A Great Sect Attacks!

"A bounty issued by my master? What does that mean?"

Zhang Fusheng followed Old Ghost Chai, seemingly supervising the cleaning staff as they did their work.

Neither of them looked at the other; they walked and talked on their own.

"Special bounty from the Black Net."

Old Ghost Chai whispered:

"Our major sects have established an internal network called the Black Net, which is used for communication among the sects, including trading and posting bounty missions."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. A cult version of the Divine Net?

Old Ghost Chai stopped in the corner of the corridor and started sweeping the floor:

"Yesterday, a mysterious person posted a bounty—of course, it was actually Yuan Feidao, whom Black Eyes tracked down on the way."

"The bounty is for the complete annihilation of the fourteen people at the Source Origin Research Institute, leaving no one alive."

After a pause, Old Ghost Chai shrugged:

"The reward is really generous: a White Bone Lotus Seed, a body-cleansing elixir, and the task is so simple. Of course I accepted it."

Zhang Fusheng's expression shifted. Why would his grandmaster kill people from the Research Institute?

He frowned and spoke:

"Give up."

"Why?" Old Ghost Chai asked, his expression displeased. "I'm here to help you on orders, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to everything you say."

He paused slightly, recalling Lord Mingyue's instructions before they set off, before saying indignantly:

"Suit yourself, give up if you want. But I must remind you, Yuan Feidao issued a [public bounty], and I'm not the only one accepting it."

Zhang Fusheng's expression turned even uglier, and he pressed the intercom button:

"Everyone, go on high alert. We may be under attack soon. Also, notify Teams 2 and 3 to come immediately."

Zhang Fusheng frowned as he released the button.

"Why did our grandmaster kill the people from the Research Institute?"

Old Ghost Chai said inexplicably:

"He's your grandmaster, not mine. Why are you asking me?"

Zhang Fusheng's lips twitched, his mind racing, when he suddenly remembered what Zhang Xiaoxi had said earlier.

The Research Institute came here to survey the [cross -Dimensional Convergence Point].

Is there a connection between the two events?

If not, that's fine.

If so.

That would be a very serious problem.

Without the interference of Malevolent Energy, Zhang Fusheng's thoughts raced, and his expression grew increasingly solemn.

That old woman was a clever move to infiltrate the research team; we can't let her die so easily, especially since that unlucky kid Zhang Xiaoxi is also on the bounty list.

No.

Isn't she such an unlucky kid?

Zhang Fusheng squinted:

Do you know who else has accepted the bounty?

"Who knows?"

Old Ghost Chai shrugged:

"But there must be quite a few, as the number of followers of various religions in Chongyang City has been increasing recently. By the way, do you know the rumors about the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron '?"

"I know, there's a mysterious person pulling the strings behind the scenes, but their purpose is unknown."

Old Ghost Chai nodded:

"Speaking of which, you've joined the Public Security Bureau? And your position seems pretty high. How did you manage that?"

Zhang Fusheng did not answer him. After a moment of contemplation, he made a phone call to Liu Yuan.

"Director Liu, there might be some issues at the Research Institute. We'd like to send a few more Enforcement Team, and it would be best if you could come in person as well."

Liu Yuan on the other end of the phone was a little surprised, but he didn't ask why and readily agreed.

As soon as the phone call ended, Zhang Fusheng saw the doors of the rooms opening one by one—half an hour had passed.

The old woman wanted to hold a brief meeting.

Zhang Fusheng frowned, and after instructing Old Ghost Chai to leave first, his mind began to race.

If a cult attack were to occur, it would likely cause a major disturbance.

Big commotion?

He seemed to have thought of something.

"Perhaps... it's an opportunity?"

Zhang Fusheng's expression relaxed slightly. A White Bone Lotus Seed and a miraculous medicine—these were probably the things that could attract a grandmaster to attack!

Are there any cult members at the master level in Chongyang City?

Yes, there definitely is.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Zhang Fusheng had an idea. His thoughts entered his divine realm, circulating within the Heaven and Earth Tablet.

Then, he withdrew the thoughts imbued with the Immortal Dao Rhyme and quietly left a mark on the spot.

Without a material form to carry the Immortal Thought, this mark will not last long.

But that's enough.

The researchers quickly moved to the executive conference room on the lower floor, a common feature in many large hotels.

As they entered, Lu Quanrui kept supporting Elder Yu, muttering something to himself, and occasionally pointing to Zhang Fusheng not far away.

