Heavy Trades, Rapid Advancement, a Savage Primordial Fiend!

Hong Tianbao coughed slightly.

It seems that since the Jiangzhou Incident, the Flesh and Blood Plague within his body has become increasingly active, as if it wants to devour him completely.

Suffering, torment, unbearable pain.

But he doesn't want to die yet, at least not now.

'Knock knock knock'

A knock came at the door. Hong Tianbao stood there, exhausted, when his pupils suddenly contracted.

In my divine perception, the area outside the door was empty.

The knocking wasn't a physical collision; the sound resonated within one's mind.

Hong Tianbao's body tensed up suddenly.

Chen Qiusheng?

Or is it Chen Daoling?

He reached out and silently tapped various parts of his body, releasing something without a sound.

Turn the doorknob and open the door.

Outside the door stood an old man.

"Who are you?"

Hong Tianbao's body tensed as he stared intently at the old man, feeling a strange familiarity with him, but unable to place where he had seen him before.

Zhong Shan.

The old man said calmly:

"You can also call me the True Person, for I Above High Heaven."

True Person?

Above High Heaven

Hong Tianbao's breath hitched suddenly.

It's him!!

On that day, with each step, flowers bloomed and faded; with each sigh, snow drifted for miles; and one could only question the Unseen Upper Heaven!

"High Heavens."

Hong Tianbao's body suddenly relaxed.

Such a person, regardless of their purpose, is beyond his control. He stepped aside and reached out his hand:

"Please."

Zhong Shan walked into the house, one step at a time.

A series of tangible spiritual ripples spread out from beneath his feet, quickly covering the entire room.

The houses turned into wispy clouds.

Hong Tianbao swallowed hard, looking around at the Sea of Clouds. Above him was a Dao Palace that he could see but could not, seemingly existing outside of his thoughts and ideas.

At a glance, the Dao Palace was right in front of him, yet it couldn't leave the slightest impression on his mind!

Remember this moment, look away, and forget it immediately.

Thoughts, ideas, ideas.

It cannot be included.

Hong Tianbao was horrified. He looked down and saw flowing liquid Rosy Clouds that obscured everything on the ground. It was Rosy Clouds, and all he could see Rosy Clouds.

"Is this the Divine Realm?" he asked uncertainly.

Zhong Shan, or rather, the spiritual imprint, hovered in the clouds, silently gazing at Hong Tianbao, and spoke softly:

"I walk the earth in place of the Heavenly Venerable."

He pointed to the top of his head.

Hong Tianbao looked up and saw the Dao Palace, which reminded him of the Dao Palace once again.

It's terrifying.

He heard the mysterious True Person continue:

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

"You are poisoned, which is a deficiency."

"I may take this much, but every favor comes with a price."

Zhong Shan stared intently at the fat old man.

A favor comes with a price; this is a rule I set long ago, and it won't change for anyone.

Even with your parents, there must be a price to pay for every favor.

Of course, the magnitude of this cost depends on one's own mindset.

Hong Tianbao struggled to tear his gaze away from the Dao Palace, which transcended the limits of thought; he once again forgot about the Dao Palace.

Or Dao Palace never existed in his mind.

Staring at the old man before him, Hong Tianbao felt a mixture of surprise, fear, and joy.

He lowered his head and asked.

"True Person, what price should I pay?"

True Person and peaceful person speaks:

"A level of cultivation, a past of cultivation, a special quality, or perhaps lifespan or fortune."

"Neither is acceptable."

Hong Tianbao's expression changed. These things could actually be used as a price?

These things can actually be 'given'??

He was surprised but not suspicious.

It is not surprising that those who dwell above the heavens possess any abilities.

Cultivation level? Lifespan?

No.

Hong Tianbao closed his eyes. His lifespan was already limited, and as for his cultivation, what difference would it make whether he treated or removed the Flesh and Blood Plague if he lost it?

He asked seriously:

"Technique?"

"Alright." Zhong Shan nodded slightly, gazing intently at the fat old man. "The technique to Limit-Breaking, or your cultivation of the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit."

