Secret Buyer-Chapter 309 - 236: Chang’an Town, High Heaven Has Begun

Chapter 309: Chapter 236: Chang’an Town, High Heaven Has Begun

The phone vibrated, jolting Zhang Fusheng out of his contemplation.

He picked up the call.

"Second Uncle Master?"

"It’s me, the people from the Capital are arriving soon. Notify everyone to go welcome them. Fusheng, you see..."

"I’m not going."

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"Have Old Zhao sign the administrative order. Just follow the process. I’ll let my assistant, Lin Changle, take the director’s position for now."

On the other end of the line, Chen Daoling was taken aback:

"But these are people from the Capital. Isn’t it a bit unreasonable not to go meet them?"

In the living room, Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids:

"Just say I’m not here... Hmm, I heard there’s a Chang’an Town out in the wilderness. Is that where our Grandmaster came from?"

"That’s right, why do you ask?"

"It’s nothing. I plan to take my family to stay there for a couple of days." Zhang Fusheng looked out the window, where the sky was already showing the fish’s belly white of dawn.

"This way, I really won’t be here, will I?"

On the other end of the line, Chen Daoling chuckled wryly:

"That will work. Recently, the whirlpool of Chongyang is getting bigger and bigger. I know Chang’an Town is not a simple place. It’s good for you to let your parents stay there for a while."

"Mmm."

The call ended.

It was already dawn. His parents were already up, and they froze when they saw Zhang Fusheng on the sofa.

"You didn’t sleep?" Zhou Guifang glared, frowning.

"Mom, I don’t need to sleep anymore." Zhang Fusheng smiled helplessly:

"Why don’t we take a little family trip?"

He briefly described the village and town in the wilderness:

"There’s a Chang’an Town by the Thousand-Mile Mountains. It’s really good there."

"A trip?"

Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang exchanged glances. The former was sharp; he had worked in the Investigation Bureau and had been an undercover agent and a night watchman for a long time,

and he immediately sensed something was off, staying silent for a moment:

"Your mom and I will listen to you."

Zhou Guifang nodded somewhat understandingly, then suddenly clapped her head:

"Chang’an Town—no wonder it sounds so familiar. The child of the Chen family studies there."

"Studies?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Now it was Zhang Fusheng’s turn to be surprised. People living in this neighborhood were either rich or noble; why would they go to a remote town for schooling?

"Yes."

Zhou Guifang nodded:

"I’ve heard Old Chen mention it. He said there’s a very good school in Chang’an Town... Hmm, though they don’t seem to call it a school there; it’s referred to as a ’scholarly institution’ or something."

Zhang Fusheng nodded thoughtfully, his thoughts perceiving the situation over at Chang’an Town.

Zhou Guifang suddenly asked:

"Isn’t it hard to travel outside right now? Old Chen and his family want to go to Chang’an Town to see their child, but they can’t get there."

"That’s not exactly..." Zhang Fusheng replied casually, "No time like the present. Dad, Mom, why don’t you pack up, and we’ll leave right away?"

Zhang Wentao nodded in agreement, and the two of them returned to their room to pack up.

Zhang Fusheng then called Lin Changle, instructing her to take on the director’s duties—the young woman was clearly stunned.

"Huh? Me? Director??"

After hanging up the phone.

Not long after, his parents, carrying piles of luggage, joined Zhang Fusheng and boarded the hovercar,

He didn’t forget to notify Wei Lingzhu and the Old Master as well,

After a round of introductions,

the hovercar shot up into the sky, speeding away.

......

Soon after the hovercar left.

The Jingpeng Ship descended slowly over Chongyang City.

Inside the ship.

Yang Shexing walked to the porthole, gazing down calmly. The early morning in Chongyang City was the quietest time, with morning mist swirling,

Through the mist, he could see many people gathered below—all senior officials from Chongyang, here to greet them.

Yang Shexing spoke calmly:

"Is the measuring instrument from the Research Institute ready?"

"It’s all set."

The attendant nodded respectfully, praising,

"This instrument can measure ’time particles,’ and if another large-scale time exchange or transfer occurs, it can immediately lock onto the specific location."

Time particles are special, ethereal particles discovered by the Research Institute’s Origin Point, able to capture the flow of time.

