Secret Buyer-Chapter 269 - 206: The Celestial Human Hands Me an Invitation of Favor
All the Innate ones fled quickly.
The scene just now was too terrifying,
Drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, and releasing; everything in heaven and earth faded,
The black-robed monk who dared to fight to the death and brought the Divine Realm into reality couldn’t even resist and was nailed dead in the black and white of everything!
The stone Buddha crumbled to dust, and the Buddha Country vanished into nothingness.
No one knew what the relationship between the Ox Demon and that peach tree was, nor how he shot that arrow,
But.
They knew, escaping was the right thing to do.
Afraid to become the next person targeted by the Divine Bow!
The many Innate ones fled wildly, and figures as brilliant as the sun disappeared, leaving only two suns in this small world.
One was the true sun in the sky, and the other was the ancient war chariot with dazzling golden light.
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes slightly, the turbulent and restless Essence, Qi, and Spirit inside him slowly calmed down; this arrow was not easy for him either,
Drawing upon his entire body’s energy, he forcibly borrowed the momentum from the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book—merely borrowing the momentum!
"Truly worthy of being a supreme treasure famed in the Divine Buddha Era for killing..."
Zhang Fusheng lowered his head and glanced at Chongshan City, which clearly had a big problem,
In the city, the old, the young, women, and children all stared blankly, woodenly and rigidly gazing at him.
"All are dazed and lost, with their souls seemingly possessed or controlled by something, related to that celestial human from the Celestial Principle Sect?"
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, there were too many strange things in this place, even as he sat here, he felt uneasy all over,
After deeply gazing at the Ten Directions Vortex, he drove the golden ancient war chariot, found a channel, and rumbled away.
......
"That Ox Demon...."
After moving away from Chongshan City, the Divine Favor Envoy was still filled with lingering fear, muttering lowly:
"Although he’s Innate, it seems he hasn’t transformed his acupoints into Grotto Heavens, yet he gives me an extremely dangerous feeling."
Beside him, another Divine Favor Envoy from the Western Sect nodded:
"He almost shattered that Innate from the Pantheon with just a bit of the Power of Heaven and Earth and heavy brute force, and this is just the beginning."
"Mainly, it’s still that arrow."
The two Divine Favor Envoys exchanged a look without words.
After a long time.
Massaging his brow, Zhou Chonglou continued:
"First, spread the news, let those in the sect be cautious and pay attention to this Ox Demon, perform grand rites and worship upon seeing him."
As he spoke, he seemed distracted, recalling the arrow that discolored heaven and earth, shivering.
How dangerous!
Upon introspection, if that Divine Arrow was aimed at himself?
Zhou Chonglou considered thousands of solutions and finally discovered—it was unsolvable.
Unless he could dodge it.
But can he really dodge it?
At that time, he wasn’t even locked onto by the Divine Arrow but still sensed a chilling breath,
Just a glance, and his mind was left with only one word.
Death!!
Once more, he anxiously massaged his brow:
"Let’s not talk about this Ox Demon for now; Chongyang should be taking action."
The other Divine Favor Envoy nodded:
"A bit troublesome, that guy named Zhang Fusheng disappeared, I’ll have the believers all look for him and see if we can find him."
Zhou Chonglou nodded:
"Zhang Fusheng is the key to obtaining the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, but according to those below, this young fellow is quite rebellious, not very obedient."
"If he safely returns, he’ll need a good beating."
The two Divine Favor Envoys continued their conversation, both somewhat absent-minded, still recalling that arrow where the world lost color,
With few words, they decided on Chongyang matters.
"Going to Chongyang?"
The Divine Favor Envoy asked.
"Going to Chongyang!" Zhou Chonglou nodded lightly.
......
Spring Thunder City.
This is an ordinary subordinate city.
Standing in the wild mountains outside the city, Zhang Fusheng used a vast will to erase sensitive memories of Wei Qingshan, the old fisherman, and Uncle Yu and Aunt Li, sending them off into the city.
For him now, this is effortless, no longer needing to rely on the Contract for transactions.
"Master..."
Wei Lingzhu gazed at the direction of her leaving brother, speaking absently:
"When will I be able to see my little brother again?"
"After this period passes."
