Secret Buyer-Chapter 209 - 162: Miss Mingyue, Do You Know What Qingfeng Is? (Part 2)

Chapter 209: Chapter 162: Miss Mingyue, Do You Know What Qingfeng Is? (Part 2)

Chen Nuanyu.

Three question marks appeared on Black Eye’s forehead.

When Chen Nuanyu saw Black Eye, she also widened her eyes.

"Mr. Hei?"

"Miss Chen??"

Two voices echoed in the guest room, and Zhang Fusheng’s eyelids twitched, almost causing him to strike out.

Black Eye, who had glimpsed the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Chen Nuanyu, who held a significant position above the High Heaven.

He forcefully suppressed the urge to kill, his gaze turned, profoundly deep:

"What a coincidence... are you representing the Western Believers originally behind Wang Tianlong?"

Chen Nuanyu snapped back to her senses, not having time to ponder why Mr. Hei from No. 19 Bar would be present here,

She closed the door behind her, gazing at this familiar and unfamiliar young man, a dazed look appearing on her face.

The past events all came to mind.

From the underground clinic back then, to No. 19, then the journey on the Dragon Boat, the battle of two terrifying giants in the underground river.....

Finally, the terrifying Deity that was entrenched above Jiangzhou, every word and phrase.

Chen Nuanyu took a deep breath, her expression complicated:

"Yes, by a stroke of luck, I was valued by the Venerate behind that lineage... it’s been a long time."

Zhang Fusheng quietly observed the red-haired girl, wondering whether Chen Nuanyu’s appearance was a good or bad thing?

A bad thing.

She might have conversations with Black Eye, though discussing the Celestial Venerate was unlikely, what if?

She would also encounter Chen Yuque, and the matter of the dead coming back to life is far from ordinary; once spread, it would cause a huge uproar.

Therefore.

Chen Nuanyu cannot remain in Chongyang City.

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts whirled, quickly making a decision, he leaned on the sofa, speaking calmly:

"I roughly understand the purpose of your visit, one is to win me over, the other is to prevent me from continuing to do ’stupid things’, right?"

Black Eye was silent for a moment, withdrawing his gaze from Chen Nuanyu:

"Mr. Zhang."

He spoke in a low voice:

"Your strength is far beyond my imagination, but Chen Qiusheng is a Great Sect who has ignited all four Furnace Fires."

"He has likely fused the four Furnace Fires into the Great Furnace Fire, standing at the gateway of the Innate Realm."

Pausing, Black Eye gave a serious warning:

"Among Grandmasters, even a single missing Furnace Fire results in a gap larger than the difference between a Martial Arts Master who has opened one organ and one who has opened all five!"

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, nodding slightly:

"I’m naturally aware of this."

He stared intently at Black Eye, then shifted the topic:

"Three days from now, an inspector from the Investigation Bureau will arrive in Chongyang City, and likewise, in three days, three Space Fleets of the Military Department will truly rebel."

The lightly spoken words echoed in the guest room, causing everyone’s expression to change, even the young Grandmaster crouching on the ground was shocked.

Rebellion??

The young Grandmaster panted, at this moment the sound of cow mooing had vanished from his spiritual world,

But he still didn’t dare to stand up, nor did he dare to wipe the blood from his face—scared out of his wits, his soul captured.

The young Grandmaster just quietly lifted his head, glanced at the even younger boy, then fearfully lowered his head again.

At this moment, Zhang Fusheng continued:

"The three rebelling Space Fleets will launch a rescue operation for Chen Qiusheng detained in the Investigation Headquarters."

Black Eye couldn’t help but speak:

"Is this information accurate? How could the Military Department truly rebel unless they’re all insane!"

Zhang Fusheng didn’t answer, he just tapped the table three times with his fingers.

’Tok Tok Tok!’

The crisp sound echoed in the guest room, transforming into a heavy spiritual pressure, weighing heavily in everyone’s heart.

"I speak, you all listen, do not question."

Chen Nuanyu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man saying this, still feeling a bit dreamy and surreal.

Zhang Fusheng continued:

"When the three Space Fleets rebel and attempt to rescue Chen Qiusheng, they will not work in unison but compete to see who can rescue Chen Qiusheng first."

