Secret Buyer

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Chongyang City.

The sky was shrouded in mist, and rain was falling.

Lin Dongxi, wearing a raincoat, cautiously moved through the narrow alleys. After confirming no one was watching,

she lifted the manhole cover and swiftly jumped down.

She twisted and turned through the sewer pipes, eventually reaching a massive reservoir,

which was full of filth and reeked terribly,

but Lin Dongxi paid it no mind. With a sweep of her hand, the sewage rolled to the sides of the reservoir,

revealing a large cavity beneath.

Lin Dongxi leapt down, passed through a dark passage, and entered a secret chamber filled with layers of formation arrays.

"Master, Second Senior Sister."

She greeted softly and quickly offered the two miraculous herbs she just bought.

"Cough cough cough..."

Hong Tianbao, body full of cracks, coughed violently. A Vajra Pestle was embedded in his head, from which blood with a shimmering glow flowed,

but after consuming the two miraculous herbs, the cracks on his body healed slightly, though the severe wound on his head remained.

The Vajra Pestle constantly emitted Buddha’s Light, preventing the wound from healing, and could not be removed—

This Vajra Pestle, forged from a maiden’s leg bones and ten thousand sacrifices, was an extremely yin weapon, heavy with murderous intent.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

Chen Yuque asked softly.

"A bit better," Hong Tianbao gasped, his expression weary. "I can hold on for a bit longer."

The two women fell silent.

After a moment, Lin Dongxi bit her lip and spoke:

"I don’t understand, why doesn’t the Grandmaster intervene? Is he just going to watch you get hunted by the Mandala Lineage?"

Beside her, Chen Yuque spoke softly:

"The Grandmaster is probably in hiding now as well. Several Celestial Humans from the Mandala Lineage are after him..."

She sighed lightly as she spoke.

Their current situation was dire, being hunted by the Mandala Lineage’s followers.

A fierce battle broke out not long ago, and Master nearly died.

Hong Tianbao sighed lightly:

"Fortunately, other sects’ followers are holding back the Mandala Lineage, otherwise..."

He began to cough violently again, rubbing his temples:

"You two won’t be noticed. Leave quickly. I’m being watched and hunted by all their followers, and can’t escape."

"Master..."

"Go!" Hong Tianbao spoke sternly. "My Spiritual Sense is warning me that the Mandala Lineage followers are closing in. If you don’t leave now, it may be too late!"

He breathed heavily and cautioned:

"If you encounter Fusheng, tell him to leave, to go as far as possible."

"That child still has kindness, compassion, and righteousness in his bones. I’m afraid he’ll recklessly seek revenge..."

Hong Tianbao muttered on, instructing Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi on how to escape and what to do if they met their junior disciple later.

He was making final arrangements.

Chen Yuque’s lips trembled:

"If Junior Brother were here..."

"It’s no use,"

Hong Tianbao spoke wearily:

"There’s a rumor that Fusheng has already achieved Celestial Human status—it’s absurd."

He paused and spoke calmly:

"Even if Fusheng truly has achieved Celestial Human status, reaching the peak of the Human Path, in Chongyang City now, isolated and without allies, once hunted, he would inevitably perish."

The two women remained silent again.

"Still not leaving?" Hong Tianbao asked loudly. The pair wasn’t indecisive; after only a brief silence,

they helped each other stand and prepared to leave.

Staying would only mean dying together, with no other purpose.

Hong Tianbao watched his two disciples leave, exhaling softly, leaning against the wall, the wound on his head still bleeding,

yet he was at ease.

"I was a man who should have died long ago."

The chubby old man mumbled to himself, feeling a bit regretful.

"With little Fusheng’s talent, in the future, there might truly be a chance to revive Ling Mountain, perhaps even reaching the level of a True Saint with Great Divine Techniques?"

"But alas, I won’t see it, won’t see it."

The old man closed his eyes wearily, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit slowly dissipating, the frequency of his Spiritual Sense’s warnings increasing.

The Mandala Lineage’s arrival was not far off.

"So be it."

......

A gigantic bridge spanning over Yellow Springs.

A crystalline Porcelain Doll gazed dazedly at the grand portal, Ghost Gate...

Why would something like this be here?

He imperceptibly extended his Divine Thought, attempting to touch the Ghost Gate, intending to directly absorb it into the Divine Realm—

Inevitably failed.

Zhang Fusheng clicked his tongue, though it was within expectations. If it were that easy to take away,

it wouldn’t stand here; likely, all the deities of the heavens had tried numerous times.

As his thoughts churned, a massive rumbling suddenly resounded in the sky.

"You’ve come from afar, why hide yourself? Are you an elder or grand elder of some evil cult?"

The rebuke echoed through the heavens, everyone on the bridge looked up and saw a valiant Divine Spirit questioning a red silhouette concealed in the mist.

An Old Bull, stepping from the heavens, sneered:

"Scram, say another word of nonsense, and I’ll cleave you."

He was domineering, his true self being a Great Divine Power User, even if he was now only a Divine Embryo at the Venerate level,

armed with numerous killing arts and Marvelous Techniques, to slay a venerate of the same realm?

Really wasn’t a difficult task.

"You boast a great deal!" The valiant Divine Spirit’s face darkened; at the aspect of Deities, overrun through the heavens and earth,

everywhere they were significant figures, wielding great power, standing above countless others, and all cherished their ’reputation’,

being taunted in the presence of many deities and cultivators naturally wouldn’t let it slide easily.

He, with slight anger, a vast Dharma Aspect rose behind him, seeming ready to clash over a disagreement:

"You come, I do not wish to make things difficult, but..."