He Doesn't Care

The Thunder Tide rolled away and dissipated, but its lingering sound still echoed over the Double Ninth Festival.

"A question to Heaven and Earth." Yuan Feidao stood on the high building, gazing at the illusory figure in the distance, and took a sip of tea.

"The thunderclaps that occurred that day were all caused by this person."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression somewhat grave.

"When did such a figure appear in this Golden Province? His spiritual influence covers an area of over a hundred kilometers—and probably more than that."

The old man was certain that this way he could ask questions.

How could someone who can "Inquire the Heavens Below" be an Innate Great Realm?

Inquire the Heavens Below, even ordinary deities would find it difficult.

"It is not the true form, but merely a reflection of a wisp of will. Above High Heaven, what is the Celestial Venerable?"

The teacup in Yuan Feidao's hand twisted, turning into a wisp of thin mist that flowed between his fingers and palm.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, evaporating into rain before they even get close, and then into mist.

A hazy mist hung in the air.

"Give him a try?"

"Forget it, at this moment, it's best to avoid getting involved in karma."

At this moment, in the sky, an illusory figure treads on the wind.

Heavy snow fell, passing through his body without leaving a trace of white.

The illusory figure was clearly looking up at the sky, but under the gaze of many eyes, it gave those eyes the illusion that the illusory figure was 'looking down'!

It's contradictory, it's conflicting, but it's also very real.

This old man looks really 'tall'.

It rises higher than the vast earth, Upper Heaven than the Unseen.

Some councilors gripped their tiger-head canes tightly, while others, possessing innate and profound spiritual awareness, were startled and disoriented.

"That's enough."

The illusory figure let out a soft sigh, as if lost in melancholy or utterly listless, much like the sudden snowfall.

He didn't bother to punish the offending bigwigs, just as an adult wouldn't bother with insignificant ants on the ground.

The illusory figure simply walked towards the Upper Heaven, each step higher and more illusory, until it took three steps in a row.

Every step I take creates a surging, vibrant Sea of Consciousness.

He disappeared.

Only the snow is still falling.

The Great Grandmaster fled in panic, leaving the vast Chongyang City utterly silent.

The lingering, faint sigh drifted away.

This city.

That city.

Above High Heaven.

Heavenly Venerable.

The two words were like a blizzard, reaching six other higher-level cities, the ears of various religious sects, and even the Golden City in just two hours.

Waiting Area.

"It's a waiter." Hu Zhongli's eyes shone as he looked at the video footage circulating from Chongyang City.

A single step covers a hundred miles, through spring, summer, autumn, and winter; I ask Upper Heaven below, Upper Heaven weeps.

He is Heavenly Venerate's Attendant!

"It's just an illusory figure reflected by a wisp of will," Hu Zhongli murmured, repeatedly watching several on-site videos that were classified as top secret.

He was somewhat puzzled—why was the Heavenly Venerate's Attendant suddenly making such a big fuss?

Hu Zhongli quickly received an answer.

"Is this the young man who was valued?" He pointed to a long street being filmed in a video.

A boy stood on the long street, looking up at the sky with a bewildered expression.

"Yes." A barely perceptible look of awe flashed in Zhou Muneo's eyes as he nodded slightly.

That makes sense.

Hu Zhongli became even more excited. He was no longer a "Golden Councilor," but in reality, there was little difference; his power remained.

Naturally, they were also more aware of the changes that had occurred during the Chongyang Festival, and knew that the four major sects had secretly caused trouble.

In other words...

If the Heavenly Venerate's Attendant hadn't appeared, that boy would probably have died at the hands of the Great Grandmaster.

"The Heavenly Venerate's Attendant sent down a wisp of ineffable will to save him," Hu Zhongli said with certainty.

He suddenly lowered his head.

"By the Heavenly Venerable!"

On the other side, far away, in another Bubble Small World.

The Calm Wrath Buddha Son also saw the video footage of the Double Ninth Festival incident.

"Heavenly Venerable."

He lowered his head and whispered, asking the Upper Heaven, "This is only a wisp of that True Person's will."

Oh, heavens!

"The name of the High Heaven is about to stir up a great wave, and everyone will know it."

The Buddhist disciple turned around and looked at an elderly man in his twilight years:

"What I told you about the great power of the Exchange Heaven and Dao comes from the [Celestial Venerable] mentioned by this one who descended to inquire about the heavens."