Recently, the Research Institute calculated that the time particles in the Golden Province were highly abnormal, frequently oscillating at high frequencies—

This indicates that the time of one object is being transferred to another object.

This is quite alarming and indirectly confirms the claims of the High Heaven Association’s ’Heaven-Interchangeable Tao,’ a mysterious organization able to exchange years...

"Anchor this bubble."

Yang Shexing said lightly:

"The moment you detect an abnormal particle fluctuation or time transfer phenomenon, perform a location locking."

"Try to capture one or two members of the High Heaven Association for thorough research."

"Yes, Milord."

Finally, the attendant asked:

"Shall we go down?"

"No rush."

Yang Shexing said lightly:

"Let them wait a little longer down there. Keep an eye on them; if anyone dares to leave, make an example of them immediately."

"Yes, Milord." The attendant nodded respectfully.

Yang Shexing returned to his seat, quietly flipping through a thin Ancient Book, completely ignoring everything outside.

At this moment.

Chang’an Town.

The motorcade.

The hooded figure in black sat quietly in the back, and no one in the car dared to move—they had no idea when this person appeared.

Zhou Tian’Er was drenched in cold sweat, being the one with the highest cultivation here, he felt it deeply. Every cell in his body was screaming in madness, warning!

Away! Away! Away!

Time passed little by little.

Only then did the hooded figure slowly raise his head, his hood slightly parted, and hollow eyes shot through.

He was gazing at the two old men blocking the motorcade.

One was surnamed Wei, white-haired and weathered, and the other was named Yuan Tiandao, blind and leaning on a cane—and he was the Grandmaster’s ’elder brother.’

Both gave Zhang Fusheng a very dangerous feeling.

Tigers lurking and dragons hiding.

Amid the silence,

the white-haired elder blocking the motorcade gently coughed, glanced sideways, and spoke in a low tone:

"In the motorcade?"

"My divination is never wrong, definitely... but there’s an uninvited guest." Yuan Tiandao lowered his head, speaking in a calm voice:

"I can’t quite determine, Divine aura, plague authority, avatar, attendant."

"Underworld, Nine Netherworld."

Words poured out of the blind old man’s mouth, and he said regretfully, "I’ve only sensed this much. Can you slay it?"

"Difficult."

Wei Bushi shook his head, speaking in a deep voice:

"As you said, it’s just a wisp of consciousness, an insignificant attendant, an avatar. I can’t determine where its owner is, but it should be connected to the God of Plague."

"That’s enough."

Yuan Tiandao reached out and pinched, suddenly capturing a trace of almost imperceptible plague qi.

"Let’s go. Use this as a medium, please use the Supreme Treasure, which can allow you to trace the dream path, whether to cut it off or not is another matter; first, see the truth and falsehood."

"It should be this way." Wei Bushi nodded. The two were not in a hurry to find the Emperor’s bloodline—he or she was already there.

Since they had already arrived, everything was destined.

The two old men turned and left.

Motorcade.

Zhang Fusheng, borrowing the body of the Plague Ghost, gazed at the leaving two old men, wanting to frown—but it had no brows.

"Without a direct confrontation, yet I can feel the pressure..."

Innate Limit?

Or even stronger?

When in doubt, without a clear understanding, bestow them with a High Heaven Order.

The Plague Ghost exhaled a breath of eerie death qi, the car interior suddenly becoming several degrees colder,

it spoke with its unique bone-friction sound:

"I have no malicious intent, I come by the decree to Guard the Way."

Decree?

For no reason, Li Yiyi thought of that note again.

The mysterious Brother Zhang had joked when giving the note, saying it was a decree.

"Zhang Fusheng?" Li Yiyi cautiously asked.

The person in the black robe said faintly:

"Yes and no."

"If you encounter danger, you may call out the words ’Central Pole,’ I will appear."

In the end, it finally said:

"No need to overthink, my supreme master has an old connection with the Northern Emperor."

And what is the Northern Emperor?

Li Yiyi’s curiosity was just aroused, watching the mysterious person in black robe transform into a dense black fog, then slowly dissipate.

Leaving behind one light, floating sentence.

"The Celestial Khan of Great Tang was once an incarnation of the Northern Emperor."

Li Yiyi’s eyes widened abruptly.

Ancestor??

The dense black fog was completely dissipated, looking around, no trace of the person in black robe could be seen.

As if it all were just an illusion.

