zhu Xiaoming’s voice only came through then.

Zhang Fusheng’s words were like a giant hammer, smashing his thoughts into chaos, making him feel like he was in a dream, and he unconsciously pinched his arm.

He couldn’t quite distinguish whether it was reality or a dream.

After a while.

He couldn’t help but ask:

"Old Zhang, at what refinement level are you now?"

"Me? Not high."

Zhang Fusheng said casually:

"About Six Refinements."

’Snap!’

The milk tea cup was crushed, Zhu Xiaoming hurriedly wiped his clothes.

After quite some time.

He looked at his sticky hands:

"So, Old Zhang, you said for us to rush to Dragon Boat City to lay low?"

Zhang Fusheng’s expression turned a bit more serious:

"Jiangzhou might have a big trouble, although various clues indicate that the mess will be confined to the Lower Three Districts, I suggest leaving Jiangzhou for safety."

He paused, seriously said:

"It’s not just you, I’ll also arrange for other families I know to leave, as for the timing..."

"In three days, maybe."

Zhu Xiaoming’s heart pounded, in his impression, his buddy had never been this serious.

"I’ll call dad right away." He murmured.

Zhang Fusheng sipped his milk tea, leaning on the chair, watching the bustling crowd on the street, while his Divine Thought enveloped the office within Jiang University.

Liao Xianji, finally arrived.

Niu Dali should be arriving soon too?

......

The office was surrounded by people.

"Old Liao."

Principal Jiang looked at the hurrying thin old man, heavily said:

"The situation is not very good, this child Zhong’s body is filled with a very strange True Intent Force, once rescued, that True Intent Force will immediately erode his body."

Liao Xianji’s face turned white, Jiang University’s principal was one of the few Martial Arts Masters in Jiangzhou City.

Even he said the situation is dire.....

The frail old man ran forward, squatting down, looking at his pale-faced grandson, the latter wanted to speak, but his throat had been crushed, unable to say anything. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Liao Xianji placed his hand on the hollow pen core, releasing the Great Tide True Intent and Mud Swamp True Intent with Power into Liao Zhong’s body.

His expression changed drastically.

His grandson’s body was filled with a peculiar True Intent Force, of extremely high quality!

"This intensity of True Intent Force..."

Sweat appeared on Liao Xianji’s forehead, the perpetrator, could it be an old monster practicing martial arts for a hundred or two hundred years??

In fact, his guess wasn’t too far off.

Huang Qiuxian, though greatly wounded now, was once a Grandmaster, with undeniable talent,

Having practiced the Yin Snake Fist for more than a hundred years, the True Intent Force cultivated was far beyond what Liao Xianji could compare!

At this moment,

He meticulously investigated Liao Zhong’s internal state, his expression growing increasingly pale.

No way to help.

The sinister and chilling True Intent Force, like a venomous snake coiled and dormant, was at this moment slowly eroding Liao Zhong’s body,

once attempted to remove, this True Intent Force would immediately explode!!

"It’s over!"

Liao Xianji clenched his fists tightly, his nails embedded into his flesh, blood trickling down.

His children had died early, leaving only this grandson, and he himself had no chance of becoming a Martial Arts Master in this life, with not much lifespan left,

one could say that almost all his hopes were pinned on Liao Zhong.

"Old Liao." A familiar voice came.

He suddenly turned his head, ecstatic:

"Young master!"

Niu Dali had a stern expression:

"As soon as Principal Zhou notified me, I came straight away."

He nodded towards President Jiang, crouched down to examine Liao Zhong’s condition while asking:

"Who was it that struck?"

President Jiang waved his hand, a teacher hurried over with a phone, showing the corridor’s surveillance records.

With just a glance, both Niu Dali and Liao Xianji’s expressions changed drastically.

"Zhang Fusheng..."

The latter’s lips trembled slightly, he stood up with a boom:

"Young master, I must go find him!"

"There’s no time."

Niu Dali squinted his eyes, sensing Liao Zhong’s condition, when did his junior apprentice-master develop such a level of True Intent Force?

Truly a peerless prodigy carrying the Life Plate to become a god...

He sighed lightly:

"At most ten minutes, and Liao Zhong’s vital energy will be completely extinguished."

"When I came, I received news that over in the Ninth District, the dog that my junior is raising is forcibly taking over the hotel."

"The junior is diverting the tiger away from the mountain."

Liao Xianji collapsed to the ground as if his spine had been removed.

Niu Dali said coldly:

"Junior has such a ruthless heart, even if diverting the tiger, he should have left Liao Zhong with a life, now, there’s completely no hope... Who??"

He suddenly sensed something, turned his head suddenly,

everyone in the room sensed it too, looked up to see an elderly man in simple clothes had somehow already stood in the corner.

Niu Dali’s pupils shrank violently, seemingly recognizing the person, but immediately returned to normal, his expression showing no ripples:

"Who might you be?"

The change in him was only momentary, imperceptible to others,

but several kilometers away, under Zhang Fusheng’s Spiritual Thoughts, it was perfectly clear.

The senior apprentice-master indeed recognizes Zhong Mountain.

Was it through Liu Zhengbang?

The ’Zhong Mountain’ standing in the room said calmly:

"Why do you pretend not to recognize me, young friend?"

Niu Dali’s pupils contracted again.

Zhong Mountain no longer looked at him, walked over to the despondent Liao Xianji, towering over him:

"I can grant you a blessing, saving his life."

Liao Xianji rose suddenly and then knelt abruptly, the small, thin old man frantically kowtowed,

he didn’t know who this elder was, but at this moment he was like a drowning man, desperately trying to grasp any opportunity.

Through the previously left Spiritual Imprint, Zhang Fusheng was barely controlling the illusionary Zhong Mountain, and unless a Grandmaster came personally, it could almost pass as real.

Zhong Mountain, in front of Niu Dali, Liao Xianji, President Jiang, and others,

unashamedly said:

"You failed to make a name above High Heaven, thus there’s no talk of dedication, so..."

"it’s a price for a blessing."

"But, the blessing is not on you, it’s on others, that’s three prices for one blessing."

"Price....." The wizened old man with bloodshot eyes, spoke hurriedly: "I’m willing to give anything, anything!"

"High Heaven above."

Zhong Mountain extended his hand, outlining light and shadow, interweaving into an illusory contract.

"I will take your enlightenment, take the Killing Technique you have broken limits with, take your years in martial arts cultivation, these are the three prices."

"I will save his life, this is one blessing."

"Are you willing to accept?"

To take away enlightenment?

And the cultivation technique and years..... how could these be taken away?

How is it even possible to take them??

Everyone in the room, including Niu Dali, was perplexed and astonished.

What is High Heaven above again??

Liao Xianji furiously kowtowed, his voice hoarse:

"I’m willing, I’m willing!"

"The contract is established."

Zhong Mountain spoke in a low voice, as the withered old man knelt in front of him, he stretched out his hand, placing it on the old man’s head, his palm emitting a brilliant gem-like light, accompanied by a thunderous bell ringing.

’Dong!!!’

This scene seemed both real and illusory.