Secret Buyer-Chapter 212 - 164: The Tao Ancestor Gave Me Nine Holy Grails (Part 2)
"Miss Mingyue, this is a gift from the Celestial Venerate, bestowed upon you."
Miss Mingyue returned to her senses, cautiously holding the token, and gazed at the words "High Heaven" on it.
She exhaled lightly and said softly:
"So, does this mean I can... have an audience with Him?"
"In these next two days, perhaps even tonight."
Zhang Fusheng spoke in a deep voice, and the dry sound of bones rubbing together was somewhat grating to the ears.
He said:
"The Venerate’s attendant has shown me favor, though I’ve never left my name in High Heaven, I have had an audience with the Celestial Venerate."
"The Celestial Venerate said everything follows the natural order. Since it’s not yet time for me to enter High Heaven, I remain in the world—but I can pray to Him directly."
Pausing for a moment, Zhang Fusheng bowed and said:
"Though I do not know why I have earned the Celestial Venerate’s favor, I hope Miss Mingyue will keep this matter confidential."
"Of course."
Miss Mingyue solemnly put away the High Heaven Order.
She stared at the Skeleton Plague Ghost in front of her, somewhat lost:
"Everything has a celestial order. Though there are no longer any celestial beings, Young Master Zhang is destined to align with the Five Mansions Temple."
"Now, you have even gained the recognition of that figure..."
Miss Mingyue’s expression grew complicated:
"Even if it’s just an imprint of that figure, or... regardless, Young Master Zhang, you are destined to go far in the future."
Zhang Fusheng listened to Miss Mingyue’s fragmented words, feeling a deep sense of wonder.
An imprint can be understood.
But what was not spoken, the thing that was ’like’ Miss Mingyue herself, what could it be?
He thought of the infinitely thin version of Miss Mingyue in the Gate of the Past, viewed from a higher-dimensional perspective,
And he remembered the painting she spoke of, which was of great importance to her.
Zhang Fusheng shuddered.
Could it be that Miss Mingyue is not the true ’Mingyue,’ but rather a person from the painting?
Is she the moon within the painting, stepping out of it and into reality?
If this guess is correct, then many mysteries could easily be unraveled!
No wonder she can remain even when divine Buddhas have vanished.
No wonder her memories of the Mythical Era are incomplete.
Because she is just a painting.
Just the moon in the painting.
Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts raced as he remembered the form of the Strong Bull Demon, whispering to himself.
"If the form of the Strong Bull Demon is a contingency left by Old Bull."
"If Miss Mingyue truly stepped out of the painting, birthed a spirit, obtained, and inherited the true moon’s events and objects—could this painting be a contingency left by Immortal Zhenyuan?"
His thoughts swirled endlessly.
"Alright."
Miss Mingyue spoke softly, revealing nothing at this moment:
"Before the painting I spoke of was taken away by Young Master Zhang."
"I still have to pause in the starry sky, absorbing some special materials floating in the cosmos to maintain myself."
"I will not forcibly retain this body of yours, Young Master Zhang... if you encounter trouble you cannot face, you can silently recite my name three times."
Finished speaking,
Miss Mingyue reached out and gently pushed.
The Skeleton Plague Ghost floated up uncontrollably, drifting out of the carriage,
He saw the starry sky, saw the carriage, and saw the celestial horse that seemed to have walked out of a painting.
He fell, descending.
Falling back into a giant planet composed of infinite bubbles.
Falling from the sky.
’Boom!!!’
The Plague Ghost crashed to the ground, raising enormous dust clouds as a strong wind erupted, and from afar came cries and shouts.
Shaking his head, he focused his thoughts to transform an imagined black robe into reality, draping it over himself,
The surrounding dust gradually dissipating now.
He was in the desert of the waiting area, while in the distance lay a black market affected by the impact wave of his fall.
It was not the previous black market, but a new one opened on the other side of the waiting area—it was clearly not yet truly open, merely in its fledging stage.
But the initial setup was already torn apart by the wind and impact, amidst the ruins, there was only one old man crying out.
The old man was searching through the rubble for his cherished old tobacco pipe, cursing as he searched:
"Damn it, the previous place was so cursed, with terrible feng shui, now how come a new place is just as unlucky?"
