Secret Buyer-Chapter 43: Dad’s Secret (3K)

Dinner is over.

Zhang Fusheng, in his own quiet room, silently practiced the Tiger Roar Fist, simultaneously using the Spring Thunder Technique to vibrate his tendons and bones, channeling a vast amount of Mysterious Factors into his body, achieving one Circulation of Heaven after another.

"Does the form of the Divine Realm have to be fixed?"

"Life Soul.....where do I find a Life Soul?"

He was somewhat troubled.

His second senior sister said that the Life Soul of a cultivating planet is only available in at least medium-sized cities for sale, and the price is exorbitant, with even the cheapest and most inferior Life Soul costing a few hundred thousand.

As for the most expensive?

That’s a nine-figure sum.

"The physical body is a precious raft; without enough physical cultivation, I can’t fully utilize the power of the Divine Realm."

As he practiced the Tiger Roar Fist repeatedly, Zhang Fusheng’s spiritual will captured the vast Mysterious Factors, forcibly pressing them into his body,

His body was rapidly strengthening, with his skin slowly being refined to Perfection...

With the fist complete, the wind ceased.

Third Refinement Perfection, with physical strength of 3,200 pounds.

"Not enough."

"Far from enough."

Zhang Fusheng quietly assessed his current state, with only a Subordinate Soul’s True Divine Realm and Third Refinement Perfection cultivation,

In terms of techniques, Perfect Tiger Roar Fist, Minor Perfection Spring Thunder Technique, Second Form New Death Appearance, Third Form Giant Form, and Seventh Form Bone Scattering Form.

"The use of the New Death Appearance lies in concealment, the Giant Form in expanding to increase strength, as for the Bone Scattering Form....."

He gradually turned into grim white bones, but this was not the true Bone Scattering Form, just a ’prelude’.

According to the Great Sunlight 72 Snow Mountain Scripture, and the complete Grim White Bone Observation,

The Seventh Form, Form and Spirit, Bone Scattering Form, has its own proof in words.

[Withered grass entwines the bones, dispersing the unreachable places, nails and hair scatter over the fields, skulls decay at the cluster’s end]

The appearance of Bone Scattering is that even the bones scatter, gone!

Zhang Fusheng clasped his hands together with a sigh.

The grim white bones crumbled into dust, yet he still stood there, albeit shapeless.

The so-called Bone Scattering Form should be called the [True Soul Form]!

A semi-transparent silhouette slowly floated up.

"What a peculiar experience. My form has clearly dissolved, yet I can still sense my heart beating, blood flowing, and I still possess 3,200 pounds of strength."

Zhang Fusheng looked at his semi-transparent hand:

"Moreover, I can still fly and even pass through solid objects."

"In this form, I only possess the characteristics of a ’soul’, but my body is actually still here."

He marveled, the Eight Forms of Form and Spirit, indeed each one stronger and stranger than the last, relying on countless episodes of falling into demons and madness, relying on the moment of Realm Breakthrough Perfection,

he somehow skipped directly over the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Forms, achieving the Bone Scattering Form.

"If the Bone Scattering Form is like this, what can the Eighth Form, called the [Ancient Tomb Form], achieve?"

Reformed into white bones, white bones grew flesh, transforming back into a person.

"Under normal circumstances, relying on the Tiger Roar Fist, I should be unbeatable in the Third Refinement, although the Fourth Refinement might be challenging, lacking a thousand pounds of strength."

"If you count the New Death Appearance and the Giant Form, especially the latter with its threefold strength increase, in pure power, I can rival a Sixth-Refined Martial Artist!"

Zhang Fusheng licked his lips:

"And if I use the Bone Scattering Form, with virtual and real forms at will, I estimate I can fight against the Eighth or Ninth Refinements, but beyond that.....it seems I wouldn’t be able to break through their defenses."

After Bone Scattering, only one virtual form remains,

This form can be both illusionary and real, purely driven by one’s own will,

In other words, Zhang Fusheng can use the virtual form for defense and the real form to punch someone!

