Secret Buyer-Chapter 249 - 189: When the Tree Longs for Stillness, the Wind Will Not Cease

Chapter 249: Chapter 189: When the Tree Longs for Stillness, the Wind Will Not Cease

"True Man?"

At the end of the bridge, a three-eyed child shrouded in sinister mist suddenly changed in color, staring fixedly at the celestial vault above,

staring at the majestic Taoist Palace that defies description.

The three-eyed child solemnly spoke:

"What, does even the High Heaven intend to meddle in the affairs of my Underworld? The Nine Netherworld reappears, the Underworld regroups, in replacing the scattered artifacts of the Underworld on behalf of the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, am I wrong?"

True Man?

High Heaven?

Wang Changhuan suddenly had a shiver, abruptly recalling who this familiar old man was.

Wasn’t he the one who rebuked the celestial vault in Chongyang City some days ago?

Wasn’t he the one who proclaimed devotion to the Celestial Venerate?

The great upheaval in Chongyang City on that day was filmed by many and widely spread.

A bit of hope arose in Wang Changhuan’s heart.

The legendary True Man!

That Taoist Palace... is it the fabled realm above the High Heaven?

He saw the True Man standing on the clouds, speaking indifferently:

"The Celestial Venerate has spoken, this is not yet a matter of the Underworld returning. This person should go back to the Mortal World."

The three-eyed child showed apprehension, the grayish hue in the third eye seemed ready to burst forth at any moment,

amidst the mist, the Ten Thousand Ridges Divine Statue subtly appeared again!

He sneered mockingly:

"Does the Celestial Venerate not advocate purity and nonaction, promoting the balance of all things? Why now do you save an ant without rhyme or reason?"

The True Man raised an eyebrow, silent for a moment, his gaze fell upon the middle-aged Great Sect prostrated on the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Wang Changhuan?"

The True Man inquired.

Wang Changhuan knocked his head viciously, weeping bitterly:

"True Man, I’m here!"

"Three prices, one blessing."

"I know... I know!!" Wang Changhuan nodded vigorously, in recent days, someone in Chongyang City claimed to have exchanged Heaven-Interchangeable Tao with the True Man,

others said, it’s three prices, one blessing.

Previously, he thought it was mere gossip, merely a rumor, dismissed it with a laugh.

"Would you exchange your life cultivation in techniques, the robust quality of your qi and blood, the cause and effect with the Book of Life and Death."

"To have this old man intercede, freeing you from this Underworld cycle, the yin-yang Bridge of Helplessness?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Three consecutive affirmations.

"Mercy!"

The True Man sighed, weaving light and shadow, uttering—"The contract is established!"

Complex matters were stripped from Wang Changhuan’s body.

He looked up, seeing the True Man with one hand behind his back, the other flipping down from above.

’Boom!’

This world called the Yin World Netherworld seemed to emit a booming sound, with countless splendid lights cascading down from above!

"How dare you attack the Underworld?!" the three-eyed child roared.

In the final moment, Wang Changhuan saw the three-eyed child stomp his foot, saw the Ten Thousand Ridges Divine Statue glare,

saw the mist on the so-called Bridge of Helplessness gather into a torrent, rushing towards the Taoist Palace in the sky!

The torrent surged upward.

But it could never reach that mysterious Taoist Palace.

Until the torrent collided with the descending radiant light, the heavens trembled, the earth shook, before him was a blinding white light.

Nothing could be seen.

Once the white light disappeared, Wang Changhuan lay exhausted on the ground, looking around dazedly.

He was in the desert.

Back to the mortal realm.

His legs buckled, gasping heavily:

"Back... I’m back."

Wang Changhuan lay in the sand, limbs spread wide, sweat soaking the ground.

He suddenly sobbed uncontrollably.

Back to the human world again.

After a long time. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Wang Changhuan struggled to stand, staggering off towards the distant North City.

Underworld.

Nine Netherworld Underworld!

He needed to report.

In the desert, a Divine Thought silently watched the fleeing figure of the middle-aged Great Sect, ultimately refrained from keeping him forever.

No rush for the moment.

"First let the name of Nine Netherworld Underworld be spread." Spiritual Thoughts slowly retreated, carrying a deep fatigue.

Rendering the Divine Realm as real Underworld, while exerting effort to suppress the spiritual will of a three-furnace Great Sect,

was exceedingly taxing for Zhang Fusheng.

But the outcome was favorable.

"This guy, almost two hundred years old..."

Two hundred years of past cultivation in techniques.

Could the level of the Primordial Scripture Taiyi Chapter be pushed further up?

"Taiyi Chapter, Four Great Dharma Marvels."

"Cause and Effect Parallel, Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect, All Things are Void, Inverted Cause and Effect, and..."

"Cause of All Results."

He envisioned the five great Killing Techniques of Taiyi Chapter, corresponding to the five levels from Entry Level to Breaking Limit,

Just the Entry Level Cause and Effect Parallel was already wondrously breathtaking.

"Then what follows?"

The higher level the technique, the harder it is to cultivate, especially the final Inverted Cause and Effect.

Just hearing the name reveals a glimpse of its profundity.

But Zhang Fusheng does not seek to invert cause and effect, nor does he seek all things chaos, heaven and earth inversion.

If he could achieve minor achievement in Taiyi Chapter, comprehending Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect, it would already be enough.

"Two hundred years of cultivation, perhaps not enough..."

"More, more!"

Not hurrying to let the thoughts return to the main body, Zhang Fusheng scrutinized the Contract, examining the present matters.

Besides over two thousand years of spiritual cultivation time, there were also two hundred years of technique cultivation time,

coming from Wang Changhuan’s qi-blood characteristics—which weren’t actually special.

Four ascensions.

This guy’s qi and blood ascended four times, Zhang Fusheng only once.

"How much resources were spent for four ascensions?"

He clicked his tongue in wonder, presuming these resources mostly came from Wang Changhuan’s former beloved, Cui Qingyi.

Cui Qingyi... seems to be the Cui Family noblewoman who called his home as the celestial general.

Calculating the time, in a few days’ time, all remains should arrive at the Golden City.