Zhang Fusheng, a Heaven-Sent Talent

"The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, it seems, is on the Double Ninth Festival."

Miss Mingyue spoke softly:

"This news really spreads very quickly."

Old Ghost Chai nodded and bowed respectfully.

"An unknown person is spreading this message widely, and currently, the three major religions—Buddhism, Confucianism, and Pantheon—are still in a state of skepticism."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"After all, it's still just hearsay, but most of the various religions and factions are taking it seriously now, and will at least send some followers and leaders to investigate."

The Miss Mingyue, sat in the antique carriage and took a sip of tea.

"Who do you think is the person who sent this message?"

"I don't know."

Old Ghost Chai simply shook his head:

"However, thanks to the battle in the Federation capital some time ago, and the arrival of the God of Plague in Jiangzhou."

"Currently, extremely strict checkpoints have been established between the provinces, and the Federation has entered a period of travel restrictions."

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"In the Golden Province, only my sect has the largest number of followers; other sects can't find many suitable people."

The Miss Mingyue closed her eyes in deep thought, then suddenly said:

"It's going to be chaotic."

Old Ghost Chai was puzzled:

"Are you saying that Chongyang City is going to descend into chaos?"

"No."

Miss Mingyue put down her teacup and said slowly and deliberately:

"This Federation is going to fall into chaos."

Old Ghost Chai was stunned.

The woman with a dot of vermilion between her eyebrows changed the subject:

"Be careful. This news is spreading too suspiciously. The person behind it all seems eager to lure people from all sects and factions to Chongyang City."

"This man has grand ambitions."

She looked out of the carriage and saw one deformed bubble after another crowding below, forming an incredible and magnificent spectacle.

Mountains and rivers are all contained within it.

"Mr. Zhang."

Chongyang City, District Three, Public Security Bureau.

Deputy Director's Office.

Liu Yuan carefully examined the young man who looked quite young in front of him. He clasped his hands together and said earnestly:

"I am most grateful to you, if it weren't for you."

The middle-aged director glanced at his daughter sitting beside him and let out a long sigh.

Zhang Fusheng simply smiled:

"I also have my own agenda, Director Liu, there's no need for that."

Liu Yuan stood up and personally poured Zhang Fusheng a cup of tea, then suddenly changed the subject:

"Is Mr. Zhang Martial Arts Master?"

"Yes."

Liu Yuan understood that unless Martial Arts Master, it would be impossible to kill several hunter squads in just over ten seconds.

"Mr. Zhang is truly a prodigy, Martial Arts Master at the age of eighteen. Even in Golden City, you couldn't find two like him."

Although Zhang Fusheng's information file has been updated, Liu Yuan has seen his real file and knows that this boy is actually only 18 years old.

He sat down again, pondered for a moment, and then spoke:

"The process of remaking Mr. Zhang's file is not without its flaws."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining unchanged.

"I humbly request Director Liu's guidance."

The seemingly smiling middle-aged man said softly:

"The General Administration has three Deputy Director. I'm in charge of criminal investigations, Lao Li is in charge of public security, and then there's Lao He, He Gaozhuo, who's in charge of internal management, including information and archives."

Liu Yuan took a sip of tea:

"I don't have a good relationship with Lao He. He has always been on the opposite side of me. To be honest, Mr. Zhang, Wang Tianlong, whom I've been investigating recently, also has some connection with Lao He."

He stared at the boy, but the boy's expression remained unchanged; he simply asked calmly:

"What does Director Liu mean?"

"I want to kick Lao He out of the game."

Liu Yuan patted his daughter on the shoulder, and she tactfully left the office, gently closing the door behind her.

He then continued:

"Mr. Zhang is now Senior Inspector in our headquarters. His resume includes seven years of undercover work, during which he assisted in solving numerous major cases, such as 821 and 113. His achievements are more than sufficient."

"Since Mr. Zhang is Martial Arts Master, his cultivation level is more than sufficient."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"I've never actually been an undercover agent."

"But coincidentally," Liu Yuan said with a smile, "Several major cases were solved with the help of my informants."

"And apart from me, no one knows who my informant is; his credit could also go to you, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Fusheng stared at the middle-aged man; this guy was a sly fox too.

