High! High! Beyond Words!

"Name?"

"Zhang Fusheng."

"Chen Yuque."

A man and a woman spoke weakly, Zhang Fusheng feigning a toothache:

"Tell me, isn't that a piece of trash?"

Chen Yuque's lips twitched, and she nodded silently.

"Quiet!"

The guard slammed his hand on the table, making a dull thud. As a guard of the Council Building, his cultivation level was not low, reaching the Sixth Refinement of the cultivation realm.

Even in a lower-level city, this would make him a powerful and influential figure.

Another guard walked in at that moment:

"I've checked their identity information, there are no problems. They are Senior Inspector and Intermediate Inspector from the Chongyang City Public Security Bureau."

The guard's expression remained unchanged; he was unmoved by the fact that he was Senior Inspector —this was the Waiting Area, the Council Building.

As a guard of the Council Building, I see countless Martial Arts Masters, even grandmasters and Great Grandmaster, every year.

"It seems like just a child's innocent remark."

The guard nodded and stood up:

"In that case, you two may leave."

Zhang Fusheng and Chen Yuque, their faces dark, were kicked out of the small dark room.

"Where is that bastard?"

The former asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Yuque silently shook her head, then whispered:

"Now that Junior Sister has seen me standing shoulder to shoulder with you, your previous suggestion that I feign distancing myself from you may not work."

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work."

Zhang Fusheng was eager to get started:

"Right now, all I want is to find my dear Third Senior Sister, and to find this descended Living Buddha."

Chen Yuque's expression hardened, and she asked cautiously:

"Then, what?"

"And then?" Zhang Fusheng's face darkened. "Spank her!"

He walked onto the bustling street again, his mind filled with worry.

So here's the question.

With special materials everywhere designed to prevent divine perception from spying on them, how are they supposed to find that doomed kid, Lin Dongxi?

Toothache.

"Let's go back to the hotel first," Zhang Fusheng said weakly, glancing at the Council Building not far away with a deep look in his eyes.

A rare full moon hung in the sky.

"Has someone accepted the bounty?"

The butler raised an eyebrow, his expression invigorated:

"Bring it over for us to see."

He is a butler, but he is more than just a butler.

The Lineage parliamentarians in the Golden Province are often referred to as the 'Golden Family'.

Every ten years, the governors of the forty-nine provinces would rotate among themselves to prevent the governors from becoming too powerful and controlling within the provinces.

But the members of parliament don't rotate.

Each member of parliament symbolizes the prosperity of Lineage that has lasted for at least a century.

As the head steward of such Lineage, he naturally holds an extremely high position.

Not long after.

A little boy who looked about five or six years old was brought before the butler.

The head steward of the Golden Family nearly lost his composure.

He paused for a moment, then sighed:

"Send it out."

The servant nodded respectfully and was about to grab the little brat by the neck.

"Hu Zhongli."

A childish voice rang out.

The little boy said calmly:

"Hu Zhongli, you'd better come and see me."

Zhou Muneo's tone conveyed a sense of superiority, and he was indeed superior—in his mindset.

Oneself, in a sense

He is Divine Emissary.

Central Extreme Cult Master! Great Emperor of the Underworld! Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal!!

The butler's expression tightened slightly, sensing something was amiss, and he stared intently at the little brat:

Do you really have news about Longevity Great Medicine?

"Longevity Great Medicine? There isn't one."

The butler's face fell:

"Throw him out!"

The attendant was about to step forward.

The butler saw the little boy raise his head and stare at him indifferently, as if he were an ant.

The next second.

'Smack!'

A third eye suddenly opened between his brows, its gaze filled with a decaying, rotten wood-like grayness.

"Summon Hu Zhongli to see me."

Zhou Muneo stood with his hands behind his back and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

Like a high and mighty god issuing decrees to the common people in the Mortal World.

The butler's expression changed drastically.

Zhang Fusheng's expression changed drastically.

No.

How can he be so good at pretending?

Zhang Fusheng could perfectly perceive the movements of the Subordinate Soul, and naturally he also saw all of Zhou Muneo's words and actions.

Is this guy some kind of born show-off? How come he can act even more convincingly than I am?!

Zhang Fusheng's expression changed as he walked into the hotel lobby, already having some guesses in his mind.

