Secret Buyer-Chapter 252 - 191: A Word Summons Thunder (2/6)

"It’s just up ahead."

The convoy sped through the desert, and Seventh raised his head, gazing intently at the distant mountains, his eyes gleaming with divine light.

The four figures standing halfway up the mountain were clearly visible to him.

"Make it quick."

The confidant sitting beside him spoke in a deep voice:

"According to the shipmaster’s instructions, only take that little fellow named Wei Lingzhu. However, be cautious of the Western Believers around here."

Though he wasn’t a Martial Arts Master, as the shipmaster’s trusted subordinate, even Seventh, who had opened the Three Viscera, had to nod in agreement.

The convoy arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Don’t make a move immediately," the confidant ordered. "Try to use the lives of others to force out Wei Lingzhu’s secret."

"She claims outwardly that her polished fist techniques and tempered skin will never regress, but I’m afraid it’s not just that."

"Coax out the detailed secrets, and upon returning, the shipmaster will reward you!"

The response echoed, and shadows leaped towards the mountainside, Seventh grabbed the confidant and rushed up as well.

The distance to the mountainside, for these highly refined Martial Artists or even Martial Arts Masters, was a matter of moments.

At this moment, on the mountainside.

"Damn, they’re coming for us." Wu Shangpin’s expression changed drastically, but he didn’t flee—he couldn’t escape.

Among the incoming group, there was a Martial Arts Master!

Watching the approaching figures, Wu Shangpin and the Wei siblings’ faces turned pale, while the young man with a simple and unremarkable appearance leaned alone against a green tree,

even seemingly cowering in fear, curling at the tree roots, his eyelids slightly lowered, his hands shaking erratically as if trembling.

Zhang Fusheng observed the Western Believers’ movements while trying to communicate and connect with Miss Mingyue.

Heartfelt words, accompanied by the special rhythm from his trembling hands, were conveyed to the stars in a ’sacrificial’ manner.

In the carriage, Miss Mingyue furrowed her brows slightly:

"Are you saying to use the Prayer Technique to descend power? That’s difficult."

She softly explained along that connection:

"The Prayer Technique is a variant of a divine power, allowing prayers to be made to a specific deity through incense or other divine spirit characteristics."

"But to descend power out of thin air requires an almost divine descent ritual’s support."

Listening to the voice only he could detect, Zhang Fusheng’s expression did not change as he remained curled at the tree roots, his eyelids twitching slightly.

"I understand."

Quietly responding to Miss Mingyue, under the coverage of Divine Thought, he sensed a conflict erupting among the Western Believers.

It was the two stewards at the level of Martial Arts Masters, intending to perform a special Divine Descent, a special sacrifice,

but the target of the sacrifice and descent wasn’t some deity from a different dimension,

it was.....

the God of Plague’s divine embryo descending in Jiangzhou.

"If a venerable god descends, there’s a hundred percent certainty that no matter what changes occur in Twin Cities Heaven and Earth, it can directly be suppressed and leveled!"

One steward proclaimed loudly:

"As for the cost? Such a close-range divine descent requires almost no cost or lengthy preparation!"

Yu Chengzhong retorted gravely:

"I personally witnessed the Jiangzhou incident; the Venerable God of Plague is not benevolent. As soon as He descends, the entire Jiangzhou becomes a land of death!"

"If He comes to the Twin Cities, it could end the same way, with the North and South Cities, even you and I, becoming nourishment for the divine embryo!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The other steward loudly rebuked him:

"Yu Chengzhong, your faith in the venerable god is troubled!"

The atmosphere was tense, as if conflict could break out at any moment.

At a critical moment.

Old Yu suddenly froze, first shocked, then flashed a smile that quickly disappeared.

The anger on his face dissipated, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"If we really must hold a divine descent ritual, it’s not impossible."

All the other believers, including Li Qiuhua, were stunned.

The two stewards were surprised to hear this formerly stubborn Yu Chengzhong continue:

"I still say, to be safe, we can’t start the divine descent ritual immediately, but we can prepare everything first—if any changes occur, we can immediately invite the god!"

The two stewards pondered for a moment and reluctantly agreed to Yu Chengzhong’s proposal. They began building a miniature altar,

pouring in everyone’s blood, even opening the container to add a large amount of Pseudo Souls.

Everything was in place.

If any unforeseen events happened, the ritual could be completed immediately, and the gaze of the deity could descend!

The divine embryo of the God of Plague was already in the distant Bubble Heaven and Earth, and the ritual didn’t need to be as grand or complex as summoning a different dimension divine descent.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the mountain.

The three were dripping with sweat from their foreheads, the simple-looking young man was curled at the tree root, seemingly trembling,

as shadows had completely surrounded this forested area.

"Are you Wei Lingzhu?"

Seventh, holding a small wooden box, spoke with a smile:

"Born with special traits, possessing extraordinary talent, the shipmaster said you are destined to become a Grandmaster or even a Great Grandmaster in the future."

Wei Lingzhu’s pupils contracted to pinpoints, shielding Wei Qingshan behind her, gritting her silver teeth:

"What exactly do you want after pursuing us here?"

"Very simple."

The confidant smoothed his clothes, the forest dark under the black sky, illuminated only by the torchlight.

The ground was littered with the corpses of some wild beasts.

He smiled and said:

"Miss Wei’s traits surely aren’t just this, are they? I heard a rumor..."

"Miss Wei’s spiritual thoughts never regress either, reportedly, after only a year of training, you’ve already reached the Great Success level of the Contemplation Technique? You don’t even need spiritual accumulation, right?"

Wu Shangpin’s expression changed, evidently, this guy was telling the truth.

Now it was Zhang Fusheng’s turn to look up in shock from his place at the tree root.

Spiritual Strength that never regresses??

