Secret Buyer-Chapter 238 - 182: Nail-Head Seven Arrows, Celestial Venerate’s Wrath

Chapter 238: Chapter 182: Nail-Head Seven Arrows, Celestial Venerate’s Wrath

Yellow sand filled the air, and more than a dozen pickup trucks and off-road vehicles roared across the desert.

Curse Killing Technique.

Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids slightly, having also learned about the Pantheon’s Curse Killing Technique, which was quite similar to the witchcraft of his past life,

by using blood, hair, or even just the birth date, disasters could be remotely inflicted.

He did not immediately enter the Eight Sceneries Palace to sit in meditation.

It was not yet sunrise.

The unkempt Wu Shangpin complained at this moment:

"Those bastards from the Pantheon, always ordering us around, I’ll switch to the Western Sect in a couple of days....."

He grumbled while chatting casually with the brother and sister, Zhang Fusheng listening silently, had formed a rough idea in his mind.

This middle-aged man surnamed Wu and this convoy were so-called smuggling teams, making a living by smuggling between cities,

in fact, Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan were the same.

What they smuggled was not ordinary goods, mostly related to the Evil Cult—not surprisingly, the profits were frighteningly huge!

Of course, similarly.

People like Wu Shangpin couldn’t really be counted as cultists.

The Evil Cult looked down on them; they were only struggling to survive in a "higher level" of the Underworld.

For example, Wu Shangpin’s bizarre tattoos seemed to be a reward from the Pantheon after completing a certain transportation task, according to their conversation.

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts churned.

Wu Shangpin glanced at the brother and sister who were scrutinizing the photos, and chuckled:

"Why, are you really thinking of helping to investigate? Let me tell you, don’t be stupid!"

"Why?" Wei Qingshan asked puzzled: "The task from the Pantheon could earn a lot of money, right?"

Wei Lingzhu glared at him:

"An incident happened just during the day, and there’s a bounty at night. If you really go looking, you might find the person only to lose your life!"

Wei Qingshan was taken aback and said, aghast:

"Sister, you mean..... The person in the photo was also in the sky during the day? But, he’s so young!!"

Wei Lingzhu scoffed, shaking her head:

"I’m afraid he wasn’t just in the sky, he might be that bigshot sitting inside the aerospace ship!"

Wei Qingshan’s eyes widened, looking at the middle-aged man beside him, who nodded slightly, indicating it was possible. He gasped in shock.

"This mess is too deep, it’s not worth getting involved..."

The young man mumbled, looking at Brother Bo Yang beside him.

But he found that at some point, Brother Bo Yang had already leaned into the truck bed and fallen into a deep sleep.

Wei Lingzhu casually draped a piece of clothing over him, whispering:

"Brother Bo Yang is an ordinary person, physically weaker than me, so we mustn’t let him catch a cold."

The convoy continued racing across the yellow sand.

The night was fading, dawn was near.

......

Chongyang City.

Zhou Muniu suddenly sat up, carrying a sense that was indescribably high—yet that aura vanished quickly.

He pushed open the door, finding the grave-looking Hu Zhongli:

"There’s news."

Hu Zhongli looked in surprise at the three-eyed boy:

"You mean you’ve found Fusheng’s whereabouts?"

He rubbed his temples, intelligence showed that the space fleet disappeared without a trace while passing through Spring Thunder City.

No matter how they searched, they couldn’t find it.

"Not in Spring Thunder City, but in Twin Cities. Zhang Fusheng was attacked by more than ten great sects of the Pantheon, but for now, he’s still unharmed."

Hu Zhongli’s expression changed, he remained silent, making several phone calls in succession.

Having served as a Golden Legislator for two hundred years, he had deep roots throughout the Golden Province.

After several exchanges.

Hu Zhongli hung up, furrowing his brows:

"I checked, within the range of Twin Cities, there’s currently no Divine Favor Envoy of innate realm level from the Pantheon."

He pondered:

"Do you know Zhang Fusheng’s exact location? I could attempt a rescue, but..."

Maneuvering Zhou Muniu’s body, Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"But what?"

