Secret Buyer-Chapter 255 - 194: When My True Self Is Revealed, You Get Upset Again (5/6)

Chapter 255: Chapter 194: When My True Self Is Revealed, You Get Upset Again (5/6)

Waiting, waiting.

No one knows how much time has passed, the river gently murmurs, yet still there is no response from the Ancient Saint.

Zhang Fusheng couldn’t resist using his finger to write on the ground again. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

[Are you still there?]

For a long time.

The soil slightly wriggled, and new characters emerged.

[I am here]

[I don’t really want to answer that question]

[You should ask me about Divine Techniques... by the way, what is your name?]

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, thought for a while, and wrote down some words.

[Zhang Boyang]

He naturally couldn’t give out his real name, who knows if there are some bizarre methods that could use it for spells?

This time.

There was another long silence.

In the sky, the radiance of the Six Ding Divine Fire quietly flowed, and the flawless souls in suspension crawled before the reaching-heavens divine statue,

The soil wriggled.

[That is not your name]

The handwriting this time was profound, as if that Ancient Saint’s emotions were fluctuating, even...angry?

[Who are you really? And who sent you?]

Zhang Fusheng was bewildered, three question marks popped up on his forehead, and he wrote down.

[You’re the one who approached me, what do you mean who sent me?]

The Ancient Saint quickly asked again.

[Do you swear this is your real name?]

[Alright, it’s not, I just made up a name]

[Then why are you asking about Wei Lingzhu?]

Zhang Fusheng looked at the newly appearing line of text, raised an eyebrow, things were getting more bizarre.

This Ancient Saint definitely, definitely knew Wei Lingzhu, knew his disciple.

But this was absurd!

One is an Ancient Saint trapped in the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs, and that Nine Netherworld is placed in an inconceivable place,

The other is Wei Lingzhu, who has low cultivation and survives by smuggling.

These two people don’t seem like they can be connected.

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a while, finally writing down.

[You know Wei Lingzhu, I also know a Wei Lingzhu, but it shouldn’t be the same person]

[The one I know is a little girl surviving on smuggling, what about you?]

He waited quietly.

But this time, the Ancient Saint never answered again.

Zhang Fusheng stood up, sighed softly.

No answer, that’s already an answer.

The one it knows is precisely his great disciple.

"Things are getting more and more bizarre..."

Zhang Fusheng mumbled in a low voice, his face showing confusion, and sighed softly.

......

The convoy slowly arrived at the camp.

As the group of four walked back to the small building, many pairs of eyes were staring firmly at them.

Another small building.

"Seventh and they’re not back, but these little guys returned."

The old boatman clenched his fist, standing by the window, gazing at the small building of the old fisherman in the distance, his eyes also turned to those Western believers who just returned.

"The Western Sect intervened."

Beside him, someone asked softly:

"Sir, should we still take action against the fishermen?"

"Yes."

The old boatman spoke coldly:

"We must avenge for Seventh and them, mustn’t we?"

Everyone was silent.

For a long time.

The old boatman methodically arranged:

"First inform the Grandmaster of the Divine Sect and say that we need to investigate with the Treasure Mirror, asking that Grandmaster to accompany us."

While speaking, he glanced sideways and asked:

"Has the Exotic Soil been delivered to the Grandmaster?"

"Yes, it has been delivered, the Grandmaster nodded, seemed quite satisfied."

"That’s good, since he has accepted it, he will naturally handle the task."

The old boatman grinned:

"Prepare yourselves."

......

In the distant sky.

The golden ancient war chariot sped through the dark sky, radiating brilliant light, like a moving dazzling sun, illuminating the dim earth as if it were daytime.

An old woman sat on the war chariot, holding the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, quietly listening to Wang Changhuan’s report.

"Nine Netherworld, Underworld..."

She spoke coldly:

"This information has been reported and conveyed, but you must have concealed something, right?"

Wang Changhuan’s expression froze; he didn’t mention anything related to the Book of Life and Death.

This is the secret of the Cui Family, and even the legendary Qinghe Cui Family, although many prominent figures might know about it, it is a surface secret,

but at least he cannot spread information about the Book of Life and Death.

