What a Coincidence!

Thoughts slowly returned to the Eight Sceneries Palace, and then slowly returned to reality.

Open your eyes.

Zhang Fusheng was still somewhat dazed and incredulous.

"Cause, Process, Result"

He gazed at the night view outside the window and murmured to himself, "A transaction, a twist and change that encompasses countless events, ultimately leading to the agreement."

Contract Book, what exactly are you?

Zhang Fusheng was unaware of this, but his mood gradually calmed down, and he finally understood.

In his view, this was a 'distorted event' with a very wide impact.

But on the scale of the entire universe, it is incredibly small.

The projections at the Eight Sceneries Palace can alter the past.

Why not Contract Book?

At this moment, Zhang Fusheng began to truly ponder—what is Contract Book?

"Transactions and exchanges can even involve causality, time, and more abstract concepts."

"It should be a willing exchange, but not necessarily 'equivalent'."

"Just like"

He murmured to himself, recalling the ridiculous lies he had been telling for so long.

"The way that the Celestial Venerable practices is the Way of Heaven."

"The way of Heaven is to take from those who have too much and give to those who have too little."

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, chewed a Calming Tea, and his mind became increasingly calm.

If the five members Above High Heaven represent various religious sects, then the sect above them is the one that usurped the throne...

So, this time, the move made against Hu Zhongli, a Golden Councilor...

This involves the 'Federation'.

Should Gaotian Association underwater or on the surface of the water?

Zhang Fusheng pondered.

Perhaps it should be 'centered'.

Most of the underwater world is unseen, while a small group of people are on the surface.

It needs to develop; it cannot exist forever in absolute shadow. It needs to be known by a small group of people.

Even

It is desired by a small group of people.

It needs to become a synonym for 'power' and 'interests'.

It is a new interest group lurking within the Federation, an interest group that still centers on itself.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled a breath of Pure Qi, carrying the aroma of tea.

"The Celestial Venerable does not receive too many people, so the Above High Heaven need to maintain sufficient majesty and mystery, but the Gaotian Association can spread within a certain range."

"To have an audience with the Heavenly Venerable should be considered a supreme honor."

Zhang Fusheng set the tone.

He searched through the Divine Net, hoping to find information about the necessary conditions for entering the Innate Great Realm, but found little.

Only a few keywords were obtained.

'Harmony', 'Sealing the Furnace', 'Divine Realm'.

And, 'truly touching upon Different Dimension '.

"Could it be that breaking through the Great Limit of the spirit requires descending into Different Dimension? Is that why the help of gods from Different Dimension is needed?"

"That is why believers at the Innate Great Realm can truly come into contact with deities and are thus called the God's Chosen?"

Zhang Fusheng silently guessed that even if his guess was wrong, it wouldn't be far off.

That would be a bit troublesome.

Doesn't this mean I still have to make contact with the 'Ancestor of Land Immortals'?

Although the Innate Great Realm is still far away from him

But a lack of foresight will inevitably lead to immediate troubles—this matter cannot be left unresolved until the very end.

"What a nuisance," Zhang Fusheng sighed softly. Chen Yuque, who was sitting upright in the room, couldn't help but look over.

He immediately looked away and resumed sitting upright.

She understood her place very well.

'Knock knock knock'

There was a knock on the door.

I glanced at the time; it was exactly midnight. They were probably here to deliver a soul container. They were quite punctual.

Zhang Fusheng stood up and lazily walked to the door. The Divine Net goods required account verification for receipt.

Open the door.

In half a minute, after completing the not-too-complicated process, a deliveryman knocked on the door next door.

Just as she was about to return to her room, clutching the small Soul Container.

'Squeak~'

The door to room 1203 opened.

A familiar voice entered my ears.

Wuhu!

"Star Beast Burger, Milk Tea, Fried Chicken Leg!"

The Little Bean checked to make sure the takeout wasn't missing anything, and happily prepared to go back to his room to enjoy his meal, when he suddenly noticed a gaze fixed intently on him from the side.

She glanced sideways:

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen takeout before?"

Lin Dongxi blinked suddenly, his eyes darting sideways. "Huh, did I see wrong?"

She turned her head.

Their eyes met.

Lin Dongxi looked at that familiar, gloomy, grinning face, and the sinister Soul Container that person was holding in their arms.

"Evil--"

Before she screamed "Evil God's minions" for the second time.

Zhang Fusheng grabbed the Little Bean by the scruff of his neck.

Third Senior Sister

"What a coincidence!"

Zhang Fusheng gritted his teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately, and Chen Yuque's head popped out from inside the door.

The deliveryman wisely left.

