Secret Buyer-Chapter 133 - 117: Lofty! Lofty! Lofty Beyond Words!
"Name?"
"Zhang Fusheng."
"Chen Yuque."
Exhausted, a man and a woman replied, Zhang Fusheng looking as if he had a toothache:
"Just say whether that thing is a worthless mutt or not?"
Chen Yuque’s mouth twitched, nodding silently.
"Silence!"
The guard abruptly smacked the table, making a dull sound. As a guard of the legislative building, his cultivation level was not low, reaching the standard of Six Refinements.
This level, in a subordinate city, would be someone who could cause storms.
Another guard walked in at this moment:
"Checked the identification, no problem, they’re senior and intermediate inspectors from Chongyang City’s Public Security Bureau."
The guard’s expression remained unchanged, unmoved by the senior inspector’s status—this was the waiting area, the legislative building.
As guards of the legislative building, they had seen countless Martial Arts Masters, and even Grandmasters/Fusheng/Chongyang/over the years — not abundant, but certainly numerous.
"Looks like kids might speak without forethought."
The guard nodded, standing up:
"In that case, you both may leave."
Zhang Fusheng and Chen Yuque, with dark expressions, were chased out of the small dark room.
"And that worthless mutt?"
The former asked through gritted teeth.
Chen Yuque shook her head silently, then softly said:
"Since Junior Sister saw me alongside you, the plan you mentioned before, pretending to distance myself from you, may now be... impossible."
"Impossible or not."
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his fists:
"Right now, I just want to find my dear Third Senior Sister and identify this descending Living Buddha..."
Chen Yuque’s expression froze, cautiously asking:
"And then?"
"Then?" Zhang Fusheng’s face darkened: "Spank her butt!"
He walked back onto the bustling street, feeling troubled again.
Here’s the issue.
Under special materials pervasive against Divine Thought’s prying, how to find Lin Dongxi, that wretched kid?
Plain frustration.
"Let’s return to the hotel first," Zhang Fusheng said weakly, glancing at the distant legislative building with profound eyes.
A rare full moon hung in the sky.
......
"Someone accepted the bounty notice?"
The butler raised an eyebrow, appearing excited:
"Bring them to me."
He was a butler, but beyond just a butler.
The legislator family of the Golden Province, often called the ’Golden Clan.’
Every ten years, governors from the forty-nine provinces would rotate to prevent extending roots too deeply within the province,
but legislators do not rotate.
Each legislator symbolizes at least a century of family prosperity,
And as the head butler of such a family, he naturally held a high status.
Not much later.
A boy, seemingly five or six years old, was brought before the butler.
The head butler of the Golden Clan nearly grimaced.
He paused, sighed:
"Send him out."
The attendant nodded respectfully, preparing to lift the little brat by the neck.
"Hu Zhongli."
The childish voice sounded.
The boy said blandly:
"Hu Zhongli, you’d best come see me."
Zhou Muniu’s tone carried a superior feeling, and indeed he was superior—in mindset.
From a certain standpoint...
He was a Divine Envoy.
Central Pole Sect Leader! Emperor of the Underworld! Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate!!
The butler’s expression slightly tightened, sensing something amiss as he stared at the boy:
"Do you really have information about the Life-Extending Medicine?"
"Life-Extending Medicine? No."
The butler’s face fell:
"Throw him out!"
The attendant was about to move forward.
The butler saw the boy raise his head, looking at him with a calm, ant-like gaze,
The next second.
’Pop!’
A third eye abruptly opened on his forehead, filled with decayed, gray hues like rotten wood.
"Tell Hu Zhongli to see me."
Zhou Muniu, hands behind his back, spoke in an unquestionable tone,
like a god issuing a decree to mortals trapped in the dust.
The butler’s expression drastically changed.
......
Zhang Fusheng’s expression drastically changed.
No way.
How could he be so good at pretending??
Any movement of the Subordinate Soul was perfectly sensed by Zhang Fusheng, and Zhou Muniu’s conduct was all seen as ’clear as day.’
Could this guy be born with the Saint Physique of Pretending? How could he pretend better than me??