The middle-aged man and Zhou Tian’Er looked neutrally, both aware they had encountered something extraordinary,

The latter, shocked and grateful in his heart, thankful he hadn’t actually slaughtered the sheep...

From the front came a shout from the vehicle:

"Old rules, cars aren’t allowed into Chang’an Town, everyone get off!"

......

"Hovercars aren’t allowed into Chang’an Town?"

As they exited the hovercar, Zhang Fusheng carried the large bags of luggage for his parents, smiling:

"This town certainly is interesting."

Old Master beside him nodded in agreement, looking around this great town in surprise:

"Chongyang City actually has such a place? So ancient in style, I feel as if I’ve come to ancient times."

Looking around Chang’an Town, not a trace of technological creations could be seen, the ground paved with blue stone slabs,

Almost all of the town’s buildings were single-story, the tallest no more than four or five stories, and they were all of ancient architecture, roofs covered with green tiles.

"This place really is fitting for tourism!" Mom praised, Zhang Wentao nodded in agreement,

On the other hand, Wei Lingzhu looked with confusion, gazing blankly at her master.

Zhang Fusheng nodded slightly to her, indicating she hadn’t seen wrong.

This Chang’an Town was almost identical to the Chang’an City anchored within Wei Lingzhu’s Divine Realm—just much smaller,

It was likely only a corner of the real Chang’an City, not including the Imperial Palace and such.

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhou!"

A clear voice came, several people looked up to see a young boy not yet of age.

"Old Chen’s child, Chen Shishan."

Zhou Guifang said with a smile:

"I specifically informed Old Chen once, he didn’t believe we could come to Chang’an Town..."

As she spoke, the boy named Chen Shishan had already approached, full of surprise on his face:

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Li, I thought you were joking, to think you could actually come... wasn’t it sealed off?"

He glanced at the hovercar, then looked at the others.

"Let me introduce everyone."

Zhou Guifang warmly spoke:

"This is my son, Zhang Fusheng, and this is Xiao Wei, Wei Lingzhu..."

She gave a quick introduction, Chen Shishan greeted each, though feeling confused, feeling Zhang Fusheng’s name sounded somewhat familiar.

Though he didn’t think much more of it, scratching his head, he said:

"I took leave to come out; I need to return to the academy to attend class, Uncle Zhang, Aunt Li, let me first take you to the inn... well, it’s basically a hotel."

Old Master raised his eyebrows, finding this small town increasingly peculiar, Zhang Fusheng also looked thoughtful.

Chen Shishan took everyone to a ’guesthouse’ in the town—it indeed looked like an ancient guesthouse,

Three stories high, the first floor set with wooden tables, the corners piled with many wine jars, with servants and attendants bustling around,

The innkeeper behind the counter tapping away at an abacus...

Even the guest rooms were divided into Room A and Room B.

In a daze, Zhang Fusheng almost thought he had truly arrived in ancient times.

"I need to go study now, or the master will beat me... I’ll take everyone around the town tonight!"

After arranging everything for everyone, Chen Shishan finally said goodbye and left, Mom praised endlessly:

"This child, Shishan, really is polite, I only met him once, after all, we’ve only recently moved over..."

"Indeed, quite nice."

Zhang Fusheng nodded slightly, speaking as he glanced at Old Master, who was also looking at him at just this moment.

They locked gazes.

The term ’Master’ was rarely heard, Old Master calling himself such was exceptionally rare.

"It’s not even noon yet."

Zhang Fusheng said casually:

"Let’s rest for a bit, then try out the town’s restaurants later."

He walked his parents into their room, then returned to his own room alone, sitting cross-legged silently on the bed, falling into contemplation.

This town was indeed interesting.

Surely hiding no small number of secrets.

Families of Wei, Yuan, Wu...

Zhang Fusheng thought of that blind old man, Yuan Tiandao.

Let’s send him a High Heaven Order.

"Just let me see your true nature..."

A Divine Thought quietly swept out, creating a High Heaven Order in a passerby’s arms from thin air, affecting his spirit, issuing a mental command,

This way leading that passerby to the Yuan family, sparing no effort to deliver the High Heaven Order to Yuan Tiandao.

"Yuan Feidao and Yuan Tiandao, the two brothers, if they meet above High Heaven, would they recognize each other?"

Zhang Fusheng chuckled silently.