"Teacher, Chongyang City is really unreliable. They can assign just anyone to be your security guard."

Lu Quanrui deliberately raised his voice:

"But don't worry, teacher, I've already contacted Director He here. Director He said he'll personally investigate on his way here!"

Elder Yu glared at him:

"What are you doing? Xiaoxi's friend, is this necessary?"

Lu Quanrui's expression hardened, he chuckled twice, and remained silent.

As they entered the conference room, Zhang Fusheng pulled Zhang Xiaoxi aside and whispered:

"Stay close to me from now on, it might be dangerous."

"Danger??" Zhang Xiaoxi and Chen Qingxue both widened their eyes. Zhang Fusheng nodded slightly without offering any further explanation.

This is difficult to explain.

After all, according to Old Ghost Chai, the Black Net was a clandestine network through which those cults communicated with each other.

Zhang Xiaoxi and Chen Qingxue took their seats in the conference room. Zhang Fusheng arranged for the law enforcement officers to stand guard outside, and then followed them into the conference room, making sure to close the door behind them.

He was in charge of security for this operation and had every reason to be inside.

As expected, Elder Yu glanced at the young man but said nothing. He sat upright in the main seat of the long table and tapped the tabletop.

The researchers all looked at the old woman.

The old woman said in a deep voice:

"I just activated the instrument and did a preliminary test. The dimensional fluctuation value of Chongyang City is a bit too high."

She looked around and continued:

"This means that there is indeed a possibility of Dimensional Convergence Point in Chongyang City, with a probability greater than 3%."

"Based on a rough estimate, the Convergence Point is likely to occur between January 9th and February 9th next year; the later it occurs, the higher the probability."

Zhang Fusheng's brows furrowed even deeper.

From 1.9 to 2.9?

February 9th happened to be the date set by our master for the 'competition'.

Lu Quanrui raised his hand at this moment:

"Teacher, but I just did a quick test, and the spacetime curvature and other parameters are all within the normal range, right?"

The old woman waved her hand and reprimanded her without any mercy:

"You've been with me for so long, and you're still so careless? Before the dimension and reality Convergence Point, there will indeed be significant spacetime anomalies, but that's a 'natural overlap'!"

She slammed her hand on the table and said:

"Artificially Convergence Point wouldn't provide such a warning!"

Zhang Fusheng didn't quite understand, but he could grasp the meaning of the artificially Convergence Point.

Could this grandmaster, whom I've never met before, truly be a Celestial Person planning to ascend to Becoming a God?

It doesn't seem impossible, does it?

Amidst a whirlwind of thoughts, Zhang Fusheng saw the girl named Chen Qingxue raise her hand:

"But Elder Yu, from another perspective, artificially creating Dimensional Convergence Point is almost impossible, isn't it?"

Elder Yu nodded:

"Indeed, it's impossible in theory, but there are always exceptions. As far as I know, certain special circumstances can make it happen, for example..."

She pushed up her glasses:

"For example, the [Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron] that those cultivators talk about can directly reach Different Dimension."

Zhang Fusheng thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

It's confirmed.

It really is Old Yuan!

The reason for the bounty was instantly clear—to silence witnesses.

They prevented the Research Institute from calculating this result.

But what happens when Dimensional Convergence Point occurs, besides allowing Celestial Person to ascend to godhood?

The thought had barely formed in Zhang Fusheng's mind when he heard the old woman speak:

" At Dimensional Convergence Point, normally there shouldn't be much harm if precautions are taken in advance."

She looked around:

"The real point is, if it really is a man-made Convergence Point, it means there is a very powerful cultivator preparing to [Becoming a God]."

The vast majority of researchers were bewildered.

Becoming a God?

This concept was far removed from Zhang Fusheng's understanding, let alone for ordinary people without any cultivation.

Elder Yu seemed to understand this as well, and without explaining further, he simply tapped the table again and began assigning tasks and roles to everyone.

The meeting concluded quickly.

"It's five or six o'clock." The old woman stood up gracefully. "Alright, let's all go have dinner together."

Zhang Fusheng casually opened the conference room door, but suddenly stopped.

"Wait!"

He stopped the researchers who were about to leave, glanced at Zhang Xiaoxi, who immediately tensed up and moved closer to his younger cousin as instructed.

Lu Quanrui frowned and said:

"Captain Zhang, what is it now?"

Zhang Fusheng glanced at him, paused for a moment, and stepped aside:

"Then you're leaving?"