"Either is acceptable."

Hong Tianbao was alarmed; could he even know the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit?

He thought quickly, took a deep breath:

"Then the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit?"

"Good."

Zhong Shan nodded, outlining light and shadow, and emitting a solemn and grand sound.

"Are you willing to do it?"

"I'm willing!"

The old man nodded and smiled.

"The contract has been established."

Hong Tianbao was in a daze, feeling the stubborn Flesh and Blood Plague within his body vanish silently, completely disappearing.

However, at the same time, his memories of the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit were rapidly fading until they disappeared completely.

I really don't know the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit anymore.

The Luminous Form Newly Dead Form, the Giant Form, the Blood-Soaked Form, and finally the Ancient Tomb Form!

All forgotten.

But the Dead Man's Bones, formed from the Luminous Form, still remain.

Hong Tianbao felt his decaying body gradually regaining its vitality, and he felt his lost power slowly returning from the Unseen.

He became a grandmaster again.

Every moment, every second, my body is getting stronger and recovering.

When he raised his eyelids again, the True Person figure was no longer there; he had returned to his room.

A faint voice floated in the air.

"Above High Heaven, there is no place to record your name for now. You committed too many evil deeds in the first half of your life; why not atone for your sins?"

"The way of Heaven is to give to those who have more than enough."

"The way of man is to give to those who have more than enough, even if they have less."

"The way of living beings is nothing more than inheritance."

The sound faded away.

Hong Tianbao stood there, stunned, feeling his body gradually growing stronger, pondering the words 'the Way of Heaven,' 'the Way of Man,' and 'inheritance.'

"My early life was filled with sins."

He was talking to himself.

Is it about inheritance?

Hong Tianbao thought of his young apprentice, a smile appearing on his face, and murmured:

"You brat, who said I'm old? Why should I be enjoying my retirement?"

He gazed at his palms, which were gradually turning red, and felt the power of regaining what he had lost.

"I'm back."

"Inheritance."

"I am not old yet, how can I not protect you for a while longer?"

The plump old man's smile became even more radiant.

Not just here.

The phantom of True Person, like a ghost, wanders under the cover of night.

He wanders aimlessly, and all his actions are gifts; who receives these gifts depends entirely on fate.

A young beggar, terminally ill, traded thirty years of his life for the complete cure of his disease.

Some people with white hair and weathered faces, after sixty years of arduous self-cultivation with no achievements, have gained another thirty years to live.

Some possess extraordinary talent, yet remain stagnant for many years, never making further progress.

He spared no expense, even at the cost of Limit-Breaking of the Six Gates, to gain sixty years of Spiritual Cultivation. In one day, he broke through the barrier of life and death, attained the illusory divine realm, and became a grandmaster.

This continued until all the Star Beast Meat was exhausted.

True Person no longer walk in the night.

At this moment, in Seventh District.

At home.

Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes, actively dispelling the illusory thoughts of the distant past, and then exhaled a breath of stale air.

To be honest, for me now, there are some gains from dealing with these 'ordinary people,' but the gains aren't that significant.

He was already Martial Arts Master.

Unless, of course, one directly buys the cultivation level of a grandmaster—but how could that be sold so easily?

Even a grandmaster nearing the end of his life.

Grandmasters possess an inherent pride—but more importantly, every person who reaches the grandmaster level has made countless enemies.

Gaining lifespan but losing cultivation will only lead to a more tragic death.

"But it's not a loss either."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, "I wasn't trading for these little things in the first place."

What he wanted was to make the name of Gao Tian even more renowned, and to ensure that none of the transactions tonight had bought the memories corresponding to the traded parties.

"People should know that those who are nearing the end of their lifespan can buy life, those who are seriously ill can buy health, the mediocre can acquire talent, and those who stagnate can gain a hundred years of cultivation in a single breath."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, his eyes bright and piercing, as he looked at a wooden box in front of him.

This was secretly delivered by Zhou Muneo, and it contained the Qi and Blood Elixir.