Still maintaining the Ox Demon form, Zhang Fusheng spoke in a low voice, and as he talked, hot breath spouted from his nose.
He said slowly:
"I’ve left a spiritual imprint on your brother, he won’t encounter any danger, cultivating in the subordinate city peacefully isn’t a bad thing."
He continued,
Zhang Fusheng watched the backs of Uncle Yu and Aunt Li, sighing lightly.
Ultimately, he changed his decision.
For him now, intervening in the Investigation Bureau wouldn’t be a difficult task, but forcing Uncle Yu and Aunt Li to get involved?
The benefits aren’t big.
In fact, it would bring them great crisis.
Zhang Fusheng personally cleansed the bodies of the two, forcibly unlocking secret passages in the organs,
Guiding them on the spiritual level.
It’s foreseeable that, before long, the two will become Grandmasters—after all, it’s the baptism of an Innate.
And as long as they don’t get involved in this muddy water of his, the two Grandmasters can live very well in the subordinate city.
Zhang Fusheng rubbed the small sacrificial altar given by Uncle Yu, a treasure of the Western Sect, the altar has completed the sacrifice and can be used at any time to communicate with specific deities.
He put the altar away.
"Master, where are we going now?" Wei Lingzhu looked at the terrifying Ox Demon over a zhang tall, unafraid, and asked softly.
"Where to..."
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, hesitating, directly return to Chongyang?
Or go to Dragon Boat City first?
As he pondered, he suddenly frowned, turned his head, and looked at a void place.
"Since you’ve come, why hide in the shadows?"
Wei Lingzhu looked over in shock, seeing the air ripple, and an elderly man full of a scholarly aura walked out.
Zhang Fusheng, expressionless, placed his palm on the small altar.
An unfathomable old entity.
Old Master’s gaze was glued to Wei Lingzhu, and from the intense excitement, his heart pounded frantically.
Heaven...
He struggled to withdraw his gaze from Wei Lingzhu and curiously examined the Ox Demon, slightly bowing:
"Resembling an Ox Demon, yet mastering the Buddhist Family’s secret techniques, with faint Buddha’s Light, looking sacred and solemn, and shot an arrow that made even my heart tremble... Do you have a title?"
Zhang Fusheng thought for a moment, then calmly replied:
"Strong King Bodhisattva."
The Old Master’s pupils suddenly contracted, nearly choking.
What the heck??
Zhang Fusheng wasn’t just spouting nonsense. In the mythological stories, the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, the Ox Demon King, indeed had a version where, after being captured by Nezha and others, he went west, entered Ling Mountain, and eventually became a Bodhisattva—Strong King Bodhisattva.
Or perhaps the Strong Ming King Bodhisattva.
Although this is a conjecture of later generations, it doesn’t hinder Zhang Fusheng from using it directly.
The Old Master squinted his eyes:
"So you are a Bodhisattva who has come through a tribulation? From Ling Mountain or a Mandala?"
Zhang Fusheng held up the small altar with one hand, secretly tapping a few rhythms, and finally felt at ease:
"What about Ling Mountain? What about Mandala?"
His tone became quite rude. This old man was unfathomable, his presence felt like a vast abyss—a true celestial human perhaps.
But it didn’t matter.
The Old Master frowned:
"Though you are a Bodhisattva, you have not yet reached perfection, and are probably only at the innate level now? Thus..."
Suddenly he fell silent.
The altar in the Ox Demon’s hand glowed, and a semi-transparent elegant woman quietly stood beside him.
"Thus what?"
Zhang Fusheng asked.
The Old Master remained silent, chuckled awkwardly, and made a gesture of respect:
"It was rude and presumptuous of me."
A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, evaporating instantly.
Damn.
How could there be a deity here??
The Old Master’s lips twitched. Although the figure looked illusory, it was clearly a descending will, yet it emanated an air of superiority—it was a deity!
And so vivid, this deity was probably not far away—certainly not in a different dimension,
so much so that their true form could arrive maybe within a few breaths.
He regretted jumping out.
Zhang Fusheng, emboldened, smiled and asked:
"And who are you, sir?"
"Golden University... to speak frankly, Ancient Saint Sect, Old Master." The Old Master introduced himself, forcing a smile.