Perhaps

In Zhou Muneo's own view, he wasn't 'pretending'.

From Zhou Muneo's own perspective,

He truly came from hell by Imperial Edict, descending to earth as the messenger of the Central Extreme Cult Master and the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal, acting on his behalf.

"It might not be a bad thing."

Zhang Fusheng stroked his chin and muttered to himself, deciding to let Zhou Muneo improvise until it was time to really start impressing people, at which point he would step in.

Or rather, the outcome.

"What?" Chen Yuque asked cautiously from the side.

"Fine."

Zhang Fusheng pressed the elevator button, went up to the 12th floor, glanced at 1202 which was being cleaned and rebuilt, and then turned and walked into the new room next to 1203.

"So, where did that little bastard Lin Dongxi run off to?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, slammed the door shut, and slowly sat down in the living room, keeping an eye on Zhou Muneo's situation while browsing the Divine Net.

"This is interesting."

His gaze was fixed on the trading platform within the Divine Net.

All sorts of things were hanging up for sale, from scrap metal to powerful medicines and rare treasures.

The Divine Net within the Waiting Area is arguably the most 'prosperous' Divine Net besides the Provincial Government Golden City.

After all, it's a transit hub and the best place to sell stolen goods.

Stolen goods that are difficult to sell in other cities can be brought to the Waiting Area for sale.

"Um?"

Zhang Fusheng's finger paused slightly as he swiped the screen, his gaze settling on a pile of scrap metal listed for sale.

[Mysterious Palace Plaque]

[Price: 98 Pseudo-Souls]

He clicked on the picture, and his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

It was an unremarkable-looking plaque with the words "Miro Heavenly Palace" written on it in bold, powerful characters.

Miro Heavenly Palace

In mythology, it is the absolute central hub of the thirty-three heavens, excluding the Three Pure Ones.

The Great Heavenly Venerate of Jade Purity, resides in the Miro Heavenly Palace, ruling over all the heavens and holding the laws and decrees of heaven.

Is it a coincidence of sharing the same name, or...?

Zhang Fusheng's breathing suddenly quickened, and he sent a message to the seller:

"No fake souls, but five true souls. Do you want them?"

A few seconds later, the seller replied:

"Okay, address?"

Zhang Fusheng entered the hotel address and room number, and after a few moments...

The seller's message popped up:

"I'm in the wilderness, so I won't be back until early morning. I'll deliver it around six o'clock tomorrow morning. As for the True Soul, is it a transaction within the Divine Realm or a transaction involving the container?"

Container?

Zhang Fusheng understood; those below the Grandmaster level had not mastered the Divine Realm and therefore were unable to absorb souls.

In such cases, transactions involving 'souls' are conducted by storing the souls in special containers.

"Container transaction," he messaged, and the other party replied with a "received."

Suppressing his excitement, Zhang Fusheng thought for a moment and then ordered a Soul Container from the Divine Net; it wasn't too expensive.

It's only seven thousand yuan.

Order submitted successfully; the estimated delivery time is midnight.

"Half an hour," Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, his eyes darting around.

Next door.

"Holy crap!"

Lin Dongxi huddled on the bed, her expression terrified:

"How come the minions of the God of Plague have started spreading so quickly?"

She exhaled a few breaths, a look of alarm and worry appearing on her face.

That definitely couldn't be the Second Senior Sister and the Junior Disciple Brother.

They were already tainted in Jiangzhou, tainted in the land where the Divine Descent, and most importantly...

After that Niu Dali's instigation, can these two still walk side by side?

Lin Dongxi's expression was solemn, and he muttered to himself in a low voice:

"The exterior remains unchanged, but inside it is likely a mass of Flesh and Blood Plague. The will that governs the body has probably also become the will of the God of Plague."

She frowned deeply. Was the God of Plague's ambition really that great?

Having just arrived, are they already spreading their minions everywhere, intending to quietly sow Flesh and Blood Plague?

"This is troublesome; we won't be able to leave the Waiting Area until the day after tomorrow."

Lin Dongxi breathed a sigh of relief:

"I wonder when I'll be able to return to my rightful place. What was I thinking back then? Was I just bored and decided to go through this whole 'Avatar Tribulation' thing?"