The Waiting Area is only so big, and it's a transportation hub in Zhucheng, so every day there's a chance for enemies to run into each other.

He handed the container to Chen Yuque, picked up the hamburger from the takeout bag, and stuffed the whole thing into Lin Dongxi's mouth to silence her scream.

Zhang Fusheng, carrying the tearful Little Bean, slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

At the same time.

The Little Bean traced an arc in the air and then landed with a 'plop' on the living room carpet.

Reluctant to spit out the hamburger that was blocking her mouth, she swallowed it whole, burped, and jumped up.

"Are you human or ghosts???"

Zhang Fusheng grinned maliciously as he stepped forward:

"No, no, no, it's neither human nor ghost, it's a minion of Evil God!"

He scooped up the Little Bean.

A smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on the latter's face:

"Junior Disciple Brother."

"Would you believe me if I said it was a misunderstanding before?"

When the Junior Disciple Brother Little Bean sprouted the title "Third Senior Sister" from her junior brother, she realized that this was the real junior brother, not a henchman of the Evil God whose body was being controlled by the God of Plague.

Only

She shed her outer garments like a cicada shedding its shell, and with a 'whoosh,' shot an arrow behind Chen Yuque, wailing tearfully:

"Second Senior Sister, you're a Grand Martial Artist at the Twelve Refinements, you have to protect me!!"

Chen Yuque looked at her silently.

The next second.

Lin Dongxi felt himself being lifted up by something.

She looked down,

It is a deep red Blood Qi Palm Seal.

The Blood Qi Palm Seal lifted her up and placed her in front of the smiling Zhang Fusheng.

"Oh ho."

Lin Dongxi bit her finger, looking completely innocent.

"Junior Disciple Brother, you've become Martial Arts Master! Hahahaha!"

Zhang Fusheng grabbed her and pulled her down.

Then came a brutal beating.

The wailing and howling echoed in the well-soundproofed suite.

Twenty minutes later.

Lin Dongxi, with several large bumps on her head, huddled in a corner looking aggrieved, munching on her slightly cold fried chicken leg.

The crust isn't crispy anymore.

She felt even more wronged.

Zhang Fusheng stared expressionlessly at the Little Bean, patiently waiting for him to finish eating.

He then said quietly:

"Third Senior Sister, aren't you going to explain anything?"

Lin Dongxi's eyelids twitched, he shrank his neck, and said warily:

"We've already beaten you up, what else do you want? I already said, I thought you guys were stuck in Jiangzhou. By the way, where's Eldest Senior Brother?"

She asked casually.

Zhang Fusheng did not answer, but simply smiled and gazed at Lin Dongxi.

The latter felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at.

After a while.

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"Eldest Senior Brother, he's gone."

Lin Dongxi swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"You killed him?"

She immediately spoke with conviction:

"I'll keep this a secret absolutely. Eldest Senior Brother was killed by the Evil God. It has nothing to do with you, Junior Disciple Brother!"

"It wasn't me."

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the Little Bean, stopped playing, and spoke calmly:

"It was the [Calm Wrath Buddha Son] of the Mandala System who peeled off his scalp, stuffed him into a jar, and turned him into Human Treasure."

Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque both changed color at the same time.

The former exclaimed in surprise:

"A Buddhist disciple? How could someone like that seek out the Eldest Senior Brother?"

Zhang Fusheng calmly said:

"Junior Sister, how long are you going to keep acting?"

Or rather

"Living Buddha?"

Lin Dongxi's expression changed drastically; a chill surged from his tailbone, spreading throughout his entire body in one go.

She lowered her head and her eyelids.

A long silence followed.

When he raised his head again, his expression was one of solemnity and compassion.

"When did you come to understand the true form of this Buddha?"

A majestic voice echoed in the suite, and a few drops of Buddha Light's light shone behind the girl's head, converging into a faint, hazy circle of light.

It was as if the True Buddha had descended to earth.

In response to her,

It was a fist the size of a sandbag.

"Ouch!"

Lin Dongxi clutched a large bump on his head, wincing in pain and crying out:

"I'll confess! I'll confess everything!"

Zhang Fusheng bared his teeth and struck her head several more times until a large, dense bump, resembling the ushnisha (cranial protuberance) on the top of her head, sneered:

"Now that's more like the Buddha."

The Little Bean was in so much pain he was about to cry. He dared not hide anything anymore and told the whole story in detail.

From Niu Dali swallowing her blood, to the other party colluding with the Western Sect, to giving false testimony, and the Art of Living Corpses.

After saying First Seat,

Chen Yuque went from being dumbfounded to horrified, and then to being speechless.

She glanced furtively at her Junior Disciple Brother, who was Orthodox God incarnate.