Zhang Fusheng didn't refuse, and said with a smile:

"So, what does Director Liu mean?"

"Martial Arts Master, with sufficient cultivation and merit, should be fully eligible for promotion to Level 3 Inspector according to the regulations!"

Liu Yuan continued with a smile:

"A Level 3 Inspector is eligible to compete for the position of Deputy Director."

Zhang Fusheng squinted his eyes:

"What, Director Liu, do you want me to replace He Gaozhuo?"

"Right."

Liu Yuan continued speaking eloquently:

"He Gaozhuo, colluding with Wang Tianlong, is capable of any evil deed."

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly to his long-winded explanation before finally speaking:

"Director Liu should know what my relationship is with Wang Tianlong, right?"

The latter's expression turned serious:

"Know."

"Zhang Fusheng, eighteen years old, a freshman at Jiangzhou University, a disciple of Hong Tianbao at the Jiangzhou Hong Ji Martial Arts Hall. This is information from Mr. Zhang's old file."

Liu Yuan spoke frankly:

"I also know Hong Tianbao. He is the third disciple of Master Yuan Feidao and Chen Qiusheng's third junior brother."

"Mr. Zhang and Wang Tianlong are naturally fellow disciples."

Zhang Fusheng understood completely.

That old fox, no wonder he gave himself the title of Senior Inspector.

A power struggle?

He Gaozhuo is backed by Wang Tianlong, so Liu Yuan is targeting Wang Tianlong, and Wang Tianlong also sends people to assassinate Liu Cuihua.

Currently, Deputy Director Liu's situation is probably quite precarious.

They wanted to bind themselves, or rather, their master, to the chariot.

I'm afraid that when assigning themselves an identity,

I had planned everything in advance.

Zhang Fusheng smiled wryly:

"I naturally have no problem with it, but I'm curious, since Director Liu wants to pin all the credit for a certain informant on me."

"Then, what about that informant?"

Liu Yuan took a sip of tea and sighed softly:

"He sacrificed himself yesterday."

Zhang Fusheng burst out laughing.

After a while.

The two shook hands, each with their own thoughts.

"Pleasure doing business with you?"

"It's a pleasure doing business with you."

Not long after.

Zhang Fusheng walked out of the security building with several files in his hands, including those of his parents, Wang Tianlong, and his senior uncle.

He came to the Public Security Bureau as soon as he got off the plane; his initial intention was to make contact with Liu Yuan.

And check your parents' information—otherwise, finding them in Chongyang City without being able to contact them will be quite difficult.

With Liu Yuan's help, screening people named Zhang Wentao and Zhou Guifang throughout the city becomes much simpler.

"Junior Disciple Brother."

Lin Dongxi, who was waiting outside the headquarters, asked curiously:

"When did you get involved with Chongyang's Public Security Bureau? Shall we go see Master now?"

"No rush, let's wait a few days."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and squinted, saying:

"Didn't you say that your eldest uncle and his disciples are targeting your master?"

Lin Dongxi nodded:

"Yes, I heard from Master that our Grandmaster wasn't a good person. He loved 'raising Gu' (a type of poisonous insect). Master used to have more than a hundred fellow disciples."

Zhang Fusheng flipped through the files of Wang Tianlong and Chen Qiusheng, and calmly said:

"Our eldest master won't notice us, the Second Senior Sister and I, these two 'dead people.' Let's settle down in Chongyang City for now, and find an opportunity to secretly meet with our master in a few days."

Lin Dongxi Mingwu:

"Yes, this will indeed save a lot of trouble in the short term. Now that I'm free from Niu Dali's clutches, I need some time to develop."

Zhang Fusheng grunted in agreement, then glanced back at the Public Security Bureau building.

Behind the glass window on the top floor, Liu Yuan was also looking at him.

The one-way glass did not block their gazes; they made eye contact, and he could see Director Liu give him a friendly nod.

Zhang Fusheng turned back and continued:

"You and your Second Senior Sister should find a place to stay quietly for now, try to contact Master, and avoid any conflicts with the disciples of your two senior uncles. I will arrange the rest."

"Okay." Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque nodded in unison, without the slightest objection.

