Secret Buyer-Chapter 117 - 106: Escape! Flee! (2/4)

"Flesh and blood inscriptions, divine decree from heaven."

Somewhere in the city, the spirited Huang Qiuxian furrowed his brow as he gazed at the divine decree of flesh and blood.

After the plague was eradicated by that True Man, all suffering vanished together,

The old man, who had already fallen to the First Refinement, was rapidly recovering at every moment—at this moment, he had returned to the level of a Martial Arts Master.

Soon, he would again be the Upper Envoy of the Eastern Sect, the Great Sect of the current age.

Huang Qiuxian stared intently at the words that appeared one after another on the great monument of flesh and blood.

[Seek]

[A person of Spiritual Perfection, True Divine Realm]

[Anchor Longevity Mountain, person of Heaven and Earth Five Mansions Temple]

[This person is in this city]

[Find him]

The scarlet words twisted slowly on the flesh monument, and Huang Qiuxian raised an eyebrow, murmuring in confusion.

"Longevity Mountain, Heaven and Earth Five Mansions Temple..."

"What is this strange scene, and who is anchoring it? Why would the God of Plague go to great expense to deliver this divine decree a day early, just to announce this matter?"

Huang Qiuxian didn’t understand, but he could guess that it was likely a struggle among the deities in a Different Dimension.

Meanwhile.

Ninth District.

The believers also saw the twisted divine decree on the great monument of flesh and blood, discussing, puzzled, and confused.

Kong Dongyan swallowed his saliva:

"It’s truly a strange matter, Heaven and Earth Five Mansions Temple sounds like a Taoist temple name. Could it be that the Venerable God of Plague’s abode is in a Different Dimension? No, no..."

He was confused and looked at the mysterious youth who even the Great Sect came to meet personally:

"Brother Zhang."

Younger Brother Zhang had become Brother Zhang.

Kong Dongyan clicked his tongue in wonder:

"What do you think?"

Staring at the great monument of flesh and blood, Zhang Fusheng came back to his senses, precisely controlling every inch of muscle on his body without revealing a trace of abnormality:

"What else can we do but stand and watch? Matters of divine decree are vague and difficult to understand."

He said this, with a tightening feeling in his heart.

Damn!

The Ancestor of Land Immortals was just yelling for him to use the flesh and blood fungus of the God of Plague’s divine descent as a sacrifice to build the Blood Shrine,

And now, the God of Plague descends with a divine decree, looking for me!

Damn.

These two must be fighting in that Different Dimension, right??

Ugh.

With a heart full of unease, Zhang Fusheng felt a strange sensation arise within him,

’Plague Emperor’ and ’Zhen Yuanzi’ fighting... such a niche term!

But replacing them with the God of Plague and Ancestor of Land Immortals,

sounds more reasonable.

Why does he want to find me?

Will he seal off Jiangzhou and do a person-by-person search after completing the divine descent??

A chill rose in Zhang Fusheng’s heart, yet neither his body nor his expression showed any sign of abnormality, instead, he looked curious:

"Strange indeed, Brother Kong, what do you think?"

"Me? I’m just standing around watching too."

Kong Dongyan smiled wryly, not bothering with the somewhat confused Western Believers, offering a ceremonial gesture:

"Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with us, no need to pay attention. However, Brother Zhang, I’ve come to offer apologies for my indiscreet junior brother."

Jiang Shutong trembled, gritted his teeth, and suddenly knelt on the ground,

Banging his head three times loudly:

"Brother Zhang, I was ignorant and fearless before, please forgive me!"

Zhang Fusheng shrugged:

"It’s nothing serious, no need to be like this. I’m not so petty."

Kong Dongyan breathed a slight sigh of relief, cast a stern glance, and scolded:

"Why are you not going to reflect?"

Jiang Shutong rolled and crawled away.

Turning back, he gave Zhang Fusheng an apologetic smile:

"I originally intended to skin and dismember him to apologize to you, Brother Zhang, but... he’s still of great use to me..."

Zhang Fusheng blinked, temporarily suppressing his inner panic, curiously asking:

"Oh? What’s that about?"

Kong Dongyan hesitated for a moment, whispering:

"I am a disciple of the Ancient Saint Sect within Confucianism. Our sect is different from the Celestial Principle Sect, which holds the Celestial Principle as supreme and declares the extinction of human desires, making all beings puppets."

"Our Ancient Saint Sect advocates benevolence, righteousness, morality, knowing gratitude and repaying kindness, and fulfilling loyalty and filial piety."

Zhang Fusheng recalled Kong Dongyan at the train station, giving a coin to a beggar,

Then taking all the money from the beggar’s bowl, his lip twitched:

"Brother Kong takes such care of this junior brother, perhaps it is for the sake of repaying kindness..."

"That’s right, it seems Brother Zhang is quite familiar with our sect."

Kong Dongyan chuckled gently, elegantly:

"I’ve been guiding this junior brother personally in practicing, teaching him principles of life, and rules of the world."

"With the intention that, someday in the future, when I encounter an insurmountable bottleneck, this junior brother will remember my kindness and offer his life to fulfill me."

He spoke lightly:

"Of course, if he violates the sect’s precepts or faces a mortal calamity, he may also repay kindness by taking punishment or disaster, or exchanging his life for mine."

"This is the way of cultivation in our Ancient Saint Sect."

Zhang Fusheng opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but he couldn’t say anything.

Unbelievable.

Kong Dongyan hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and seemed to make a great decision:

"How about..."

"Brother Zhang, today you bestow something to me?"

He stated solemnly:

"Thus, I would owe Brother Zhang a favor."

Zhang Fusheng blinked:

"Why is this necessary?"

Although he said this, his hands were not slow. He took the tray of food from a Western Sect disciple nearby,

Kong Dongyan candidly said:

"Brother Zhang’s ability to have the Upper Envoy overseeing the divine descent personally greet you must mean there’s something special about you. I don’t know what it is, but I’m willing to bet on it."

He explained:

"Human nature tends to favor those who owe them favors. By owing Brother Zhang a favor, we forge a connection—later, it will certainly be a drop of kindness, repaid with a torrent!"