Secret Buyer-Chapter 118 - 106: Escape! Flee! (2/4)

"Well said, well said."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, handing over a tray:

"How about the favor of a meal?"

Kong Dongyan accepted without hesitation, devouring the few dishes and rice in three or four bites.

He then took out a note from his chest with the words ’Kong Dongyan’ written on it, offering it with both hands:

"A meal can save a starving person from life and death, the favor of a meal must be repaid a thousandfold, this is my favor note."

"According to the inviolable rules of my Ancient Saint Sect, in the future, when I see this favor note, no matter how difficult, I must repay the favor!"

Zhang Fusheng cheerfully put away the note, finding Kong Dongyan more pleasing to the eye, but suddenly startled.

Am I under some spell?

How can I have an inexplicable fondness for Kong Dongyan??

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the elegant young man’s throat, unleashing great strength!

"Are you plotting against me?"

Kong Dongyan’s heart trembled violently, at this moment he was already a Martial Arts Master, even though he had opened the Spleen Secret and not the Kidney Secret,

he still had nearly three hundred thousand pounds of strength!

But he was still not as strong as Zhang Fusheng, who hadn’t even stepped into the realm of a Martial Arts Master??

He struggled to breathe, his face flushing red, not daring to use the Qi Blood Smoke — intuition told him that if he dared to use it, he would surely die.

Kong Dongyan said with difficulty:

"Brother Zhang, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

"This is the path of cultivation of my Ancient Saint Sect, not a plot against Brother Zhang, Brother only feels a fondness for me..."

"I must repay the favor to Brother at all costs!"

"If not, Brother Zhang can inquire with that Upper Envoy of the Western Sect..."

Zhang Fusheng squinted, releasing his grip:

"Is that so?"

Kong Dongyan took a couple of breaths, smiling bitterly:

"Indeed, this is how my Ancient Saint Sect cultivates, putting benevolence and righteousness first, establishing words and conduct. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"One bestows favors below, seeking repayment, incurring favors above, seeking blessings....."

Zhang Fusheng was silent for a moment, this guy, he’s quite frank.

He carefully examined himself and indeed found that he only had a slight fondness for Kong Dongyan, merely finding him a bit more likable.

"Then I’ll go consult Miss Mingyue."

Zhang Fusheng turned around, just about to walk towards the hall, when he saw the hall door suddenly open,

Miss Mingyue, draped in a thin veil, stepped out, gazing at the fleshly stele and the divine prophecy upon it.

On her face, Zhang Fusheng saw a complex expression.

A moment passed.

"Young Master Zhang."

Miss Mingyue drifted over like a breeze, gently taking Zhang Fusheng’s hand:

"I have something to ask you."

Pausing, she calmly said:

"Moreover, what this Confucian disciple said is true, the favor note brings only benefits to you....."

As she spoke, Kong Dongyan, mustering his courage, presented a favor note to this ’Grandmaster’, cautiously saying:

"Grateful for the protection of the Upper Envoy, I am eternally thankful, the kindness of the Upper Envoy is profound, I hope....."

Miss Mingyue casually accepted the favor note, not even glancing at Kong Dongyan, and led Zhang Fusheng towards the hall.

They entered together, and the hall door closed with a resounding boom.

She led Zhang Fusheng to sit in a chair and poured him another cup of Calming Tea.

Miss Mingyue fixed her gaze on this frail-looking young man, her tone laced with a hint of barely noticeable tension.

"Young Master Zhang, you are to leave tomorrow."

"But I still have one question for you."

"You previously said you anchored the Danxia Divine Mountain with that Nine-Ring Scepter — is it that very mountain mentioned in the prophecy, the Longevity Mountain, Heaven and Earth Five Mansions Temple?"

Zhang Fusheng’s body stiffened.

......

At the edge of the city.

The Buddha Son glanced at the massive fleshly stele prophecy, smirking, gently patting the head of the Human Treasure:

"Good Human Treasure, eat, keep eating."

Niu Dali emitted a disgraced, low growl, but couldn’t control himself, taking bite after bite of the fleshly curtain.

Strangely,

though the fleshly curtain Niu Dali gnawed at was healing, it was doing so very slowly,

In just a moment, the Buddha Son had already delved over a hundred meters into the fleshly curtain, not much further to go to exit.

