Secret Buyer-Chapter 290 - 223: Just How Many Deities Are Behind You!?_2

Chapter 290: Chapter 223: Just How Many Deities Are Behind You!?_2

"The Giant Whale Roc, a descendant of the Roc Peng among the level 5 star beasts, is a hybrid life form that embodies the lineage of the Roc Peng. Every living Giant Whale Roc is considered a god-tier being."

"This is... someone has arrived from the Capital."

"The, the Capital?" Zhu Xiaoming murmured instinctively, hearing the Buddha Son beside him respond.

"Yes, someone from the Capital has arrived, and they’ve even mobilized the Jingpeng Ship, making such a grand display... it’s probably a federal noble coming."

As the words fell, the starship crafted from the hundred-mile-long beast had already fully entered,

when the deceased beast, resembling both bird and fish, suddenly opened its mouth.

A sound akin to a whale’s call, yet also similar to the cry of a great roc, pierced the sky and echoed far and wide!!

Zhu Xiaoming covered his ears and squatted down, his head spinning.

......

Above Jiangzhou Heaven and Earth.

Bamboo grove.

The extremely gloomy aura flowed out, accompanied by an overwhelming cascade of death qi, resembling a giant waterfall,

within the crack of the rift that opened amid the waterfall.

Su Qiansuan distinctly saw an incredible, magnificent Imperial Palace, and saw an Emperor’s Shadow!

The Emperor’s Shadow opened its eyes, gazing at him.

It was just a glance.

’Boom!!!’

A violent roar echoed within Su Qiansuan’s head, his energy and blood ceased flowing, an unimaginable pressure crushed upon him!

He was being gazed upon by a terrifying divine spirit of incredibly high stature!

That Emperor’s Shadow withdrew its gaze.

But it was just a moment.

In a daze,

Su Qiansuan, in this fleeting glance, in this instant eye contact,

saw the Emperor Shadow’s eyes and the myriad things floating within them.

It was the Yin Ghost Divine Mountain, the destination of all beings, death, the end, absolute silence, and peace...

He struggled out from that one gaze, as Zhang Fusheng used the Prayer Technique, cooperating with the Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect, to close the rift that had been struck open.

Only the pure death qi rolling and tumbling on the ground, and a hint of deep gloom, proved that what was just seen was no illusion, not a hallucination.

"He..."

Su Qiansuan lightly panted, sweat streamed down, and then evaporated into shimmering immortal light.

"No, He."

"Who is He?"

Zhang Fusheng felt slightly dizzy,

The Prayer Technique could only allow communication with specific ’divine spirits’ and couldn’t knock open a spatial rift briefly linking to the Central Pole Emperor Palace,

He had used the Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect technique and employed the Great Transposition Technique,

forcibly knocking open a thin portal from the real world to the summit of the Divine Realm Luo Feng Mountain by leveraging his own karmic ties with himself!

The expenditure was terrifying.

In the Divine Realm, Refining Illusion into Truth is not difficult.

But directly opening a one-line portal from reality to a certain Divine Realm?

The difficulty multiplied exponentially.

Hand Imbued with Cause and Effect...

Zhang Fusheng controlled his body, suppressing the tidal surge of fatigue and dizziness, and spoke softly:

"He is the Central Pole Sect Leader."

"Also the Master of the Nine Netherworld, Emperor of the Underworld, Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, Master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation..."

One title after another, incomprehensible yet deeply imbued with majesty and exaltation, emerged from Zhang Fusheng’s mouth,

Su Qiansuan’s pupils shrank to needlepoints, staring fixedly at Zhang Fusheng.

For a long, long time.

He exclaimed in awe:

"You’re actually favored by such an existence..."

Zhang Fusheng smiled without speaking.

Looks like I’ve successfully bluffed again.

Compared to the non-existent World Venerate, the Central Pole Sect Leader, who accompanies the Great Celestial Position, as long as he doesn’t actually strike to kill, exposing his merely innate level of cultivation,

Just from the position and celestial bearing alone...

He’s indeed an extraordinarily formidable and terrifying being.

The sense of oppression was not much less than when sitting atop the meditation mat, even surpassing it,

After all, the meditation mat didn’t grant him the Taiqing Position, it was merely a position equivalent to the Eight Sceneries Palace,

Moreover, the Eight Sceneries Palace, was only an illusory projection.....

The Central Pole Sect Leader, was a true Great Divine Technique of One Qi Becomes Three Pristine Ones, born from painstakingly writing celestial positions with his own blood and sweat.

Real and true.