"In a virtual form, even a Martial Artist at the Twelve Refinements can’t harm me; they’re only using brute force."

"Unfortunately, that’s all I can achieve."

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat regretful; while the Twelve Refinements couldn’t harm him, he couldn’t harm the Twelve Refinements either.

Even using the Divine Realm, unless risking severe injuries or even collapse, forcibly manifesting the Divine Realm in reality, he could at most trap the enemy, unable to cause actual harm.

"The only methods I currently know that can harm or even kill someone in the Divine Realm are the Five Thunders Technique and Subordinate Soul, the former requiring a Martial Arts Master to fully utilize, so I can only pursue the path of Subordinate Soul."

Zhang Fusheng licked his lips; what would this be, refining his Spiritual World into a Ten Thousand Souls Banner?

"My moral bottom line is still too high."

He muttered to himself.

If not, with his current abilities, killing and soul-stealing would be all too simple.

Jiangzhou City has a population exceeding ten million.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, gathering his thoughts.

"Below the Ninth Refinement, I can kill; above the Ninth Refinement, they can’t do anything to me."

"If I were to encounter a Martial Arts Master described as ’Non-human’...either intimidate or flee!"

Zhang Fusheng had a clear understanding of his position.

Ding-a-ling!

The phone vibrated slightly.

"Dad, what’s up?" He answered, asking cheerfully, then raising his voice by eight tones: "Coming to Jiang University? At this time??"

Zhang Fusheng furrowed his brow:

"Dad, didn’t you tell Sister Xixi that Jiangzhou City is not very peaceful now?"

Sister Xixi, Zhang Xiaoxi, his cousin, the daughter of his uncle Zhang Wenhua.

"I did tell them."

Zhang Wentao said helplessly:

"They don’t quite believe it... although I also think it’s fine, it’s the Third District, not the Lower Three Districts, just don’t take your Sister Xixi to the Lower Three Districts."

Zhang Fusheng felt a bit of a headache:

"So what is Sister Xixi coming for?"

His dad replied:

"Your Sister Xixi is going to the province to participate in some competition, using Jiang University’s exchange student spot, she needs to sign some documents at Jiang University, and she’s also coming to see you."

"What documents?"

Zhang Fusheng asked with a frown:

"I’ve recently been getting along well with a teacher at Jiang University, if possible, I can have them send the documents to Dragon Boat City for Sister Xixi to sign."

On the other end, his dad was clearly taken aback:

"Really? In just a few days, you’ve become so capable?"

"Why would I lie to you? I won’t hide it anymore, the dojo master thinks I have great potential and accepted me under his wing."

His dad was a bit skeptical:

"Who lacks such vision? Can that dojo master be trusted? Might turn out to be a trick....."

Before the words were finished, the roar of a lion from the other side of the phone came from Mom, followed by Dad’s painful cry.

"Zhang Wentao, what do you mean! What’s this about having no taste? What’s wrong with our son? Tell me, what’s wrong?"

"Teacher Zhou, I didn’t mean that....."

"Oh, I think you did mean that! I fell while skiing just now, and you didn’t help me up. You just stood there laughing, laughing, laughing!"

Listening to the bickering over the phone, Zhang Fusheng couldn’t help but smile.

It’s quite nice.

After a while.

Accompanied by heavy breathing, Dad picked up the phone again:

"There’s this cooperation contract regarding the transfer student. If it can really be sent to Dragon Boat City, son, how about..... you go in person?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, knowing his dad was still worried.

Dragon Boat City.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Uncle and them. I’ll ask around and if possible, I’ll head there tomorrow with Teacher Jiang from Jiang University, bringing the documents."

Zhang Fusheng already planned to visit Dragon Boat City, especially since Chen Nuanyu’s mom was there, he had to make a trip no matter what.

Might as well take her along?

"Alright then, I’ll inform Uncle and them... By the way..."

Dad added:

"Didn’t I give you Uncle Yu’s phone number?"

Uncle Yu, Dad’s well-informed old friend, who knows about the activities of Taoism.