He said lightly:

"When the time comes, you each join one of the Space Fleets, whoever rescues Chen Qiusheng, I will allow them to support me."

The people in the guest room looked at each other.

What does this mean??

Zhang Fusheng did not give them time to ponder, waving his hand:

"The words have been spoken, next you will liaise with people from the Military Department, now go back— Chen Nuanyu stays."

Though Black Eye and Old Ghost Chai were puzzled, they still left along with the severely injured young Grandmaster,

Zhang Fusheng’s gaze fell on Chen Nuanyu, he stated gently:

"You should not get involved in this matter, report back and withdraw from it."

Chen Nuanyu’s expression changed, she did not ask the reason, just nodded silently.

"You can leave too." Zhang Fusheng said softly.

The young girl opened her mouth, seeming to want to say something, but did not speak in the end.

She took a long look at Zhang Fusheng, then turned to leave.

Before leaving, she left a sentence.

"Be careful of the God of Plague."

And she left.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head with a chuckle:

"Still has some conscience."

He walked to the window, looking at the city turmoil, his gaze turning to the Public Security Headquarters building.

"Let the chaos continue."

Zhang Fusheng murmured with a smile:

"Launch a military coup, collude with the Western Sect, instruct Western Believers to jailbreak and rescue himself....."

His gaze fell on the wilderness outside the city.

"With so many mountains, which one suits as your Liang Mountain?"

......

Three days passed by in a flash.

Morning.

"Four hours remaining until noon sharp..."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his watch, at noon exactly, the inspector would arrive in Chongyang City,

An hour later, the three Space Fleets would initiate a ’rebellion’, and ’jailbreak’.

Everything was precisely planned.

"Once the chaos in Chongyang City is resolved, I’ll have to visit two Subordinate Cities to ignite the remaining Furnace Fires."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, still feeling intense urgency within.

Less than half a year until February 9th next year.

In half a year, how far can I progress?

"The news of the Dimensional Overlap Point cannot be concealed, it will spread eventually, and by then, there might be Celestial Humans arriving."

"All seeking the opportunity for Ascension to God."

"Master Ancestor, Master Ancestor, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, his thoughts landing on the body of the Plague Ghost.

He opened his eyes, observing the delicate Miss Ming Yue as he had for the past three days.

"Quite beautiful..." Zhang Fusheng mumbled in his heart.

Her eyelashes trembled.

Miss Ming Yue suddenly opened her eyes, wearily rubbing her brow, then looked towards the little Plague Ghost beside her.

"There was a slight mishap, delayed me for a moment, made Young Master Zhang laugh."

"No matter."

Zhang Fusheng, controlling the Plague Ghost, gazed at this elegant lady, who seemed to have stepped out from a painting, with a cinnabar dot on her forehead.

Silence, silence.

He finally made up his mind.

"Miss Ming Yue, have you heard of the High Heaven?" A low voice echoed in the mystical carriage.

The lady glanced at the bloody skeleton, nodding slightly:

"Recently, it has been all the rage, gaining fame, of course, I know..."

Her expression grew serious:

"That person who questions the Celestial Vault is not simple..... why suddenly mention this?"

Saying so, Miss Ming Yue curiously looked at the bony figure.

The Plague Ghost shrugged, shoulder blades grinding, producing a grating creak.

Zhang Fusheng, maneuvering the bloody skeleton, spoke lowly and hoarsely:

"I know that elder who is called True Man."

Miss Ming Yue was surprised:

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Young Master Zhang is really fortunate."

Yet the Plague Ghost shook its head, its hollow eye sockets gazing at the elegant lady:

"He also knows you."

Miss Ming Yue slightly furrowed her brows, puzzled:

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, intending to bring Miss Ming Yue into the High Heaven, therefore...

He spoke in a low voice:

"Miss Ming Yue, do you know what Qingfeng is?"

The elegant lady was first taken aback.

In her picturesque brows, she arched a few strands of sharpness, her voice trembling slightly:

"Qingfeng as in the breeze brushing the face?"

"No."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, saying:

"True Man once sighed a phrase in front of me, seemingly related to you,"

He repeated word for word:

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, Zhen Yuanzi."