The elderly man struggled to open his eyes, a look of surprise on his face:

"A supreme deity who exists neither in the Mortal World nor in Different Dimension, but has existed since the ancient world?"

"Yes."

The Calm Wrath Buddha Son nodded, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the elderly man.

"You are Divine Walker, you know better than I what the power of Inquire the Heavens Below is—and this is merely a manifestation of a wisp of the will of that [Celestial Venerable]'s attendant."

The old man, revered as a being Divine Walker, remained silent for a long time. The Buddhist disciple tried to persuade him many times, but no amount of words could be as powerful as the facts before him.

Above High Heaven.

Boundless Heavenly Venerate.

The old man finally believed it.

He took a deep breath:

"So, one price, one seat?"

"That's right, but it's not a seat in the Above High Heaven, but a seat that you are granted to Exchange Heaven and Dao."

The Buddhist disciple said calmly:

"The reason I sought you out is because you are in charge of all the disciples of the Jifen Venerate within my Mandala lineage throughout the entire Golden Province."

"We can benefit each other—but have you thought about what price you'd have to pay?"

The Divine Walker and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly became melancholy:

I don't know either.

"What could such a being possibly offer to satisfy Him?"

The Buddhist disciple shook his head and sighed softly:

He doesn't care.

The old man was surprised:

"He doesn't care?"

"That's right."

The Buddhist disciple spoke slowly:

"The Celestial Venerable follows His Way. To Him, you, me, and everything about us is as insignificant as a speck of dust in the Great Thousand Worlds."

He stared at him:

"It is not at our expense that His way is perfected, but rather through His grace that His way is perfected."

One of the rulers of the Mandala System in the Golden Province, this Divine Walker, elderly man, remained silent for a very long time.

"By the Mahakala," he murmured with emotion.

"No."

The Buddhist disciple corrected him solemnly:

"It is the Heavenly Venerable above."

Similar scenes are playing out throughout the Golden Province.

Above High Heaven, the name of the Celestial Venerable suddenly became known to all, and everyone wanted to investigate—what exactly was that?

But who exactly is He?

How can one dare to question the heavens?

The unknown.

At this very moment, it is the Double Ninth Festival.

The snow that fell on the Double Ninth Festival lasted from dusk until the moon had risen.

Public Security Bureau.

In light of today's attack, Elder Yu and the researchers have temporarily moved to the Executive Building.

Although it still couldn't stop the attacks from several major figures.

But given the current situation, most people are probably worried about their own safety and no one is willing to help.

Interrogation Room.

Zhang Fusheng sat alone in a chair, his eyelids slightly lowered, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

The saying "flowers bloom and fade over a hundred miles" is still quite good; achieving this through Thousand-Year Status is not particularly difficult.

But then, could snow fall for miles?

In essence, this was Zhang Fusheng imagining a heavy snowfall in his divine realm, and then making that snowfall [Transforming the False into the True].

Such consumption is no small amount.

He was almost exhausted from preparing for this short performance.

"It's a pity. We should have let Zhong Shan stay a little longer and give him more opportunities to demonstrate his abilities. Too much of a good thing can be bad."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, "They came quickly and left quickly, leaving only a few words behind. Perhaps it's not a bad thing."

The more mysterious and powerful something is, the more terrifying it becomes.

And the more they revere it.

Of course, it wasn't that he had planned from the beginning to have Zhong Shan show up, ask the heavens, and then leave.

That's really true.

A look of seriousness flashed in Zhang Fusheng's eyes.

In that brief moment, his Innate Spiritual Sense had already begun to issue frantic warnings.

There is more than one [Innate Great Realm] being in the city.

More than one Innate Person is eager to make a move.

Before Zhong Shan Tatian dissipated, Zhang Fusheng sensed a terrifying will and gaze.

It came from afar, piercing through layers upon layers of bubbles!

An incredible being, an incredible existence.

Even

He even felt a greater sense of danger than the incarnation of the God of Plague!

Who is it?

The governor?

He didn't know.

Fortunately, it was just a wisp of will, which could dissipate or disappear at any time.

Lost in thought.

The Interrogation Room door creaked open, and two law enforcement officers walked in. Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow and was about to get up.

'Thud!'

The law enforcement officers handcuffed his wrists with specially made handcuffs, connecting them to the rings on the table.

Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said:

"What's the meaning?"

An enforcement officer looked at Zhang Fusheng and lowered his head:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, we are just following orders."