"Yeah, what’s up?"

"If you’re going to Dragon Boat City, mention it to Uncle Yu, and ask him to help confirm the train schedule."

Dad calmly said:

"Didn’t you see the news? Yesterday, a train was attacked by terrorists..... Your Uncle Yu is especially well-informed about this kind of thing."

He emphasized the word "well-informed" heavily, adding:

"If your Uncle Yu chooses the train, there will definitely be no problem."

Zhang Fusheng was silent for a moment:

"This terrorist attack, it wasn’t initiated by Uncle Yu, was it?"

Old Zhang coughed violently:

"You brat, what are you thinking? Your Uncle Yu used to work in a special department, specifically investigating terrorist attacks, evil cults, and such..."

Zhang Fusheng’s heart stirred, Investigation Bureau??

He smiled and tentatively asked:

"Dad, you even have friends like this? Why didn’t you introduce me before, keeping it a secret?"

Dr. Zhang replied helplessly:

"That’s not a good line of work, very dangerous. I rarely interact with Old Yu..... Alright, just give him a call directly. When you were little, Uncle Yu held you."

"Uh-huh uh-huh." Zhang Fusheng had a confused expression—how could he not remember this person?

He was reborn with memories, born with knowledge, and remembered everything from his infancy!

Dad has secrets.

But it’s normal, everyone has some secrets, big or small.

After listening to Mom nagging after taking over the call, he hung up.

Thinking a bit, he opened his messaging app, found the phone number Dad sent, and dialed it.

"Hello, Uncle Yu? This is Zhang Fusheng..."

"Oh! Fusheng!" A hearty laugh came from the other end: "Old Zhang speaks highly of you!"

Zhang Fusheng smiled and responded:

"It’s like this, Uncle Yu."

He recounted the situation briefly, and the man on the other end decisively nodded:

"No problem, when are you planning to leave?"

"Uh, how about tomorrow?"

"Alright, let me see..... Tomorrow afternoon at 5:40, from the East Train Station to Dragon Boat City, arriving at seven."

"Great, Uncle Yu." Zhang Fusheng laughed: "When I return, I must come by to thank you....."

He had an interest in connecting with the Investigation Bureau.

"No problem, but don’t head back to Lower Three Districts... When the time comes, Uncle will come find you for dinner!"

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the call ended.

"Uncle Yu....." Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin, Dad, and this Uncle Yu, both seemed to be certain that the actions of the evil cult would only happen in the Lower Three Districts, and wouldn’t affect other places.

Interesting.

Zhang Fusheng opened his phone and found Sister Xixi’s number, paused for a moment, and decided not to call.

He dialed Chen Nuanyu’s number instead.

After a while.

The call connected, and a slightly trembling voice came through.

"It’s me."

......

"Old Yu, is this Wentao’s kid?" a woman asked curiously in a cramped little room.

"Yeah."

Old Yu took a puff of his cigarette:

"The kid is promising, got into a good university, though it’s not the Martial Arts department... thankfully it’s not the Martial Arts department."

He lamented:

"A life of peace and quiet is best."

The woman rubbed her smooth chin:

"Old Zhang really doesn’t want us to meet his nephew, he’s guarding us like we’re the plague."

"It’s understandable since he finally settled down..... Since they’re coming to Jiangzhou City this time, once everything’s over, I must visit Sister-in-law, I was the one who brought them together after all!"

Saying this, Old Yu extinguished his cigarette:

"I’ve heard that the Investigation Bureau has sent down a vanguard team?"

"Yes." The woman nodded: "I reckon they’re planning to wrap things up? Three years, three years, and another three years, we’ll soon be able to go back."

She stretched lazily:

"Being undercover isn’t easy, you’ve been promoted to Steward, and it’ll be hard to extricate yourself if this keeps on."

Old Yu grinned:

"Still not high enough level... be careful recently, if the cult finally decides to use the Lower Three Districts in this city as a breeding ground, I’ve got to notify my nephew to run, and run fast."

The woman nodded gently, smoothing her Taoist robe.