Thinking of this, Wang Changhuan nodded frankly:

"Indeed, I concealed something, but that involves the high-class Cui Family and even the Qinghe Cui Family."

The old woman squinted, gazing at Wang Changhuan, and snorted coldly:

"Alright, I won’t ask."

"But, Changhuan..."

Her face softened, sighing softly:

"Ever since having been with the noble lady from the Cui Family, your ambition has waned more and more, and now that you’ve been abandoned like an old shoe, why are you still running around for the Cui Family?"

Wang Changhuan’s face showed a bitter smile:

"I have no choice, I learned things I shouldn’t have, and the fact that the Cui Family didn’t kill me, I’m already very lucky."

"That means what you know is not truly top-secret."

The old woman interrupted, looking at Wang Changhuan with some sympathy:

"After all, you’re a Grandmaster, with your Spirit Furnace Fire ignited, typically even some younger members of the Cui Family would treat you with courtesy, but look at you now?"

"Completely treated like a dog!"

Wang Changhuan’s lips trembled, wanting to say something but ultimately only sighed.

He turned and said:

"Lord Hu, there are things I can’t say, but I can tell you."

Wang Changhuan’s face showed a resolute expression:

"Cui Qingyi is at the point of Dragon Leap, ready to soar at any time, to reach the true Cui Family, and if that happens..."

He closed his eyes, said calmly:

"Even if I have to be a dog following along, in this life, I will surely break through to the Innate Realm."

The old woman’s mouth twitched, suddenly feeling a profound sense of powerlessness.

How could someone be so proud of being a dog?

She laughed:

"Is that so? But I doubt it? With ambition worn away to nothing, you still want to prove your Innate Realm? I’m afraid even igniting the Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire is difficult!"

Wang Changhuan did not answer, only stiffened his neck.

During the conversation between the two Grandmasters.

"Hmm?"

The old woman suddenly uttered a soft "hmm," as a compass appeared in her hand, with a trace of blood at its center. At this moment, the needle was constantly quivering,

and after a while, the constantly rotating needle finally settled pointing to the south.

"It’s appeared."

The expressions of the old woman and Wang Changhuan simultaneously tightened.

This was the tracking compass, smeared with a trace of Zhang Fusheng’s blood. Now, with the compass’s movement and stopping, it represented that...

Zhang Fusheng’s presence had emerged.

He was to the south.

"There is..." Wang Changhuan gazed southward, his expression changing: "Cui Wenda is in that direction!"

The old woman was indifferent:

"You mean Cui Wenda? That self-important little fellow, relying on the power of the Cui Family, lawless and unruly, hmph, I shall see what becomes of him after his family’s ancestor reaches the end of his life..."

After a pause, the old woman’s voice became solemn:

"Summon all Upper Envoys immediately."

"Tell them, the prey has appeared."

"Prepare for the hunt."

With her words, the golden ancient war chariot emitted a thunder-like rumbling sound, roaring through the celestial vault, charging toward the extreme south.

From afar, it looked like a cruising golden sun in the sky, suddenly descending towards the southern sky.

Meanwhile, in the Twin Cities, ten Grandmasters ascended step by step, each behind their heads bursting with furnace fire, their physical forms glowing resplendently like blazing suns!

Ten blazing suns chased after that golden sun.

All heading south.

The hunt begins, the hunt!

......

The small building.

The old fisherman took puffs from his pipe and finally extinguished it.

He donned a wolf-head cloak, stood up, and walked to the window.

"They have come."

The old fisherman spoke in a deep voice.

Outside the building.

The sect Grandmaster, who never intervened and always ignored the conflicts between different factions, had already arrived quietly beneath the building with the old boatman and others.

"Still not coming down?"

The soft voice reverberated, and the old fisherman took a deep breath and descended from the small building, his expression grim:

"My lord."

He was a top-tier Martial Arts Master, with all five viscera unlocked, and each had broken the third shackles.

Yet, ultimately, he was just a Martial Arts Master.

Even though just one step away from a Grandmaster,

that step was a vast chasm akin to heaven and earth.