She really didn't understand.

Lin Dongxi only knew that he was Living Buddha, but he had no specific memories of it, nor did he possess any corresponding Divine Ability.

Yes, he possesses an astonishing talent.

For the past six months, if it weren't for that bastard Niu Dali sucking my blood every day, I wouldn't even be a Second Refinement.

Of course, she also has one or two images that occasionally flash back from the depths of her memory.

Those images were probably memories from a previous life, from Different Dimension.

"The Great Belly Buddha Ancestor".

She murmured to herself.

I still dislike this name.

It's like someone is sick.

"Things have come to this."

Let's order some takeout first!

She placed the order, glanced at the time, and saw it wouldn't arrive for another half hour.

That is to say...

Midnight.

"I'm so hungry!" she muttered, rubbing her stomach. "No wonder they call her the Great Belly Buddha Ancestor."

Council Building.

Zhou Muneo stood quietly with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently.

Time passed by, second by second.

11:38 PM.

'Squeak~'

Two servants opened the ancient and solemn mahogany gate, and an old man with a hunched back and a distinct smell of decay slowly walked in.

"Hu Zhongli?"

The old man saw a child with three eyes on his forehead sitting upright in a chair, looking down at him in a superior manner.

"It is I."

Hu Zhongli's expression hardened slightly, his gaze sweeping over the other person's third eye, which clearly held a decaying, rotten look.

This made him very uncomfortable, reminding him of himself, dying like rotten wood.

The head butler tactfully left the room, and the mahogany door slowly closed.

"Who are you?"

Hu Zhongli spoke calmly, having served as Golden Councilor for over a century, he had seen and experienced everything.

They wouldn't be moved by a child with three eyes on his forehead.

Despite the other party's haughty attitude.

"I?"

Zhou Muneo said calmly:

"I am merely a messenger, coming to you on behalf of my lord."

His tone was extremely arrogant, and Hu Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly. This attitude was very much like those guys from the capital.

It wasn't an act.

This child, truly and sincerely, looks down on him.

Hu Zhongli sat down leisurely:

"Messenger?"

He asked calmly:

"Does the person behind you possess Longevity Great Medicine? How much are they asking for?"

"Extend life?"

Zhou Muneo seemed to have heard a huge joke and chuckled:

"Does lifespan really need to be extended?"

"Life and death on earth are in the hands of my Lord."

Hu Zhongli understood:

"Evil God? Which sect are you from?"

He was calm:

"You cultists actually dared to sell me the Longevity Great Medicine? Not bad at all."

"Presumptuous!!"

The little boy snapped, his three eyes snapping open as he stared intently at the old councilor:

"How dare you speak of my lord as Evil God?"

He had once been the head of an operations team in the Investigation Bureau, so he naturally understood that the power to bring the dead back to life was Orthodox God could wield!

Zhou Muneo stood up and approached step by step:

"How could you, an ant, possibly know the power of my lord?"

"Golden Councilor."

He scoffed, turned around haughtily, stepped onto the wooden table, and sat down cross-legged.

Under Hu Zhongli's questioning gaze.

Zhou Muneo said calmly:

"You are lucky."

"Lord, I want to see you in person."

His three eyes closed simultaneously.

At the same time.

In a certain supreme Dao Palace, a young man sitting upright on a futon quietly lowered his will and took control of the Subordinate Soul body.

One breath, two breaths.

Third breath.

Hu Zhongli saw this strange little boy, trembling slightly, his breathing suddenly becoming disordered.

Up to the tenth breath.

Hu Zhongli suddenly shuddered.

Looking at the little boy who seemed unchanged, he suddenly felt as if he were gazing up at the vast starry sky.

Like

Ants peer at the boundless blue sky.

High! High! High!

It is beyond words!!

Hu Zhongli's pupils contracted sharply; his previously calm State of Mind was shattered, and an urge to crawl on his knees arose within him!

God.

It's God!!

The old man gasped for breath, and finally lowered his head.

The boy opened his eyes.

He was right there, staring at the old man.

The old man, however, felt that the gaze fixed upon him seemed to come from beyond the infinite, from an infinitely high place.

Who are you?

He asked, trembling.

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