He and Hu Zhongli couldn't come in person because countless eyes were watching them.

More importantly,

They haven't yet recognized their own reasons.

"But not today, though it might be possible tomorrow."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, everything was already arranged. Tomorrow, the current and former Golden Councilor...

He would then attend an Apprenticeship Banquet.

Naturally, he came to know himself as a young man with "extraordinary talent and a bright future".

After that, many things and events will naturally fall into place.

"What we need to do now is wait patiently; time will only amplify the fame of Gao Tian."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the invitation, but didn't rush to the Executive Building to attend Elder Yu's invitation.

He silently tallied up the profits from the several transactions he had made that night.

The other four aspects of the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit are: Bloodstained, Decayed, Devoured by Beasts, and Ancient Tomb;

They obtained a total of nine limit -Limit-Breaking fist and foot techniques from the two of them;

He has a total lifespan of 120 years, 160 years of cultivation time, and 50 years of spiritual cultivation.

Of course, there are also some strange and unusual diseases, such Flesh and Blood Plague, late-stage cancer, and congenital failure syndrome.

These can be considered income in a sense, but what's the use?

It's too early to say.

"These diseases are stored in the form of 'orbs of light,' which I can inject into someone's body."

"He, too, contracted this disease."

"Who exactly is the God of Plague?"

Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but smile, took a deep breath, and solemnly swallowed the Qi and Blood Elixir.

Moment!

A massive amount of mysterious matter erupted, activating the body's innate ability to devour all things; all the mysterious matter was perfectly retained by the body.

Along with it comes a boundless vitality, its own power is surging!

Ten thousand catties, thirty thousand catties, fifty thousand catties.

Normally, it could only strengthen the vitality of the life source, but Zhang Fusheng perfectly absorbed it and transformed it into power through the process of devouring all things!

120,000 jin (60,000 kg).

Its strength increased by a full 120,000 jin. If it ate 1,000 jin of meat every day, it would take a full 120 days!

This is just the beginning.

Qi and Blood

A powerful, mysterious substance pierced the spleen, instantly excavating the third secret treasure. The Blood Qi Beacon transformed from thirty meters to fifty meters in an instant!

In other words, with pure Blood Qi Beacon, Zhang Fusheng is even comparable to a top master who has only broken one shackle but opened five internal organs!

This is still just the beginning.

"Qi and Blood and blood are being elevated."

The discovery of the Spleen's Great Secret is merely a side benefit of this Qi and Blood Elixir; its true purpose is to elevate Qi and Blood.

Zhang Fusheng could feel that the Qi and Blood, which could only circulate up to fifty meters high under a single organ, had become richer and more concentrated.

The materialized Qi and Blood floated around him, evolving into things like the sun and thunderclouds according to his thoughts.

Final.

The Qi and Blood expanded to twice their normal size again.

"100 meters!"

Zhang Fusheng was overjoyed. He took out the other two portions of Wood Element Great Elixir and swallowed them in one gulp!

As the Wood Element Great Elixir entered his body, his life force was immediately absorbed, and his strength surged once again. The first shackle on his liver was finally broken!

His liver trembled; a great secret was uncovered. His body radiated a pure, subtle light, and his eyes suddenly became clear. He looked up and could see into the landscape hundreds of kilometers away.

It can unleash divine light, capable of instantly tearing apart a building in a single glance!

"The second dirtiest"

"Become!"

With the support of two internal organs, the Blood Qi Beacon doubled once again.

Zhang Fusheng felt completely refreshed, his Liver's Great Secret, and his body began to develop towards a state of pure, lucidity.

With the previous surge of vitality, coupled with the discovery of the Liver's Great Secret, his normal strength has now surpassed the 1.4 million jin mark!

This means that,

Even without using the Giant Form, even without unleashing the Sixteen-Foot True Body,

Despite his immense strength, Zhang Fusheng still broke the upper limit of Martial Arts Master.

One million four hundred thousand catties, seven hundred tons of strength!