Hu Zhongli rubbed his temples, somewhat worried:

"I’m afraid among the Upper Envoys of the Pantheon in Twin Cities, someone holds a Supreme Treasure..... no doubt someone holds a Supreme Treasure."

He exhaled, saying solemnly:

"If we are to rescue him, it must be quick and decisive, otherwise once the Pantheon’s innate is alerted, it’ll be trouble, for there are likely Supreme Treasures there."

’Zhou Muniu’ slightly furrowed his brows, the third eye silently flowed with a grey desolation.

After a while.

He mused aloud:

"Then if you don’t go to Twin Cities, can you ensure the Pantheon’s innate won’t go either?"

"Ninety percent chance."

Hu Zhongli spoke concisely:

"Since the Pantheon fabricated the illusion that the space fleet left Twin Cities quietly, they naturally don’t want to make a big deal of it."

Pausing, he continued:

"And all sects keep watch over each other’s Divine Favor Envoys; once there’s an innate stir, the others will notice."

Zhang Fusheng understood, maneuvering Zhou Muniu’s body to speak:

"Old Hu, you mean as long as no innate descends on Twin Cities, neither will the Pantheon’s innate make any moves?"

"Exactly." Hu Zhongli confirmed with a nod: "The innate realm has been classified as a strategic level by the Federation."

"No side’s innate dares to act first, lest it draws everyone’s attention."

’Zhou Muniu’ nodded quietly, softly saying:

"Then forget it, for now just keep a close watch on the pantheon innate’s movements, and make no other moves."

Hu Zhongli was slightly taken aback:

"What about Fusheng?"

Taking a pause, he realized:

"Is the True Man going to intervene personally?"

Zhou Muniu shook his head, calmly stating:

"The True Man won’t interfere, adhering to the laws of nature, non-action, and purity, but..."

He glanced at Hu Zhongli, speaking meaningfully:

"If no innate descends, how could Zhang Fusheng, favored by the True Man, not come out from there?"

"If there truly is a Supreme Treasure there..... who knows, he might even obtain one."

Hu Zhongli’s pupils contracted, then he came to terms:

"That’s a possibility, but we don’t know if that old woman is in Twin Cities, if she is, then there’s certainly a Supreme Treasure."

"Who?"

’Zhou Muniu’ asked curiously.

"An old woman, with one foot in the innate realm, holding the title of Thousand-Year Refining Spirit."

Hu Zhongli explained:

"This person is not simple. Although not yet Innate, it is almost destined for him to become so. It is said that he has caught the eye of an Evil God from the Pantheon, and in her hands..."

"There is a Supreme Treasure."

"A broken Supreme Treasure called the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book."

The faint smile on Zhou Muniu’s face disappeared.

He let out an "oh" and calmly left.

As soon as he stepped out the door, Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts suddenly withdrew, instantly returning to himself, and immediately hid in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

"Damn it!"

He was truly shocked.

Curse Killing Technique.

Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book???

Even though he knew that the terrifying old woman wouldn’t use the Curse Killing Technique on him, she would never use the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book,

and she probably didn’t have the ability to activate it, she might just borrow the momentum—but Zhang Fusheng was scared!

That is the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book!!

Even if, as Hu Zhongli said, it is ’broken’.

"Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book..."

Zhang Fusheng huddled on the meditation mat, not daring to move a muscle, quietly waiting for dawn.

This thing, in mythological stories from the past life,

was owned by the Taoist Monarch Luya.

The Taoist Monarch Luya used this treasure to curse-kill Zhao Gongming!!

Who is Zhao Gongming?

In those mythological stories, he was the one who scared off the Past Buddha Luminous and fought Yang Jian and Nezha alone!

Zhang Fusheng shrank tightly on the meditation mat, and with a flick of thought, he transformed into Zhong Mountain.

What he initially purchased was Zhong Mountain’s identity, including his cause and effect, destiny, and so forth.

In other words, by transforming into Zhong Mountain, he became Zhong Mountain, not Zhang Fusheng.

He was fully prepared.

Time passed by the minute and second.

Dawn arrived.

At this moment, in the North City of the Twin Cities.

"The time has come."