Zhang Fusheng quietly observed the Golden Governor, asking:

"If there’s truly something to say, Lord Su, why not speak to me, and I can convey it to the World Venerate and the Central Pole Sect Leader, how about it?"

"Of course..."

He raised a small altar, his five fingers once again playing in the air, striking out a profound melody, communicating with a divine spirit sitting in the starry sky.

A wisp of will descended, transforming into a blurry shadow behind him.

"Young Master Zhang." A serene voice sounded.

Su Qiansuan’s eyelids twitched violently, recognizing this as the will of a divine spirit more powerful than himself!

Yet it addressed Zhang Fusheng as Young Master Zhang, treating him as an equal.

He rose, saluting the divine spirit shadow with cupped hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Su Qiansuan, greets Daoist friend."

The blurry shadow nodded slightly:

"Hmm, I know you... are you making things difficult for Young Master Zhang?"

Miss Ming Yue scanned around, her gaze lingering on the pure death qi flowing around and that one hint of deep gloom.

"Not at all." Su Qiansuan solemnly spoke: "I merely invited Little Friend Zhang to play a game of chess, drink tea, and discuss matters."

"That’s good then."

Miss Ming Yue nodded lightly, turning to support Zhang Fusheng:

"If there’s any trouble, Young Master Zhang, I’ll be sitting in the starry sky, ready to descend at any time."

As the words fell, the wisp of will flowed into the altar, disappearing.

A crack appeared on the small altar—a sign that summonsing Miss Ming Yue too many times had brought it close to its limit.

Casually putting away the altar, Zhang Fusheng gazed at Su Qiansuan:

"Governor, please speak."

Su Qiansuan remained silent, still silent.

For a long time.

He deeply gazed at Zhang Fusheng, then sat back down to drink tea.

Only then did he speak:

"I’m considering inviting Little Friend Zhang to strategize together regarding the independence of the Golden Province."

Zhang Fusheng sat up straight:

"I am but an innate being, and a certain Ancient Saint advised me not to play the wave-riding surfer on the crest of the tide, not to be too conspicuous, in an era of great contention, to sit behind the scenes."

Su Qiansuan’s eyelids twitched, yet another Ancient Saint? How many divine spirits actually stand behind this man??

He fell silent for a moment:

"Then even sitting behind the scenes, one can still partake in the affairs of the Golden Province’s independence. I don’t even require Little Friend Zhang to personally act."

"Is it not good to share a piece of the pie for free?"

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly to the Golden Governor’s words. The other party certainly didn’t have this plan initially,

but before was before, now is now.

Doing nothing, can one indeed share a piece of the pie?

This benefit was for himself, and even more for the ’gods,’ either real or false, behind him.

Zhang Fusheng was still pondering in silence.

Su Qiansuan finally added one more thing:

"I’ve also received news that a divine spirit not quite on friendly terms with Little Friend Zhang is soon to descend."

"And that is the Ancestor of Land Immortals."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly raised his head, staring at Su Qiansuan.

For a long time.

He stood up, shook hands with the Golden Governor, a brilliant smile on his face:

"Lord Su, a pleasure to collaborate?"

Su Qiansuan also smiled as warmly as a spring breeze:

"Little Friend Zhang, a pleasure to collaborate."

"I will announce it, in the Inner Discussion Pavilion of my Governor’s Mansion, we’ll add another cabinet elder. All corresponding powers, Little Friend can exercise."

"As for whether to disclose your identity, it’s entirely up to Little Friend, so you won’t have to stand on the front line, you can sit behind the scenes."

"Cabinet elder....." Zhang Fusheng chewed over this term: "At my age, can I indeed be called old..."

"Young cabinet elder indeed!" Su Qiansuan beamed with a broad smile.

The governor oversees the province, naturally unable to handle everything, so much of the power is actually entrusted to the four cabinet elders in the Inner Discussion Pavilion.

They are also referred to as deputy governors.

Now, he is the fifth one.

"Then it is better to consent than to refuse, Brother Su."

Su Qiansuan laughed heartily, thumping Zhang Fusheng on the shoulder heavily:

"With Junior Brother Zhang’s words, I can rest assured, the confidence is here!"

"Thus, in my Golden Province, eighty-one cities, are all on your shoulders, young cabinet elder!"

The two of them exchanged a bright smile, a smile so radiant, yet their gaze was profound.

The generations between them spanned thousands of years, yet at this moment, they were like confidants beyond time.

In the distance, a sound resembling the calls of both whale and roc rings out,

resonating far and wide.