Niu Dali, while gnawing on the fleshly curtain, voiced out with crazed and reluctant tones:

"My junior brother, he is also from the Ling Mountain lineage!"

"My master, Hong Tianbao, is also a remnant of Ling Mountain!"

The Buddha Son seemed unfazed, nodding lightly:

"Oh, okay."

Niu Dali refused to accept this, swallowing the fleshly curtain in large gulps, gritting his teeth:

"Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron! My grandmaster has Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron!"

This time, the Buddha Son was taken aback, his face showing surprise and doubt.

"Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron..."

Suddenly sensing something, he put down the clay jar and reached into a cloth bag to pull out the divine pestle, a respectful expression appearing on his face as he knelt and held the pestle high with both hands.

"Welcome, the oracle of the Great Black Heaven!"

The glowing divine pestle trembled slightly, reflecting the Six-armed Great Black Heaven, and a majestic voice unexpectedly resonated!

The form of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven, majestic and complete.

"My child..."

The voice of the Great Black Heaven was obscure and faint, as though it penetrated with great difficulty.

"Are you... still in... Jiangzhou?"

Clearly, it couldn’t see the surroundings here.

"I am, I’m here." The Buddha Son answered respectfully.

"Escape."

In the obscure voice of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven, there was a deep sense of fear:

"Escape! Flee quickly!"

The Silent Fury Buddha Son was stunned, having served the Great Black Heaven for so many years, it was the first time he heard the deity tremble so fearfully.

The obscure voice of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven came again.

"Yesterday..."

"When you borrowed my power to use the Three-Faced Divine Pestle..."

"An unknown presence gazed from the infinite heights!"

"It was there, in the vastness..."

The Buddha Son paused, yesterday?

Wasn’t that when he used the divine pestle to create the Human Treasure in the underground river?

He was puzzled:

"Great Black Heaven, why are you only saying this now?"

After a moment.

The obscure, majestic yet barely perceptibly trembling voice of the Great Black Heaven came again.

"Because."

"It was only today that it observed the me of yesterday..."

"It resides in a Taoist Palace of infinite height."

"Its gaze transcends ages and time."

"It looks at you, or at me."

The Six-armed Great Black Heaven narrated in an enigmatic chant:

"Flee... Jiangzhou..."

The illusory vision gradually faded, and the Buddha Son silently placed the divine pestle back into the cloth bag.

"What’s the matter?" Mingfei leaned on his back, asking softly.

The Buddha Son said nothing, only a growing, radiant smile appeared on his face.

"It is Him."

The Buddha Son murmured to himself.

An infinitely high Taoist Palace, an infinitely high presence, yesterday...

It was that compassionate Celestial Venerate.

Yesterday, in the underground river, was it not the first time he touched the Command of High Heaven?

His last doubt about the Celestial Venerate was completely gone, picking up the perplexed Human Treasure from the ground, he said softly:

"Great Black Heaven above... no."

"Celestial Venerate above."

The Buddha Son then pressed the Human Treasure against the curtain of blood.

"You, lucky one, appearing before the Celestial Venerate as a sacrificial treasure."

Niu Dali silently gnawed at the curtain of blood, which was starting to emit a thin radiance—indicating they were close to the exit.

He knew that the Great Black Heaven was one of the high deities of the Mandala Lineage.

Though he didn’t know who the Celestial Venerate was.

But he clearly heard it now.

The Buddha Son seemed to want to offer him to a presence that even the Great Black Heaven feared...

He fiercely gnawed at the curtain of blood, his eyes showing an extreme crimson.

"I truly, truly am the destined one..."

"The Celestial Venerate is my chance to change fate, surely, I’ll gain the special favor of that unknown presence!"

"If worst comes to worst, I’ll serve that presence like an ox or a horse or a dog!"

Niu Dali thought wildly as he continued gnawing:

"Buddha Son..."

"Zhang! Fusheng!"

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

’Crack!’

The curtain of blood was completely bitten through, sunlight breaking through.

The Buddha Son held the Human Treasure, looking back at the slowly regenerating curtain of blood, caressing the Command of High Heaven in his hand.

He was thinking.

How should he contact that ’Infinite Celestial Venerate’?

(The serialized Chapters add up to 8,000 words with two posted at noon, totaling 16,000 words including the bonus two. Afterward, three Chapters are guaranteed at noon daily.)

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