A gloomy voice echoed in the underground hall. In front of a Great Sect skilled in the Curse Killing Technique, a small altar was built, with a fire pot placed in each of the four corners,

and in the center of the fire pit was a small grass figure.

A piece of paper with the name ’Zhang Fusheng’ was attached to the grass figure, and inside it was soaked with some blood,

the blood shed by Director Zhang yesterday.

"Master."

Another Great Sect approached, softly speaking to the old woman standing next to him:

"Through the grand sacrificial ceremony of the divine altar, we have solicited the favor of the Divine Spirit, activating the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, completely sealing off the Twin Cities."

"No matter if it’s trying to sneak away or breaking through the Celestial Vault, there’s no escape... Should we use the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book for this curse killing as well?"

The old woman glared at him:

"Do you want him dead and for us to waste all this effort?"

The Great Sect shrank his neck:

"Not really, it’s just that this person’s methods were too strange yesterday, those three expulsions... summoning the Supreme Treasure for momentum might be more prudent."

He paused and continued:

"After all, we only have this one portion of blood, we can only perform the curse killing once to confirm his position. Using the Divine Book, as long as we don’t curse for his life, isn’t it fine?"

The old woman pondered for a moment:

"There is some truth."

After a pause, she made a decision:

"Someone, bring the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book!"

Moments later, a thin book was brought forth, with a blood-stained grass man tied to the center of its cover,

the bloodstains seemingly countless years old, from time immemorial. Just a glance made one’s head dizzy and stomach churn.

The entire book had only twenty-one pages, emitting an ancient and profound aura.

The old woman handed over the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, and the Upper Envoy who practiced the Curse Killing Technique respectfully took the Divine Register, offering it before the small altar.

In his hand appeared a long silver needle.

"Now, I request to sacrifice the Supreme Treasure. Zhang Fusheng, scourge of the world, chaos of the living, I report to the God of Profound..."

The Upper Envoy spoke in a low voice, mumbling incantations, but there was no reaction from the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book—he couldn’t activate this treasure,

even the old woman who possessed the treasure couldn’t.

They were only ’borrowing its power’ in this case.

"Nail, arms and legs disabled, unable to move, a thousand days of immobility, resentment piercing the skies!"

The Great Sect’s voice dropped, and the silver needle in his hand flew out, piercing the grass figure’s arm fiercely, the nearby Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book seemed to be brushed by a breeze, trembling slightly!

"Curse! Kill!"

The final two words fell.

In the same instant.

In the Eight Sceneries Palace, Zhang Fusheng, curled up on the meditation mat, suddenly lowered his head.

He felt something searching for him.

This thing aimed at his true self, but hovered above it, wishing to descend yet not doing so!

The reason was simple.

At that moment, he was using the life of Zhong Mountain, he was Zhong Mountain, not Zhang Fusheng, how could a curse on Zhang Fusheng fall on Zhong Mountain?

On the meditation mat.

The Celestial Venerate’s expression was somber, he pondered for a moment, then with a thought, the Taoist Palace doors opened wide, he voluntarily transformed back into Zhang Fusheng,

even taking the initiative to guide the immaterial force hovering above the real form, hesitating to act!

Because without doing so.

This thing could never touch the Eight Sceneries Palace in this lifetime.

The mysterious entity, led by the guide, entered the Eight Sceneries Palace, suddenly charging toward the Celestial Venerate on the meditation mat!

Closer and closer.

The mysterious entity had yet to approach within three feet of the Celestial Venerate.

"How dare you." The Great Celestial Venerate coldly reprimanded.

The invading Curse Killing Technique naturally disintegrated.

The Taoist Palace seemed to become even more profound.

A virtual scene flashed before his eyes, the connection of cause and effect—vaguely, in a fleeting glance,

Zhang Fusheng seemed to see the Great Sect casting the spell, the old woman spectating, and a thin, blood-drenched grass man-enclosed book.

"Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book..." He murmured deeply, his gaze piercing.

"I really want it."

The Taoist Palace hummed slightly.

The shattered Curse Killing Technique surged back a thousandfold, ten thousandfold in an instant!