Secret Buyer-Chapter 175 - 140: Borrowing Power and Influence, Trapped in a Bind!
"Ancestor of Land Immortals, let us greet you on Their behalf."
"We... have found you!"
A subtle, thread-like voice drilled into Zhang Fusheng’s ears.
A chill exploded from his tailbone, surging through his entire body in an instant!!
He suddenly looked at the elder, who was also smiling at him.
They exchanged glances.
"The banquet is coming to an end."
The elder raised his wine glass, gazing at Zhang Fusheng as if looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered.
He spoke elegantly:
"Young man, enjoy it well....."
The elder drained the crimson wine in his glass, set the glass down, and faced Zhang Fusheng, backing out of the banquet hall step by step.
Not only him.
Zhang Fusheng saw, among the crowd, one person after another,
those either exchanging toasts or placing a hand on someone’s wrist like the elder, suddenly stopped their actions.
As if receiving some news.
As if getting some order.
They all looked at him in unison, giving him a slight smile, and then exited the banquet hall one by one.
The chill enveloped Zhang Fusheng.
Ancestor of Land Immortals.
The one clandestinely holding the Celestial Position in the Five Mansions Temple.
Is Their follower.
It seems.
Ever since he provoked and startled Them that day, They started madly searching for him.
"Little brother?"
Zhang Xiaoxi’s curious voice came:
"What’s happened to you?"
Zhang Fusheng snapped back to reality, and the sweat seeping from his forehead evaporated as he exhaled:
"I’m fine..."
That’s what he said.
But Zhang Fusheng’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He quickly calmed down, his thoughts silently descending into Zhou Muniu’s body to communicate on a spiritual level, making arrangements.
If any change occurs.
He would have them bring Old Hu immediately.
Before it was done.
Zhang Fusheng watched Zhang Xiaoxi return to eating and drinking, silently making a phone call.
"It’s me, Zhang Fusheng."
On the other end, Lin Changle tensed up:
"Vice Director Zhang, I’m here."
"Deploy two enforcement teams to maintain order outside the Governance Building."
"Yes, Vice Director Zhang!"
After hanging up, Zhang Fusheng sat back down, absent-mindedly accompanying Zhang Xiaoxi in eating and drinking, while sinking his thoughts into the Divine Realm.
In the Divine Realm.
Fifty-four souls continued to worship, for hundreds of years, numb, stiff, devout.
The Six Ding Divine Fire above, like a burst of radiant light, obscured everything.
Not knowing whether it was an illusion.
Zhang Fusheng felt that the divine image worshipped incessantly by the dozens of souls, seemed.....
to have gained some more Spiritual Light?
He had no time or inclination to study it further, his thoughts moved into the Five Mansions Temple, passing by walking garments, passing by hanging buckets, entering the main hall.
In the main hall, the incense smoke curled up, a Tao Scripture was still there,
the Tao Scripture was on the last page, writing a slash and a dot.
[They say]
[Found you...]
[Are you watching?]
Zhang Fusheng stared at the Tao Scripture, his expression as dark as an abyss.
The characters continued to emerge one by one.
[The words you wrote that day have an indescribable charm, I’m curious, where did they come from?]
[I will get the answer]
The writing ceased there.
Zhang Fusheng silently gazed, his thoughts silently retreated from the Divine Realm, returning to his true self.
He raised his eyelids.
The banquet was nearing its end, guests were gradually leaving, and the Governor was inviting the Golden Legislator upstairs.
"Miss Zhang, see you tomorrow." Zhang Tianming walked over, smiled, nodded slightly at Zhang Fusheng, then departed.
"I can’t leave the Governance Building now....."
Zhang Xiaoxi patted his round belly:
"Otherwise, I would really like to meet Uncle and them, did you mention me to them?"
"Not yet, no rush."
Seeing the guests almost all gone, Zhang Fusheng stood up with a solemn face:
"See you tomorrow then?"
"Yes, let’s go!" Zhang Xiaoxi responded, starting to clear up the leftover food and dishes.
Zhang Fusheng shook his head helplessly, silently following two guests who were about to leave.
"Brother Kong, we meet again."
He wasn’t sure about the capabilities or strength of those followers of the Ancestor of Land Immortals,
Black Eye mentioned that there were Martial Arts Masters among them—could there also be Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters??
The elder earlier, although not terrifying, exerted certain pressure—the key is, he was just one person.
Kong Dongyan and the woman beside him turned around, the former’s face showing a look of astonishment:
"Brother Zhang? How come you are here?"
He was surprised, quickly introduced:
"Brother Zhang, this is my Senior Sister, also a dean at our Golden University... Senior Sister, this is whom I’ve told you about, Zhang Fusheng."
"Oh?"
The woman showed a hint of surprise, scanned the young man up and down, nodded slightly, and said with a smile:
"My surname is Shen."
"Dean Shen." Zhang Fusheng nodded politely, after all, she was a Great Grandmaster,
And that day, she almost single-handedly overpowered three other Grandmasters!
Though it was a battle on a spiritual level, it was already telling.
"No need to be so formal."
The woman nodded lightly, hesitated, seemingly reluctant to mention her name, but eventually added:
"Shen Baobao, since you’re Dongyan’s friend, feel free to call me Senior Sister Shen, like him."
What a name?
Shen Baobao?
Zhang Fusheng’s expression showed no change, but his heart felt peculiar, recalling the scene of her transforming an Ancient Book in the Divine Realm with nearly words and laws following.
But this name.....