Miss Mingyue glanced charmingly at the towering Ox Demon, teasingly thinking that Young Master Zhang was using her to bluff?
Yet her true form couldn’t come in and was stuck in the starry sky—it didn’t matter though.
That altar, though small, allowed a strand of will to descend, enough to exert some celestial human’s ability.
Zhang Fusheng then smiled again and asked:
"And what brings the Old Master to seek me?"
The Old Master paused and honestly confessed:
"Firstly, it’s about the different place within the vortex. I wish to resolve some doubts, but more importantly..."
His gaze settled on the shrinking girl beside him.
Zhang Fusheng was startled, Wei Lingzhu?
Confusion appeared on his face, and the Old Master appropriately explained:
"The first time I saw this girl, I noticed she seemed to carry extremely rich innate literary fortune—joining our Ancient Saint Sect would almost guarantee her becoming a celestial human!"
Innate literary fortune?
Zhang Fusheng squinted, what is that?
It sounds deeply connected to Confucianism—he suddenly thought of the mysterious Ancient Saint trapped in the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs.
"So, Old Master intends to snatch my precious disciple?"
"Bodhisattva jests, I dare not, I dare not..." The Old Master repeatedly paid respects, cautiously, seemingly hesitant.
Finally, he said:
"But Bodhisattva, the girl’s innate literary fortune is indeed the most I’ve seen in my life..."
The Old Master’s gaze was locked on Wei Lingzhu, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.
Outsiders wouldn’t know, but being from the Ancient Saint Sect, being a celestial human in Confucianism, the Old Master clearly sensed an ocean-like, vast literary fortune upon the girl!
Such literary fortune, even with slight guidance, could surely make her a celestial human or even a deity in Confucianism one day!
He was itching all over.
Zhang Fusheng and Miss Mingyue exchanged a glance, both noticing the fanaticism in the Old Master’s eyes,
a celestial human from Confucianism suddenly jumping out from nowhere...
Again, Zhang Fusheng thought of that mysterious Ancient Saint, and the oddities about this first disciple of his.
"What does the Old Master wish to do?"
Zhang Fusheng asked lightly.
The Old Master hesitated, then said:
"To the Bodhisattva, I wish to be her teacher—not a master, just a teacher."
"If the Bodhisattva is displeased, I can also give Dharma Marvel to the Bodhisattva, for you to pass on."’
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised:
"Why go to such lengths?"
The Old Master paused, cupping his hands:
"To be honest with both of you, although I’m a celestial human in the Ancient Saint Sect, I don’t follow the paths of repaying grace or emphasizing filial piety."
"I walk the path of education, hence I abandoned my past name and called myself Old Master."
Zhang Fusheng squinted, grace, filial piety, education.
The three cultivation techniques and paths within the Ancient Saint Sect.
The Old Master continued in a deep voice:
"If I were to see a person with such sage potential and ignore it, my cultivation path would be cut off, fearing I cannot progress further."
Listening to him, Zhang Fusheng’s mind started to move,
Among the various sects, the Ancient Saint Sect and the Eastern Sect are relatively the most normal,
A celestial human from the Ancient Saint Sect, if recruited...
He pondered, speaking softly:
"I am Lingzhu’s master, and I will pass on the teachings, but..."
After careful consideration.
The towering Ox Demon, under the Old Master’s astonished gaze, slowly transformed into a young man with graceful yet majestic features.
"But, if the Old Master is willing, constantly being beside, assisting in teaching, is not impossible."
The Old Master recognized Zhang Fusheng at first glance—this was one of his purposes for coming, to bring back Zhang Fusheng for Cui Qingyi, and incidentally eliminate Cui Wenda.
But now?
What of Cui Qingyi? What of the Qinghe Cui Family?
Unimportant.
His gaze was fixed on Wei Lingzhu, a faint, almost imperceptible clear aura in his eyes—he had lied.
According to the art of gazing, how could Wei Lingzhu be merely a sage potential?
She was clearly, clearly of Supreme Saint potential!!
Great Perfection Celestial Position, throughout countless years, no one has had the qualifications to occupy it— but now there is.
The Old Master paused, doing a double hand clasp, solemnly said:
"If the Bodhisattva allows me to assist in teaching, surely, I would be immensely grateful!"
He even handed over an invitation of favor.