This was quite alarming.

Unlike the physical body, Spiritual Strength fluctuates constantly, having low values but also high values,

these fluctuations often disappear in an instant, but if they never regress?

A brief, momentary high value for the spirit immediately solidifies as the ’normal value,’ the next high value is again set as the ’normal value.’

Such a cycle continuing.

The growth rate would be somewhat terrifying.

The peculiarity would be tantamount to ascending by stepping on one’s left foot with the right!

In a year’s time, without mentorship, without guidance, even without sufficient spiritual accumulation, to achieve the Great Success of the Contemplation Technique!

This progress was indeed somewhat unbelievable.

But...is it true?

Zhang Fusheng curiously glanced at Wei Lingzhu, whose face was slightly pale, yet she still shielded Wei Qingshan behind her, gritting her teeth:

"So what if it is?"

The crowd surrounding the forest was in an uproar.

"It’s actually true..."

The Seventh was also shocked. In this world, such a bizarre talent exists??

A flash of jealousy flickered in his eyes.

He had toiled for thirty years, enduring countless hardships, countless life-and-death crises,

just to barely achieve spiritual success and step into the realm of a Martial Arts Master, but this young girl?

One year.

Just one year!!

He could even foresee that her spiritual growth would only accelerate, faster and faster!

Fury surged to his head.

Why!!

He forcibly suppressed the pure murderous intent bursting from his heart, slightly regaining clarity, and suddenly smiled:

"Shall we play a game?"

The cold voice echoed through the forest, and his confidant beside him frowned:

"Seventh..."

In the firelight, he met the Seventh’s scarlet eyes, and his heart chilled, swallowing back the words he was about to say.

Zhang Fusheng, about to rise, pondered whether to take this opportunity to observe Wei Lingzhu’s nature?

Having spent several days together, Wei Lingzhu seemed excellent in various aspects, with extraordinary talent and an indescribable sense of endearment.

This made Zhang Fusheng consider taking her as a disciple.

His thoughts churned.

He suddenly frowned.

Why did he want to take a disciple?

He was only eighteen!

Not yet at the age to pass on a legacy!

But that thought was quietly swirling, lingering... He decided to look into it later.

As for now?

The Seventh’s chilly voice echoed once more:

"Why don’t we play a game, the first round, four people, three live, you choose three people, let them survive, and the remaining one...."

"I will kill, how about that?"

Wei Lingzhu stared at him intently:

"I won’t choose."

"If you don’t choose, then all die."

The Seventh laughed excitedly, the fury making him dizzy, as the Qi Blood Smoke rose behind him, illuminating the forest!!

The terrifying Qi Blood Smoke tore apart the deep darkness, pushing the despair deep into Wei Lingzhu’s heart as she thought of resisting.

The gap... was too large.

Facing that rising Qi Blood Smoke, she trembled uncontrollably, a survival instinct, her body autonomously terrified.

"Four people, three live."

The Seventh smiled and said:

"I’ll count down, once the countdown ends and you haven’t made a choice... ten, nine."

He slowly counted down, Wei Lingzhu’s wavering gaze shifted between Big Brother Bo Yang, who had saved her life, and Uncle Wu, who had always taken care of her and her brother.

She couldn’t choose.

The path she walked wouldn’t allow her to make such a choice.

"Six... five..."

The Seventh’s countdown voice grew ever more excited, his eyes more and more scarlet, everyone’s hearts slightly tense,

Wei Lingzhu’s face was extremely pale, her hands trembling.

Despair.

"Four! Three!"

The Seventh was panting and rubbing his hands incessantly in excitement!

"Two!"

"Enough." A calm voice suddenly interrupted him.

People turned towards the voice, and it was the honest young man curled up at the base of a tree in the corner.

Somehow, he had already stood up and patted the dust off his pants.

Zhang Fusheng said earnestly:

"If you had chosen a different game, I might have watched longer, but this kind of unoriginal and useless dilemma?"

He shook his head:

"It’s of no use and won’t let me see anything."

The calm voice echoed, and Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan saw in a daze the honest and naive Bo Yang walk forward.

Zhang Fusheng looked up and down at Wei Lingzhu:

"Lingzhu, do you have a master?"

He asked calmly, the abrupt desire to take her as a disciple was too strange; he wanted to see what was going on.

The verification was simple.

To truly accept a disciple.

In the forest, the Seventh was bewildered, and the others all looked at each other, confused by the honest young man’s strange behavior,

Wei Lingzhu was also perplexed, subconsciously shaking her head.

"Alright, offer a cup of tea, and you are considered my disciple, hmm, you also need a formal letter of apprenticeship, do it when we return to camp; it’s not urgent now."

The honest young man’s babble echoed, and the dumbfounded Seventh laughed in anger:

"Who’s gone crazy?"

The Qi Blood Smoke behind him suddenly expanded and twisted, transforming into a resplendent Qi Blood Palm Seal, straining the air until it rippled!

Wei Lingzhu’s expression changed, she reached out instinctively, trying to pull Bo Yang away.

Couldn’t move him.

She was stunned, watching Bo Yang turn his head calmly:

"Thunder."

"What?" Wei Lingzhu asked subconsciously.

The next moment.

The dark sky was suddenly illuminated.

People looked up towards the Celestial Vault — it was Thunderbolt.

Countless Thunderbolts appeared at the words of the naive young man, weaving through the celestial vault, lighting the dark sky bright white for a moment.

The massive thunderlight rolled into a sea.

From the cloudless night sky, from the rolling, earth-illuminating thunder sea, a thunderbolt roared down, like responding to that single word ’Thunder’.

Purple lightning darted through the forest, and as the lightning light faded, the Seventh had disappeared, leaving only some charred powder drifting in the wind.

’Boom!’

The clap of thunder exploded now.