Zhang Fusheng’s expression shifted as he entered the hotel lobby, roughly forming some guesses in his mind.
Perhaps...
From Zhou Muniu’s perspective, he might not be ’pretending.’
In his own view,
He truly arrives bearing the Emperor’s Decree from the Underworld, descended upon the human world as the emissary of the Central Pole Sect Leader and Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate...
"Could be a blessing in disguise."
Zhang Fusheng, stroking his chin, muttered to himself, deciding to let Zhou Muniu freely exert himself, waiting for the real bluff moment, before stepping in.
Or rather, stepping down.
"What?" Chen Yuque carefully asked beside him.
"Nothing."
Zhang Fusheng pressed the elevator button, ascending to the 12th floor, looking at the ongoing cleanup and reconstruction of room 1202, he turned into the neighboring new room 1203.
"So, where did that brat Lin Dongxi go?"
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, closing the door with a bang, settling in the living room, simultaneously watching Zhou Muniu’s unfolding and browsing the Divine Net.
"This is quite interesting..."
His gaze locked onto the trading platform within the Divine Net.
Various items were being sold, from rusted scrap metal to Great Medicines and mystical treasures...
The Divine Net within the waiting area could certainly be called, aside from the Provincial Government’s Golden City, the most ’thriving’ of all,
After all, it’s a transit hub and the best place for fencing stolen goods.
Items that couldn’t be sold easily in other cities were entirely possible here in the waiting area.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Fusheng’s finger halted briefly on the screen, focusing on a pile of rusted scrap metal up for sale.
[Mysterious Palace Plaque]
[Price: 98 Pseudo Souls]
He clicked the image, his pupils suddenly contracting into pinpoints.
It was a seemingly unimpressive plaque inscribed with the bold characters ’Milo Celestial Palace.’
Milo Celestial Palace,
in mythology, the absolute center among the remaining thirty-three heavens, apart from the Three Pristine Heavens.
The Jade Emperor, residing in the Milo Celestial Palace, governs the heavens and oversees the heavenly order.
Is it a coincidental ’homonym,’ or??
Zhang Fusheng breathed rapidly, messaging the seller:
"No Pseudo Souls, how about 5 True Souls?"
A few seconds later, the seller replied:
"Deal, what’s your address?"
Zhang Fusheng entered the hotel address and room number, then waited a moment.
The seller’s message popped up:
"I’m in the wilderness; it would be morning when I get back, so I can deliver it around six o’clock tomorrow morning. Is the soul transaction related to the Divine Realm trade, or a container trade?"
Container?
Zhang Fusheng understood. People below the level of Grandmaster haven’t mastered the Divine Realm and naturally cannot contain a soul,
In such cases, the ’soul’ transaction involves storing the soul in a special container.
"Container trade," he messaged back, and the other party acknowledged receipt.
Zhang Fusheng calmed his excited mind, thought for a while, and ordered a soul container on the Divine Net, which wasn’t expensive. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Just seven thousand bucks.
The order was successfully submitted, and the estimated delivery time showed as... midnight.
"Half an hour, huh," Zhang Fusheng mumbled to himself, his eyes flickering.
Next door.
"Oh my god!"
Lin Dongxi lay on the bed, looking terrified:
"Have the minions of the God of Plague started spreading already?"
She took a few deep breaths, a look of apprehension and worry on her face.
That wouldn’t be Second Senior Sister and Junior Brother.
They were already notorious in Jiangzhou, notorious at the site of the Divine Descent. The most critical thing is.....
After being instigated by Niu Dali, can these two still walk side by side?
Lin Dongxi looked serious and murmured:
"No change in appearance, but inside, it’s probably a mess of flesh plague... the will dominating the body has likely become the will of the God of Plague."
She knitted her brows tightly. Is the God of Plague’s ambition so great?
Just descended and already letting the minions spread all around... planning to quietly sow the seeds of the flesh plague?
"This is troublesome. I won’t be able to leave the waiting area until the day after tomorrow....."
Lin Dongxi let out a breath:
"I still don’t know when I can take my place. What was I thinking back then, full of energy, playing the part of descending to experience trials?"
She truly can’t understand.
