Secret Buyer

"We are also going to Chongyang."

Zhang Fusheng blinked his eyes, like a real little child, and asked innocently:

"But isn’t everyone here for the big opportunity? Why is everyone going to Chongyang?"

He was probing, as the Yellow Teeth Old Man and the young girl named Jiang Feiniao were not simple,

and Li Xiuyuan might not be right either; there was a significant possibility that he was the Li Xiuyuan—Zhang Fusheng felt that the chances of it being a coincidence were slim.

After all, it seemed that he possessed certain traits that frequently attracted the remnants of the Immortals and Buddhas from the old world...

"We are heading to Chongyang City to find someone." Li Xiuyuan didn’t avoid the matter and said cheerfully:

"Old man, what about you?"

The Yellow Teeth Old Man laughed as well:

"Doing some research. We are from the General Institute of Research; naturally, we want to study this special place."

After a pause, he spoke cheerfully:

"Since we’re all on the same path, there’s no need to part ways. Traveling together, we can watch out for each other..."

The group had no objections, and they resumed their journey together.

"The road to Chongyang is long," Cui Linglong suggested. "The little one walks slowly, how about I carry him?"

Even though she was asking, she quickly approached, intending to hold the Porcelain Doll in her arms,

Zhang Fusheng’s face darkened, but luckily Ruan Yutu was quick to react and picked him up first:

"No need, no need, I can do it."

Cui Linglong reluctantly nodded.

The six of them hurried through the land, going against the large group of those seeking adventure and opportunity.

The Chongyang Heaven and Earth span tens of thousands of miles,

from the edges of the world to Chongyang City, it’s tens of thousands of miles away, but for them, this distance was nothing.

In no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn,

that once-thriving city was already in sight.

"Chongyang City..."

The Porcelain Doll, held by Ruan Yutu, murmured, squinting slightly. As they looked out, the situation in Chongyang seemed dire, shrouded in darkness, seemingly suffering from a large-scale blackout,

and on the city’s edge, many aerospace ships lay fallen, leaving numerous corpses behind.

They were the soldiers of Chongyang’s Military Department.

Li Xiuyuan felt a touch of sadness and sighed softly:

"In Chongyang City, it seems many cultists are entrenched. Before coming here, I heard there was a huge battle."

"The cultists completely destroyed the stationed troops of Chongyang City, and now the entire city is nearly in a lawless state, a place of true chaos... Hmm?"

He suddenly frowned and asked:

"What is that?"

The group paused slightly, looking over to see that on the outskirts of the city, near the ruins of some aerospace ships,

many monks were gathered, constructing a large altar, with an old man bound on top of it.

"Those are evil Buddhists," the Yellow Teeth Old Man squinted, "I reckon they’re from the Mandala Lineage. As for the man being tied up..."

He raised an eyebrow:

"I’ve seen his information, he’s the Director of the Chongyang City Investigation Bureau, Chen Daoling."

Nearby, Jiang Feiniao asked:

"Is the Mandala Lineage performing a ritual? What are they trying to do?"

"Not an ordinary ritual," the Yellow Teeth Old Man said calmly. "It’s a special Buddhist rite, frequently held decades ago, using the Ling Mountain Lineage believers as sacrifices to offer to the Mandala Lineage’s Divine Buddhas."

After a pause, he continued:

"In this light, that Chen Daoling is probably a ’remnant’ of the Ling Mountain Lineage..."

Amidst the murmuring of the Yellow Teeth Old Man, the Porcelain Doll already wore an icy expression, with barely discernible starlight flickering in his eyes, perceiving the underlying causes and effects.

In the distance, many monks suddenly turned their heads, peering at them intently.

Leading them, a big monk entwined with six women, held a compass made from a skull,

he glanced at the compass needle, and then at the six people in the direction the needle pointed, smiling:

"This Buddha Nature Compass is indeed useful... Among those up front, someone has profound Buddha nature—yet none are monks of our Mandala."

Since they are not from the Mandala Lineage, there’s naturally only one possibility.

"Merciful Buddha, merciful Buddha, so many more offerings..."

The big monk smiled, surrounded by six naked women wrapping around him like sinister snakes.

"Those people don’t appear simple, inform them back there, prepare for a hunt."

As he spoke, the big monk walked forward, each step producing a wondrous lotus, emitting an eternal Brahma sound!

"My Buddha is merciful."

He abruptly appeared close, his voice resonant like a morning bell and dusk drum:

"I wonder from where you all come, and where you all are going?"

The monk was inquiring, more Mandala Sect members slowly encroached on them.`