The two exchanged a glance and continued:

"Regarding the afternoon's attack, following a report from Mr. Lu Quanrui, an expert assistant at the Research Institute, and some suspicious circumstances surrounding the incident..."

"In accordance with the General Administration's Internal Regulations, we are now conducting an internal interrogation and investigation of you. We hope you understand."

Zhang Fusheng wasn't angry; he simply shook his wrist and the handcuffs, and said with a half-smile:

"Does this need to be used for internal interrogations and investigations?"

"This," the law enforcement officer avoided Zhang Fusheng's gaze, "Is Director He's instruction to 'handle this as a special case'."

The smile on Zhang Fusheng's face faded.

He Gaozhuo.

Is this old man never going to stop?

"Where is Director Liu?"

"Director Liu is handling the aftermath."

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless. Was he handling the aftermath?

Having fought with He Gaozhuo to an unknown degree, Lao Liu must be fully aware of every little thing happening within the Public Security Bureau.

He must have known about what happened to him.

Why won't they show up and resolve the issue?

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, his thoughts raced, and he understood.

Nothing more.

He wanted to escalate the conflict between himself and He Gaozhuo so that he could play the good guy and let him go.

But when is this time? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Or even the day after that, only being released on the eve of the Apprenticeship Banquet?

How can I make myself feel grateful to him?

Old Liu, you really deserve to die.

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, silently calculating his chances of winning against Liu Yuan.

In a direct confrontation, without utilizing Thousand-Year Status of Mental Accumulation, the odds would likely be 0-10.

However, in the case of an attack, the odds are 30/70.

There's a 30% chance of winning.

That's too low.

Zhang Fusheng frowned slightly. For Martial Arts Master, opening a new organ doesn't just mean gaining another physical Divine Ability.

This represents an overall increase of multiples.

For example, if only one shackle is broken in the spleen, a person with ten meters of Blood Qi Beacon can still have their Blood Qi Beacon expand to thirty meters if all three organs are opened in total.

If all five internal organs are activated simultaneously, it will generate a fifty-meter-long Blood Qi Beacon.

When all five internal organs are activated, the Secret Stored Power of one organ is five times greater than that of someone who has only activated a single organ.

Especially after having kidney surgery.

"Unlocking the Kidney's Great Secret will cause a surge in strength. If all five internal organs are unlocked, this surge will increase fivefold. However, the upper limit of Martial Arts Master's strength is 1.26 million jin."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, based on the information he had gathered from the Divine Net, in this situation...

The excess power will be converted into [physical strength], which is defensive power.

In other words.

Ordinary Martial Arts Master are like Glass Cannon with high offense but low defense. However, with the combined activation of all five internal organs and the enhancement of the Kidney's Great Secret, that weakness of low defense is eliminated.

"Liu Yuan, you opened up the five internal organs, while He Gaozhuo only opened up four. The only one he didn't open was the Kidney's Great Secret."

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced. If he were to fight He Gaozhuo head-on, he would have at least a 20% chance of winning.

But what if they were to launch an attack?

He has a more than 90% chance of winning.

That thing is too fragile.

Pure Glass Cannon.

As his thoughts raced, the Interrogation Room door opened again, and his assistant Lin Changle, was brought in and handcuffed beside him.

The little girl was at a loss.

"Alright."

The two law enforcement officers sat down opposite each other. The head Lead Enforcer carefully glanced at Assistant Manager Assistant Manager Zhang and said thoughtfully:

"The internal review will now begin."

"Assistant Manager Zhang, you informed Deputy Director Liu Yuan before the attack occurred. How did you obtain this information?"

Is there some kind of connection between you and cult members?

A clear voice echoed in the Interrogation Room. Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes and stared at the silver handcuffs.

He suddenly spoke:

"Is He Gaozhuo outside?"

Zhang Fusheng looked at the dark one-way glass.

Even without using Mental Intent, one could sense that three people were standing behind the glass.

The Lead Enforcer raised an eyebrow:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, please watch your address and language. Also, do not discuss matters unrelated to this review."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Assistant Manager Zhang turn his head and stare at him.

A chill ran through me.

"First."

Zhang Fusheng said expressionlessly:

"I have my own informants, so I naturally received some of the information in advance."

"Second."

With a slight exertion of force, the handcuffs that could easily restrain an ordinary person snapped. Under the horrified gaze of the Lead Enforcer, the boy walked to the one-way glass.