"The boatman says you are hiding Zhang Fusheng?" The Grandmaster’s light voice drifted through the air.

The old fisherman nearly laughed from anger.

Hiding who?

Zhang Fusheng??

He paused, then dryly laughed:

"My lord, where do I have the ability to hide such a significant figure? Even if I had truly hidden...

He left the rest unsaid.

Had he truly hidden him, would they dare to investigate?

The Grandmaster slightly lifted his eyelids:

"What, you mean to say that I would avoid searching due to fear of Zhang Fusheng?"

A subtle yet overwhelming aura surged forth, enveloping the area. Everyone found breathing difficult, as if their chests bore a heavy stone.

The old fisherman bowed:

"My lord, that’s not what I meant."

"Then let the boatman search, one by one."

The Grandmaster spoke calmly:

"It’s said you are connected with a notable figure in Chongyang City, and isn’t Zhang Fusheng also from Chongyang City?"

"What if... he truly is among you?"

While speaking, he extended his hand and gently patted the old fisherman’s shoulder.

The latter felt as if struck by lightning, his breath disrupted, suffering an internal injury instantly!!

The old fisherman, both shocked and indignant, instantly realized that this sect Grandmaster was determined to break the balance!

Today’s crisis.

I’m afraid... cannot be passed.

"Search then." The sect Grandmaster spoke with casual ease, taking a step back to watch the entire scene unfold.

He knew well enough that the search would reveal nothing.

But it did not matter.

The boatman had offered, promised, too much...

Previously, concerned with the old fisherman’s relationships with some sect Directors, he might have maintained restraint,

but now...

The sect Grandmaster raised his head, glancing at the gloomy sky.

Now, in these times, while that balance is disrupted, who even pays heed to this or that?

The old boatman stepped forward, presenting the Treasure Mirror, holding this Divine Mirror in his hand, with a beaming smile:

"Fisherman, let your people come one by one through the Treasure Mirror, shall we?"

He turned the mirror lightly on the fisherman.

On the mirror, the blurred visage of the latter appeared, gradually coming into sharp focus, and with every degree of clarity, the fisherman’s face turned a shade paler!

This Treasure Mirror, a replica of a Supreme Treasure, also bearing the aura of a Supreme Treasure, possessed mystical powers alike,

capable of penetrating most disguises, revealing true appearances, even discerning true names!

Yet, those scrutinized often suffered, as if enduring severe torture.

This, indeed, was the old boatman’s scheme.

Everyone, suffering injuries, would disrupt the balance, making them easy prey to eliminate once weakened.

Soon, the fisherman’s entire form appeared on the Treasure Mirror, including his true name—Huo Changhong.

The old fisherman was in terrible shape, involuntarily coughing up a mouthful of blood, his aura rapidly declining, his lips trembling with a sense of despair.

This ordeal was indefeasible indeed.

"Next."

The Treasure Mirror reflected upon the old fisherman’s trusted men, progressively revealing their true appearances and true names, but likewise, each coughed blood, gravely wounded.

"Next."

With the sect Grandmaster present, no one dared to resist, all being scrutinized one by one by the boatman with the Treasure Mirror, each then coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Next... you." The old boatman extended his hand, casually pointing at one of four people standing in the corner.

The chosen one was the earnest-looking young man among them.

The corners of Wei Lingzhu’s and his two companions’ mouths twitched.

The earnest young man stepped forward, curiously examining the Treasure Mirror, pondered for a moment, and spoke bashfully:

"How about... let’s not use it, shall we?"

He said softly:

"In case it really reveals something, that wouldn’t be good."

The camp descended into slight silence.

The old boatman chuckled hesitantly:

"You’re quite adept at putting on a mystified act."

As soon as he spoke, he adjusted the Treasure Mirror, directly aiming it at the earnest young man.

Suddenly, black smoke emerged from the young man’s body, the next second, the Treasure Mirror abruptly cracked, shattered!

The true appearance could not be fully captured, but the true name still emerged.

The true name was...

Zhang Fusheng.

"See?"

The young man sighed softly:

"Once truly revealed as me, you are all dissatisfied again."