The old man looked at the figure in the black robe within the dust and tucked his neck in fear, digging through the ruins for the tobacco pipe that had accompanied him for many years.
The Plague Ghost remained silent for a moment.
Zhang Fusheng himself felt a bit embarrassed, he also tucked his neck in, the sound of bones grinding as he directed the Plague Ghost to move towards the waiting area,
His main consciousness was already returning to Chongyang City.
......
The aerospace ship wove through the special route, slowly navigating between bubbles.
Almost there.
Lin Shiquan received a cup of tea handed to him by the team leader, sipped it, and calmly said:
"How much longer?"
"Ten minutes."
This Grandmaster slightly bowed his head, speaking solemnly:
"In ten minutes, precisely at noon, we will reach Chongyang City."
He paused, then looked at the young man whose cultivation was not higher than his own, yet held the position of special auditor, respectfully saying:
"However, the situation in Chongyang City isn’t very good at the moment; it is engulfed in turmoil."
"Is that so?"
Lin Shiquan nodded nonchalantly, placing the teacup down, and said softly:
"It’s none of our business, let it be chaotic... I heard that Elder Yu Huafeng is currently in Chongyang City?"
"Yes." The team leader nodded, standing with his hands at his sides, unmoving.
The special auditor holds a very special position,
Almost akin to an Imperial Envoy in ancient times.
Additionally, this ’Imperial Envoy Lin’ himself is of special status...
The nephew of Vice Director Lin Yusheng.
Lin Shiquan stretched lazily:
"I’ve never left Golden City before, how does Chongyang compare to Golden City?"
"Not worth mentioning."
"Is it that much worse? It’s still an upper-tier city, isn’t it?"
The team leader chuckled:
"The most formidable Great Cultivator in Chongyang City might at best be a Grandmaster, likely not a single one at the Innate Realm."
"I see."
Lin Shiquan nodded slightly, speaking softly:
"Then it really isn’t worth mentioning... Could you show me the file on Zhang Fusheng again?"
The team leader handed over a tablet, reminding:
"This person is just a side inquiry, not important, merely a small guy who escaped from Jiangzhou City, likely hasn’t dared to spread anything..."
"Yes, I know, it’s the so-called High Heaven matter that’s the real focus."
Lin Shiquan swiped the tablet, took a glance, and continued:
"But the High Heaven affair isn’t something we can handle; we’re only here to prepare the path. Once the information is confirmed, my uncle might come personally."
The team leader’s expression tightened, nodding respectfully before quietly stepping back.
Lin Shiquan leaned quietly in his chair, eyes lowered.
"High Heaven or Zhang Fusheng... none of it matters."
He muttered to himself, eyes slightly flickering.
When he set out, his uncle specifically instructed him to investigate a certain case, where eight Martial Arts Masters had died kneeling in the wilderness outside Chongyang City.
They were killed by that mysterious figure.
The origin of that mysterious figure is unknown, and those whom my uncle sent had no time to report their findings before they were all killed.
"Do not provoke, do not anger."
Lin Shiquan reminded himself softly, recalling his uncle’s instructions:
"Try to make cautious contact, attempt to convey a message of ’cooperation’... Will he agree?"
The young man rubbed his temples, feeling troubled and uneasy.
After all, he was to deal with a powerful unknown and mysterious individual.
But there was no other choice.
His uncle said that the Evil God had been overreaching lately, and if he continued doing as the Evil demanded, his uncle would eventually face an internal investigation.
In that case, there would indeed be trouble.
The Evil God must be eliminated.
Lin Shiquan touched his chest, where a letter from his uncle to the mysterious figure was placed.
"Ancestor of Land Immortals..."
He mumbled, exhaling heavily.
The aerospace ship gave a slight shudder.
The young man looked out of the ship’s window, seeing below a vast and bustling city,
The city was filled with flames and thick smoke from explosions, many aerospace ships hovering on all sides of the city could be seen.
Chongyang City had arrived.
"First, let that Zhang Fusheng come to see me."
(The next Chapter will be delayed a bit due to the morning’s discharge formalities being handled.)