So.

He's really not Junior Disciple Brother.

Chen Yuque's feelings suddenly became complicated again.

As for Zhang Fusheng...

He raised his eyebrows slightly:

"What exactly is the Art of Living Corpses?"

Lin Dongxi honestly confessed:

"The method of turning the dead into puppets is something I learned from a memory that flashed through my mind."

She covered her head with large bumps:

"I'm innocent! It was that bastard Niu Dali me to do it. He also forced me to create the zombies. Who did I create again? Let me count."

"The governor of Jiangzhou, a Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau, and a captain of the Investigation Bureau Vanguard Team."

Zhang Fusheng grew increasingly alarmed as he listened:

"Then how did you know that the Buddhist disciple had come looking for you?"

"A living corpse!"

Lin Dongxi timidly spoke up:

"That Buddhist disciple first approached one of my living corpses, the governor of Jiangzhou, so I naturally knew he was coming."

Zhang Fusheng seemed lost in thought. He didn't know anything else, but he had witnessed this matter firsthand.

When they went to find the governor to make a deal, they noticed the presence of the Buddhist disciple outside the governor's villa.

Art of Living Corpses

He pressed on, then shook his head. The difficulty of mastering this technique was extraordinary; otherwise, Niu Dali would have learned it himself long ago.

Is this technique specifically for trading?

It's not really necessary.

I won't go into the major flaws, but the main point is that with the Contract Book in hand, it's unnecessary.

Controlling the dead and controlling the living are not the same thing.

"Living Buddha."

Zhang Fusheng looked at the Little Bean with great interest, while the latter felt a chill run down his spine:

I was so wrong!

She stammered:

"I had no idea that things would turn out this way in Jiangzhou. My initial thought was that the Buddhist monk would kill that Niu Dali and then prove your innocence. How could I dare to confront him head-on!"

"He really will eat me up!"

At this point, Lin Dongxi became heartbroken again:

"That bastard treated me like a buffet. For six months, a full six months, he ate a couple of bites of my flesh and drank a couple of sips of my blood every day!"

She said timidly:

"Moreover, our top priority is to unite against external threats; we absolutely must not allow internal strife to occur!"

"United against external forces?"

Zhang Fusheng became interested:

"What do you mean?"

"Chongyang City, the ancestral lineage of my sect." Lin Dongxi briefly described the predicament his master was facing.

Zhang Fusheng frowned:

"Are both the eldest and second eldest Great Grandmaster?"

"Yes, Master was almost there too, but he was ambushed by our eldest grandmaster and contracted the Western Sect's Flesh and Blood Plague, and he never recovered."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen to retire in Jiangzhou City."

Zhang Fusheng's expression darkened. Two Great Grandmaster were now enemies, and behind them was the Western Sect.

What about myself?

Hu Zhongli couldn't say he had complete control, nor could he easily use them. If he really let the other party directly help 'Zhang Fusheng'...

That would greatly increase the risk of exposing oneself.

It can only be used selectively and skillfully.

But he had no choice but to go to Chongyang City, where the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron was located. He didn't really want to get it, but Miss Mingyue was eyeing it covetously.

Zhang Fusheng started to feel a headache coming on.

The Federation, the Golden Province, the Investigation Bureau, various cults, Ancestor of Land Immortals.

Everything was coming at once, as if some powerful force was pushing me into a whirlpool; as soon as I escaped one, another one came.

Too slow.

"It's been almost a month, and I've only just reached the level of Martial Arts Master—too slow!"

Zhang Fusheng stroked his junior sister's uneven head, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

"As for the major medicines, we can collect them in large quantities through Hu Zhongli, but they must be delivered to me in a way that won't involve me."

His spiritual realm had already reached a state of Perfection, and even just the initial stage of Perfection was enough to allow him to ascend to the level of [Great Grandmaster] the moment he stepped into the Grandmaster realm.

Great Grandmaster and Grandmasters are, in a sense, on the same level; the only difference lies in their spiritual realm.

One is a truly Perfection and True Spiritual Realm, while the other is Minor Perfection and illusory divine realm.

He whispered to himself.

"Perhaps I should first squeeze some juice out of my lovely, flawless Subordinate Soul."

Everything Subordinate Soul belongs to themselves.

Although they no longer have physical bodies, their spirit and soul remain one.

Breaking through the Great Limit of the mind seems to require confronting Different Dimension —so why not just not break through those Great Limit?

Just like, at the martial arts level, the [Thirteenth Refinement] that never existed was unearthed.

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face as he threw a punch.

"Your mother!"

"Keep hitting me!"

The Little Bean only managed to utter one curse before he completely fainted.