"I can lift two hundred cars weighing over three tons at once. Under normal circumstances, I can demolish a building by hand in just a few breaths."

"And if I were to fully unleash myself, combining the Giant Contemplation with my Sixteen-Foot True Body?"

A sinister smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face:

"Four million jin of strength."

"Far exceeding the limits of Martial Arts Master by a full three times!!"

"Now, even without using my Thousand-Year Status or my spiritual ocean, I..."

"Could I fight against a top master who can open up his five internal organs with just one shackle?"

"Is it possible to kill Liu Yuan with a hammer?"

Zhang Fusheng licked his lips. That guy Wang Tianlong must have broken through the five internal organs with three shackles.

He himself is no match for it.

But Liu Yuan?

That should be enough.

He didn't use his lifespan and cultivation time—it wouldn't significantly improve his current abilities—and he hasn't yet explored the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit.

Once that thing starts to fuse, it's not something that can be accomplished in a few breaths.

He silently absorbed the nine gates of Limit-Breaking fist and foot Cultivation Method and martial arts into his body.

Although they are all Lower Vehicle and Middle Vehicle martial arts techniques, at most they can only generate True Intention at the level of the union of intention and energy.

But quantitative change is enough to trigger qualitative change.

"Iron Sand Palm! True Iron Body! Tablet Throwing Hand!"

"Lost Track Steps! Black Tiger Fist! Mountain Splitting Style!"

"Blazing Fire Finger! Cloud Dispelling Palm!"

"Besides."

And then there's the Golden Lion's Roar.

The Nine Limit -Limit-Breaking Martial Arts represent nine different True Intention!

The number of his own True Intention Intent Force alone had reached a staggering twelve!

All these True Intention collided and merged within his body. With the Nine Gates Limit-Breaking Martial Techniques combined with his own abilities, it seemed as if countless years had truly been spent refining these techniques.

His palms were slightly darkened, and an iron-colored gleam flowed between his skin. His gait seemed to possess a power to bewitch the mind.

Between the fists and palms, one could vaguely perceive the true meaning of the True Intention scenes: a black tiger charging, mountains tearing apart, and a giant monument shaking the earth!

The twelve gates of True Intention show a tendency to merge into one.

His body also revealed the results of his arduous training in various martial arts techniques.

Zhang Fusheng now resembles a true wild beast.

How strong am I?

He didn't know.

Zhang Fusheng slowly stood up, suppressing the surging power within his body that was like a volcano about to erupt, and quietly opened the door.

"Still not asleep?" Mom glared at her. "Dressed up so neatly, why are you going out so late?"

"Yes."

Zhang Fusheng laughed:

"I'm attending an invitation from an elder."

"Go on, go on, and come back soon!"

"Okay, you should go to bed early too. Love you, Mom. See you tomorrow."

Zhang Fusheng walked out of his house.

In the darkness, Black Eyes, who had already arrived in Chongyang City some time ago, walked over and spoke softly:

"You're going to the Executive Building?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's alright, your grandmaster went there too." Black Eyes said softly, "By the way, be careful lately."

His expression turned slightly serious:

"Within the Western Sect, the two groups supporting Chen Qiusheng and Chen Daoling have also arrived. Lord Mingyue also asked me to convey this message to you."

"That Ancestor of Land Immortals has followers in the human world—they are looking for you, and among them are many Martial Arts Masters."

Zhang Fusheng chuckled softly:

"Yeah?"

"I'm really looking forward to it."

As the frail young man spoke, twelve layers of True Intention collided and churned within his body, while 1.4 million jin of force lay dormant.

He was waiting.

They are waiting too.

Looking at the smiling boy in front of him, Black Eyes felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

He felt...

What he was facing was not a young boy, but more like...

It's more like a humanoid, savage, ferocious beast!

Black Eyes unconsciously avoided the boy's gaze, lowered his eyelids, and bowed his head.

"Please."

He stepped aside, bowed, and respectfully invited him.

The boy walked past him quietly.

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