Lu Quanrui glanced at the corridor outside the conference room; it was clean and quiet, which was normal, as this floor had also been cleared out.

"Fine, I'll go," he muttered, but the old woman grabbed his arm.

Something's not right.

The old woman frowned; though an ordinary person, she possessed an extraordinary sense of smell.

She spoke in a deep voice:

"What about the other law enforcement officers?"

Yes, they disappeared.

Zhang Fusheng's voice also sounded somewhat heavy:

"Everyone, step back."

The researchers immediately backed away.

Zhang Fusheng stared at the empty corridor, took out his phone, and made a call to Liu Yuan:

"Director Liu, where are you?"

"Captain Zhang, we've arrived downstairs and are getting ready."

Zhang Fusheng hung up the phone immediately.

That damn Captain Zhang.

It wasn't Liu Yuan on the other end of the phone.

The call might not even get through.

He looked around the conference room; it was bright and clean. Then he reached out and touched the floor.

There wasn't even a speck of dust.

This is not a meeting room.

This isn't even a hotel.

It is... a divine realm.

The [True Spiritual Realm] of a certain Grandmaster, no, a certain Great Grandmaster!!

Zhang Fusheng's expression grew increasingly grave. If it was Great Grandmaster, why hadn't he made a move yet?

He silently activated the second form of his spiritual technique— the Newly Dead Form —while simultaneously visualizing himself as a skeleton, as utterly ordinary, to avoid being detected as unusual by an unknown Great Grandmaster.

Zhang Fusheng did not use his Mental Intent; he acted just like an ordinary high-level martial artist.

His gaze continued to sweep across the area. Even without using his divine sense or divine realm, he still possessed the [Thousand-Year Status], still surpassing even Great Grandmaster.

I sensed it.

It's not a divine realm.

There are four.

The divine realms of four Great Grandmaster simultaneously enveloped this place!

Beneath the calm surface, four major figures are vying for power. What are they vying for?

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced, contemplating who would kill the researchers and claim the bounty offered by his master.

"The White Bone Lotus Seed is even more attractive to Grandmasters and Great Grandmaster than I imagined."

"Indeed, this is the culmination of a century of Mental Accumulation."

Zhang Fusheng silently thought to himself, then grabbed Zhang Xiaoxi's hand, walked to the old woman's side, and placed his hand on the back of her neck.

"Captain Zhang, you—" Lu Quanrui was about to reprimand her, but the old woman glared at him fiercely, and he quickly shut up.

"Captain Zhang," the old woman said solemnly, her expression serious, "I'm entrusting this to you."

"You think too highly of me."

Zhang Fusheng said this, but he silently sensed the turbulent and colliding Mental Intent stirring in the shadows, in places invisible to the naked eye!

His millennium-long status allows him to perceive things without using his divine sense.

Just like before, without using divine sense, simply tapping the air was enough to kill three Martial Arts Master out of thin air.

Thousand-Year Status,

His very existence is already a part of his own [divine realm].

"These Great Grandmaster want to complete the bounty quietly, without making too much of a commotion."

Zhang Fusheng's gaze was deep as he pondered silently.

That won't do.

We have to make a big fuss.

He wanted to draw the attention of half of Chongyang City to this hotel.

"I'll count down from three," Zhang Fusheng said in a low voice, one hand on the old woman's neck and the other holding his nervous younger cousin.

"Once the countdown is complete, everyone, rush towards the floor-to-ceiling window! Don't hesitate, don't stop!"

Did you all hear that?

The researchers were stunned; had they crashed into the French windows?!

They instinctively looked out the window; they were on the 32nd floor, a hundred meters above the ground!

The old woman whispered:

"Follow Captain Zhang's orders!"

The researchers nodded nervously.

"Now."

"Three, two"

"Collide!"

Zhang Fusheng, along with Elder Yu and Zhang Xiaoxi, crashed violently into the French windows. The other researchers gritted their teeth and followed suit, including Lu Quanrui.

'Bang!!'

The floor-to-ceiling window was smashed.

More than ten people plummeted toward the ground, and the deathly silence vanished abruptly, replaced by the noise of the world once more!

The four mental forces that were secretly battling erupted instantly.

The entire thirty-two-story building shattered under the terrifying Mental Intent!

Now.

The thirty-third floor.

The immortal mark left by Zhang Fusheng was slightly distorted.

An old man appeared out of thin air.