Lin Dongxi only knows she is a Living Buddha, but lacks specific memory and even corresponding divine techniques,
all she has is an astonishing talent.
In the past half-year, if she weren’t being drained every day by Niu Dali, how could she still be only at the Second Refinement?
Of course, she still occasionally has flashbacks of one or two images buried deep in her memory.
Those images are probably from her previous life, memories from a Different Dimension, perhaps.
"Great Belly Buddha..."
She murmured to herself.
Still finds this title very distasteful.
Like an illness.
"Given the current situation."
"Might as well order takeout!"
She placed an order, glanced at the time; it would take half an hour to deliver.
That is to say...
midnight.
"So hungry, so hungry!" She rubbed her belly and muttered, "No wonder it’s called Great Belly Buddha."
......
Parliament Building.
Zhou Muniu stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting.
Time ticked by, second by second.
11:38 PM.
’Creak～’
The ancient and solemn redwood door was opened by two attendants, and an elderly man, hunched over and emitting a clear smell of decay, slowly walked in.
"Hu Zhongli?"
The old man saw a child with three eyes on their forehead, sitting on a chair in a condescending manner, looking at him.
"It is I."
Hu Zhongli’s expression was momentarily tense, his gaze roving over the third eye of the other party, which clearly had a decaying wood-like grey and dreary color.
This made him very uncomfortable, reminding him of his own dying state like rotting wood.
The steward wisely retreated from the room, and the redwood door slowly closed.
"Who are you?"
Hu Zhongli spoke calmly; having been a Golden Legislator for over a hundred years, he had seen and been involved in everything,
not likely to be moved by a three-eyed child.
Even though the other was acting very high and mighty.
"Me?"
Zhou Muniu said calmly:
"I am merely an envoy, meeting you on behalf of my master."
His tone was extremely arrogant, and Hu Zhongli squinted slightly; this manner was reminiscent of those guys from the capital.
Not an act.
This child genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, looked down on him.
Hu Zhongli sat down leisurely:
"An envoy?"
He asked calmly:
"Does the person behind you have a Life-Extending Medicine? What’s the price?"
"Extending life?"
Zhou Muniu seemed to hear a grand joke, laughed disdainfully:
"Is life something that needs to be extended?"
"Life and death are all within my master’s control."
Hu Zhongli understood:
"An Evil God? Which sect do you belong to?"
He remained very calm:
"You cultists actually dare to sell Life-Extending Medicine to me? That’s quite something..."
"Impudent!!"
The boy issued a rebuke, all three eyes opening simultaneously, staring at the old legislator:
"How dare you refer to my master as an Evil God?"
He used to be an action team leader in the Investigation Bureau, naturally understanding the power of resurrecting the dead... a true deity can wield such power!!
Zhou Muniu stood up, stepping step by step closer:
"How could the capabilities of my master be something you, an ant, could understand?"
"Golden Legislator..."
He sneered, arrogantly turning around, stepping onto the wooden table and sitting cross-legged.
In Hu Zhongli’s puzzled gaze.
Zhou Muniu said faintly:
"You are fortunate."
"The master wishes to meet you personally."
All three of his eyes closed simultaneously.
At the same time.
In a Supreme Taoist Palace, a young man sitting on a meditation mat quietly descended his will, taking over the subordinate soul’s body.
One breath, two breaths.
The third breath.
Hu Zhongli saw the peculiar boy tremble slightly, his aura suddenly chaotic,
by the tenth breath.
Hu Zhongli suddenly shuddered.
Looking at the boy, who seemed unchanged, he suddenly felt as if gazing at the vast starry sky.
Like...
An ant peeping at the infinite blue sky.
High! High! High!
Indescribably high!!
Hu Zhongli’s pupils shrank dramatically; his initially calm mind was suddenly shattered, unexpectedly generating an impulse to prostrate!!
God.
It is a god!!
The old man breathed heavily, eventually bowing his head.
The boy opened his eyes.
He was clearly here, staring at the old man.
Yet the old man felt the gaze that was upon him... seemed to come from the infinite above, from the infinite heights.
"Who are you?"
He asked, trembling.
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