Secret Buyer-Chapter 336 - 258: The Great Prison of the Six Paths of Reincarnation
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe suddenly leaned in and whispered:
"They’re here!"
With a jolt, Meng Xiaoshi glanced over and saw those cultists from the Celestial Principle Sect approaching the mourning procession and the cemetery, conducting a search.
The two exchanged a glance, not too panicked—they had both altered their appearances.
"Stand in line!"
The steward leading the Celestial Principle Sect commanded, scanning everyone but found nothing unusual.
He furrowed his brows and looked at the compass in his hand.
The compass indicated that those two were indeed within a hundred miles—but nearly the entire area had been searched,
and the sect’s top figures were personally searching within Chang’an Town.
"Where exactly have they hidden?"
The steward murmured to himself, his gaze falling on a certain grave, his eyes gleaming:
"Go, dig up that grave."
At his command, a cultist stepped forward.
"What are you doing?!" Zhou Guifang panicked, trying to stop them, but Zhang Wentao grabbed her,
recognizing that these were probably cultists.
"Just searching for people."
The steward bowed in respect. Though the Celestial Principle Sect considered itself to embody the highest principles of heaven, treating all living things as mere insects feeding on heaven and earth,
in essence, the Celestial Principle Sect also belonged to ’Confucianism’, emphasizing etiquette and a certain form of righteousness.
Zhang Wentao pressed his lips together, holding his wife back and watching their son’s gravestone being dug out, as the coffin was unearthed and split open.
The steward stepped forward to peer inside, finding the coffin empty save for a few articles of clothing.
"A clothing grave..."
He glanced again at the photo on the gravestone, momentarily stunned.
Why does this look familiar?
The grave of beloved son Zhang Fusheng... Why does this name sound familiar?
His mind stalled, temporarily blanking out.
Suddenly, the Celestial Principle Sect’s steward realized!
"Zhang Fusheng!!"
He backed away several steps in shock, cold sweat breaking out as he looked at the couple as if they were monsters.
Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang were clueless, and Meng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe exchanged a glance, sensing something was off.
This supposedly dead "deceased" seemed... unusual??
Meng Xiaoshi recalled that fleeting eye contact and shivered,
Then watched as the steward of the Celestial Principle Sect personally restored the coffin and straightened the gravestone before fleeing with the other cultists as if he’d seen a ghost.
"This is truly seeing a ghost!" The steward murmured as he left, chills running down his spine, with a very bad feeling.
Zhang Fusheng!
The former Chief of Public Security in Chongyang—a Grandmaster, and even rumors say he was someone at the Innate Realm!
This grave...
He fled even faster.
The cemetery suddenly fell silent, and the mourners looked at each other in confusion.
Old Zhang was the first to regain composure, sighing in relief, comforting his wife:
"It’s alright, those were just cultists. Judging by their actions, they might be from the Celestial Principle Sect... they probably recognized Fusheng."
Meng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe exchanged another glance, question marks forming on their foreheads.
Knowing the cult’s name was one thing, but recognizing the specific sect at a glance?
Meng Xiaoshi watched the middle-aged man disperse the mourners, unable to contain her curiosity:
"Uncle Zhang, what do you do? You seem to know a lot about the cults."
Zhang Wentao glanced at these young people claiming to be Fusheng’s friends, whose words were full of inconsistencies,
He shook his head:
"I once pursued cultists, that’s all."
After a pause, Zhang Wentao’s eyes lit up slightly:
"Miss Meng, you mentioned earlier that Fusheng isn’t dead?"
"Not dead."
Meng Xiaoshi nodded affirmatively, increasingly curious about the couple and the not-quite-deceased deceased,
She succinctly explained:
"We are not ordinary people either. Earlier, we used some special techniques, and learned that Fusheng is still alive and on his way here, so there’s no need for you two to grieve anymore."
Joy showed on Zhou Guifang’s face,
But before Meng Xiaoshi could say more, Zhao Shanhe tugged at her sleeve:
"Time to go."
She realized it was time, bid farewell to the embracing, tearful couple, and turned toward the wilderness—they couldn’t return to Chang’an Town.
When far from the cemetery, Meng Xiaoshi recounted in detail what she had seen when using the Secret Technique and tapping into the Six Great Hells.
"I think it was just a coincidence, but something feels off... Who is this Zhang Fusheng?"
"I don’t know, and it’s not related to us." Zhao Shanhe said in a deep voice: "That middle-aged man in the couple likely worked in the Investigation Bureau."
"His son’s ’memorial plaque’ was enough to scare away the cultists from the Celestial Principle Sect. I suspect his son was also part of the Investigation Bureau, possibly a team leader, a Grandmaster."
Meng Xiaoshi understood and nodded:
"That’s probably the case. Next, we’ll have to camp in the wild. Let’s hope Chongyang quickly falls to the World Plateau..."
She sighed softly, concern written on her face, and then she and Zhao Shanhe suddenly halted.
All around, faint black mist began to surge.
"Something’s wrong!"
Zhao Shanhe’s expression changed, and behind his head appeared flames of Furnace Fire, with even a Sea of Spirit roiling—he was a Grandmaster indeed!
But soon,
The two completely gave up resisting.
In the mist emerged skeleton after skeleton, each with furnace fire floating behind their skulls,
and even two with Grotto Heavens on their backs...
Both felt an icy chill to their cores, sweat breaking out on their backs, and saw in the distance skeletons approaching, carrying several heads,
the heads of those cultists from moments ago.
’Gulp!’
Meng Xiaoshi swallowed, instinctively reaching for the burning Seal in her clothes, speaking with a quiver in her voice:
"Old Zhao, how’s our luck... is it still thriving?"
Zhao Shanhe licked his parched lips, performing a divination, a wry smile forming on his face:
"A sign of great fortune."
Meng Xiaoshi fell silent, unsure how endless swirling black mist and ominous skeletons could have anything to do with great fortune??
Her legs felt weak, yet the Seal in her possession grew hotter and hotter.
The formidable skeletons suddenly parted to the sides, opening a path.
They instinctively looked up and saw two figures slowly emerging from the mist, each massive skeleton of Innate Level prostrating on the ground.
"Hmm, it was you just now."
Meng Xiaoshi saw a somewhat familiar, handsome young man emerge from the mist, examining her with interest:
"Earlier, what method did you use to glimpse at me?"
Meng Xiaoshi was drenched in sweat, her scalp tingling—that fleeting eye contact had been no coincidence!!
The Seal in her possession grew unbearably hot.
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin, studying the young couple, softly exclaiming:
"Just now, when I glanced up, did I see a phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"
Meng Xiaoshi and Zhao Shanhe both swallowed, their hearts filled with trepidation.
They had encountered a true powerhouse.