The former was terrified of being beaten, while the latter was Zhang Fusheng's puppet.

After giving a few more instructions, Zhang Fusheng hailed a taxi and headed to the Seventh District of Chongyang City.

In the car, he quietly looked at the numerous documents.

Dad remained in Seventh District, his identity changing from an underground doctor to the owner of a small casino, while Mom returned to being a teacher;

As for his senior uncle Chen Qiusheng, and his eldest disciple Wang Tianlong?

According to the information,

The former is a Great Grandmaster who holds an important position in the military in Chongyang City, while the latter is a top Martial Arts Master who runs a Martial Arts Academy in the city.

Martial Arts Academy with complex relationships with underground forces, like Hong's.

Zhang Fusheng has no intention of acknowledging his master.

At least, they don't plan to publicly acknowledge each other, which would completely avoid most of the trouble.

After all, Hong Tianbao's apprentice Zhang Fusheng was already dead.

I am just someone with the same name.

He'll step in when it comes to the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron.

"Chongyang City, Golden Councilor."

Zhou Muneo had already reported the previous events to him through soul communication: the Golden Province had been affected by the struggle in the capital.

Many parliamentary seats are now facing a period of change and transition.

The eldest master has his eye on the council seats in Chongyang City and is seeking Old Hu's help.

"That fox Liu Yuan wants me to stand in front of him, to shield him from all kinds of pressure, and to fight for him."

Zhang Fusheng laughed.

Perfect.

He also had an idea.

"The seeds of the Gaotian Association have been sown, and this interest group is bound to gradually expand."

"I, Zhang Fusheng, should also have First Seat place in the Gaotian Association."

In short, the pseudonym controls the Gaotian Association, while the real person joins the Gaotian Association.

Zhang Fusheng's eyes gleamed. In this way, he could openly borrow the power of the Gaotian Association to quickly become stronger.

How could things have gotten to the way they are now?

Even getting Hu Zhongli to help collect the Five Elements Great Medicine is difficult!

After all, neither the Celestial Venerable nor his Heavenly Venerate's Attendant need such a thing.

But Zhang Fusheng could need it.

"The Director-General is also a contender for the Golden Councilor." He looked out the window, his gaze deep.

Liu Yuan wanted to use himself as a shield.

I could also leverage his influence to become Deputy Director, or even the director-general.

The chief administrator of Chongyang City needs to have the cultivation level of a Grandmaster.

But am I really that far from being a grandmaster?

The taxi slowly drove into Seventh District, heading towards a newly opened underground casino.

Waiting Area, Council Building.

Zhou Muneo suddenly spoke:

"The Gaotian Association has a new member."

Hu Zhongli, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly perked up and opened his eyes:

"He, or she?"

"He's not well-known yet; he's a Senior Inspector from Chongyang City."

Hu Zhongli's lips twitched. What the heck?

Senior Inspector?

What rotten fish and shrimp!

Zhou Muneo's expression turned solemn:

"The reason he was able to join the Gaotian Association and become the second member after you is because the Respected Attendant, even values him."

Hu Zhongli's eyes sharpened:

Is there anything special about him?

"A gifted individual."

Zhou Muneo sighed softly:

"Martial Arts Master around twenty years old."

Hu Zhongli was slightly surprised, picked up his teacup, and took a sip:

"That's not bad, with such talent, even..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the envoy continue:

"Contemplation Perfection; the true divine realm has been opened."

Hu Zhongli coughed violently.

He was moved. No wonder, no wonder.

"Such a monstrous talent exists in this world?" Hu Zhongli exclaimed instinctively, his gaze hardening.

I am about to enter the Innate Great Realm, adding a thousand years to my lifespan.

And a twenty-year-old who has mastered the True Spiritual Realm has joined the Gaotian Association, and is even more favored by that terrifying Respected Attendant?

How far can he go in the future?

Hu Zhongli didn't dare to think about it.

After hesitating for a moment, he still whispered:

"Envoy, may I have his information?"

Zhou Muneo turned his head, and all three eyes stared at the old man at the same time:

"How?"

Hu Zhongli's eyes shone brightly:

I want it

"Place your bet! Take the risk!"