Chapter 502: Chapter 330: The Time Assassination Game! (2)

This is still only in the hands of a person who has not become a deity.

What if it’s in the hands of a divine spirit?

What if it’s in the hands of a Celestial Venerate or Buddha?

Zhang Fusheng stared at the black-robed man, the intensity in his eyes growing stronger,

but the black-robed man suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, a cold expression flashing across his face:

"Senior Su, let me deal with this uninvited guest for you."

As the words fell,

the black-robed man lightly snapped his fingers.

In the same instant.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly felt his Spiritual Sense frantically warning him, as if a great danger was approaching!

Just as he was about to open the Gate of the Past to make it so he had never been to the Purple Bamboo Forest, a sudden intuition occurred to him.

Celestial Secret.

Zhang Fusheng saw the workings of the Celestial Secret.

And the warning of Spiritual Sense also flashed by and swiftly weakened—under the guise of flight,

he did not exist in reality, standing here now was merely a shadow.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood, since he was not in reality, he naturally would not be changed or interfered with by the Map of Mountains and Rivers—

At least, he would not be changed or interfered with by such a weak holder of the Map of Mountains and Rivers!

His thoughts turned, and he slightly activated [Flight Shadow], a part of himself existing in reality again.

To be precise, it was himself from half a year ago.

"Hmm?"

The black-robed man appeared puzzled:

"Your past... is incomplete, you’re missing half a year of your past? Strange, but it doesn’t matter."

He smiled and snapped his fingers again.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil."

At the same instant, outside the Capital.

A certain young man stood before a scroll, stroking a wooden carving:

"Senior, please lend me a hand once more!"

"Okay."

An exhausted voice came from the wooden carving, only the Great Sect level youth suddenly began to glow, merging with the Map of Mountains and Rivers!

He manipulated the Map of Mountains and Rivers, anchoring the time when that rough-clothed youth was merely a Martial Artist.

The image in the scroll shifted accordingly.

The young man’s fragment of consciousness entered the scroll, casually choosing a body to quietly occupy.

Thus—

History changed.

.........

Half a year ago.

Jiangzhou.

After several days of spiritual healing, Liu Zhengbang finally broke away from the contamination, lying on the bed with disbelief on his face.

"This... can’t be real??"

Facing him, an elderly man named [Zhou Zhihong] shook his head:

"The result of hundreds of verifications of those seven kill characters was confirmed without error."

"The owner who carved the seven characters was severely mentally polluted, having fallen into demon over thirty times—but the key is, he still remained lucid."

After a pause, Zhou Zhihong continued:

"Additionally, received news that investigators monitoring the relatives of Zhong Mountain in Dragon Boat City have all sacrificed, currently it’s basically determined that Zhong Mountain is this Grandmaster."

Liu Zhengbang’s eyelid twitched:

"A Grandmaster who has fallen into demon over thirty times, how is this possible? Captain, and if it’s true, I shouldn’t be able to remain lucid."

Zhou Zhihong slightly shook his head:

"This matter is not yet my primary concern, it has now been confirmed, Taoism will have large-scale action in Jiangzhou City, specifics unknown."

A figure from the Investigation Bureau headquarters spoke peacefully:

"I won’t stay long, will leave tomorrow, but you’d better be careful, pay attention to that Zhong Mountain."

"Moreover..."

He suddenly shuddered, as Liu Zhengbang looked at him with confusion, a black robe emerged on the old man’s body.

The elderly man in a black robe examined his hands, silently receiving the memories of this body he had temporarily occupied.

Investigation Bureau?

It will suffice.

But...

A look of bewilderment crossed the black-robed man’s face, that rough-clothed youth’s time as a Martial Artist is only... half a year ago??

In other words,

Within half a year, that rough-clothed youth went from an ordinary Martial Artist to such a high level, able to directly visit Su Qiansuan!!

"Fortune... he must have immense fortune in his hands!"

"But now, that fortune will be mine!"

The black-robed man mused to himself with excitement,

then raised his head, collecting his thoughts, and spoke with vigor:

"Investigate this person, check where he is now."

The black-robed man conjured light and shadow, revealing a face—not the rough-clothed youth.

Instead, it was a youth appearing to be eighteen or nineteen years old.

Indeed, this was the real form of that youth, revealed by that Supreme Treasure.

"This is... Zhang Fusheng??"

Liu Zhengbang was surprised, then answered:

"I know this person, Hong Tianbao’s new disciple, currently in Jiangzhou City, I can have someone check his whereabouts?"

"Quickly."

The black-robed elderly man nodded faintly.

A moment later, he held the location information of the person named Zhang Fusheng, his figure disappearing from the spot, leaping toward the distance, yet feeling a bit confused.

Zhang Fusheng... such a familiar name.

The black-robed man didn’t give it much thought, a few leaps, and he was on a commercial street, instantly locking onto a youth walking along the street.

He smiled as he approached, blocking the youth without immediately killing him, instead asking:

"Little guy, you seem to have many secrets, but are missing half a year of your past, and in this half year, have reached a very high level... what is your fortune?"

A look of greed appeared on the black-robed man’s face, his eyes intently focused on the young Zhang Fusheng before him.

He couldn’t help but rub his hands together.

A Grandmaster against a youth at Martial Artist level—a clear overpowering.

However, an unexpected event occurred.

This young man’s face did not show surprise, confusion, or fear.

He simply gazed at him with interest, then remarked:

"As I suspected, this is what you call the ability to change the time of the past, the Map of Mountains and Rivers..."

The black-robed man widened his eyes, what is this?

His mind suddenly froze, realizing the surrounding hustle and bustle had silently stilled, everything fell into a dead silence, everything was calm.

As if everything around had been paused.

Only the youth in front of him stretched lazily:

"So, where is your true form?"

The black-robed man saw the youth smile and speak, saw Bodhi sway, golden springs surge, refining and blooming, clouds rise and fall...

He saw a huge wheel slowly turn!

He was drenched in sweat, suddenly recalling where he had heard the name Zhang Fusheng before.

"World-Honored One Buddha, Blessed Life Buddha!!"

The black-robed man was horrified, turned to flee, his Divine Thought trying to escape immediately, to flee past this time, away from this segment of the past!

But he saw this past suddenly twist, suddenly shatter.

Then there was a mighty river.

Then that terrifying [Blessed Life Buddha], his head emerged from the river, quietly gazing at him.

Upstream of the river, there seemed to be a towering Imperial Palace.

The black-robed man’s scalp tingled.

A... slaughter plot!