Negotiating with a God

Great Cultist.

The position is equivalent to that of a manager.

He was a Martial Arts Master.

The Great Cultist sized up the young man before him and nodded slightly.

"You're Zhang Fusheng? Such keen insight."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"Are they here to kill me, or to win me over?"

The Great Cultist narrowed his eyes slightly:

"It seems you know quite a bit. Is Wang Tianlong's death related to you?"

Zhang Fusheng nodded slightly.

"Good."

The Great Cultist stared at the boy for a long while, then spoke softly:

"Is that the High Envoy behind you, Mingyue Shangshi? Do you know who's behind us?"

Under the cover of night, Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged—just a Martial Arts Master.

Killing him wouldn't even require unleashing his Sixteen-Foot True Body.

He asked:

"Who is it? Another High Envoy? Or a divinely favored one?"

The Innate Great Realm is also known as the God's Chosen among various sects, because at this level, one can barely communicate with deities from Different Dimension.

The next level above the Celestial Person is what is known as [Divine Walker].

The Great Cultist's expression hardened; the young man was even calmer than he had expected. But then again, it made sense.

Thinking back to the Apprenticeship Banquet today, the Great Cultist breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his airs:

"You guessed correctly; behind us is a Divine Envoy."

"Has he arrived?" Zhang Fusheng asked.

The Great Cultist frowned:

"They didn't come, but a high-ranking High Envoy and several executive officials have already arrived in person."

The High Envoy is the great master, and the one who upholds the principles is the grand master.

Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged.

"I see. Then you can go back now. Next time you come, bring your sincerity. I prefer Star Beast Meat. Remember, it must be high-quality, high-grade Star Beast Meat."

The Great Cultist was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger:

"Little one, you probably don't quite understand your situation and circumstances."

His voice gradually faded.

From the surrounding shadows, figures shrouded in black robes appeared out of nowhere.

Each figure was enveloped in extremely dense, tangible Qi and Blood —they were all Martial Arts Master!

There were even three top-tier Martial Arts Master!!

The Great Cultist felt a chill run down his spine.

"I think it's because you haven't grasped the current situation."

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:

"First, I killed Wang Tianlong, so I can also kill Jin Qiuyue —you should be in contact with her by now, right?"

After pausing for a moment, he continued:

"With Jin Qiuyue dead, I'm the only one left who has a chance of obtaining the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron."

"I don't care about the internal struggles within your Western Sect, but your only choice is me—you need me, you want to win me over, understand?"

The Great Cultist's lips twitched; locked onto by over thirty terrifying auras, he dared not move.

He was certain that if he made any move, these nearly forty Martial Arts Master standing in the shadows would immediately tear him apart!

Where did these Martial Arts Master come from?

Why would you help this young man?

He didn't know.

Zhang Fusheng gazed silently at the Great Cultist:

"Go back and tell your master, Great Grandmaster, or even that innate divine favored by someone who isn't even in Chongyang's inner circle."

"I need to see your sincerity."

The Great Cultist licked his lips and spoke dryly:

"Young man, being a fence-sitter rarely ends well."

Zhang Fusheng laughed angrily:

"Are you blinded by Malevolent Energy? Before you came out, didn't you know to drink some Calming Tea? Why are you speaking so recklessly?"

He stared at the Great Cultist:

"There's one more thing. I don't like people like you loitering around my doorstep. Stay away from here. This time, it's just a small punishment to teach you a lesson."

The Great Cultist only felt a blur before his eyes, seeing the boy vanish into thin air. He was still stunned when suddenly his scalp tingled as he sensed a figure appear beside him!

The boy reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder.

The Great Cultist was about to resist when he saw more than thirty figures emerge from the shadows, staring intently at him.

He was terrified and stopped moving, just watching the boy gently tear it open.

His entire arm was ripped off.

Intense pain swept through my entire body.

Zhang Fusheng threw the arm on the ground, stomped on it, and released a slight burst of Yin Snake True Intent, turning the entire arm into dust.

He said calmly:

"Go back and relay my words truthfully."

"This is the last time."

"I want to see your sincerity."

After speaking, the Great Cultist watched the boy turn and leave. Once the boy was far away, the thirty-odd men in black robes slowly retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

He was sweating profusely.

Arrived at the Public Security Bureau.

After entering his own office, Zhang Fusheng took a sip of the hot tea that Lin Changle had brewed, waved his hand, and signaled his assistant to leave.

Close the door.

While sensing the movements of the Ghastly Skeleton that were about to arrive in Jiangzhou, he flipped through the documents compiled by Lin Changle, his thoughts racing.

These cult members really shouldn't be treated kindly, lest they think you're weak and easy to bully, and that you can take advantage of them.

Others don't know.

He knew perfectly well the true identity of that Miss Mingyue.

With such a powerful figure around, at least when facing other West Cultist, I can act without restraint.

"The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron"

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his temples and sighed softly. He was still unsure of Miss Mingyue's intentions towards him.

It seems that they are acting in a way that is benevolent towards themselves.

But he could not entrust his safety to the whims of another.

"Break through to the Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster levels as soon as possible, and then we can consider bringing Miss Mingyue to the Above High Heaven."

Zhang Fusheng's eyes flickered.

He quietly pondered as he browsed through information on various prominent families in Chongyang City.

Shen Baobao could also be considered for inclusion in the Above High Heaven.

As dusk faded outside the window, the moon rose.

Zhang Fusheng's gaze finally settled on the information about the Chu family.

According to the information, the Chu family is a true business tycoon, owning two large conglomerates.

The industry spans seven higher-level cities and dozens of lower-level cities.

It can be said that, apart from Golden City, the Chu family had considerable influence and business in every other place.

But this is ultimately just a business empire—there isn't a sufficiently powerful figure within the family.

There was only one grandmaster.

"The Chu family."

Zhang Fusheng pondered quietly. This was a good choice; as the Deputy Director of Operations, he naturally couldn't control the other party.

But what if we also consider Zhang Fusheng's status as Hong Tianbao's closed-door disciple?

At the midday Apprenticeship Banquet, Old Hu's performance was witnessed by many and must have already spread throughout the upper echelons of Chongyang City.

"Let's go to the Chu family and beg for their money first."

"Let's gather enough Living Souls tonight!"

Zhang Fusheng's eyes shone brightly; he was a master.

At the Grandmaster level, one is truly a member of the elite. The Great Grandmaster is the second-in-command of the Chongyang Military Department.

My second senior uncle is also Great Grandmaster, stationed at Chongyang Academy and in charge of the Investigation Branch. There's also Shen Baobao, Great Grandmaster and a dean of Golden University.

Speaking of which, if I remember correctly, Elder Yu was also the honorary vice president of Golden University, right?

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin, feeling both amused and exasperated. If he hadn't stopped him, Dean Shen would have already killed the vice principal.

Hmm, something feels off.

He closed the thick stack of documents and called Lin Changle, who was waiting outside the door, in.

"Make arrangements."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the time and said calmly:

"We're going to the Chu family's place in half an hour. Remember to bring an Enforcement Team."

"Enforcement Team"

Lin Changle was stunned for a moment:

"Sir, calling up the Enforcement Team requires a reason. What is this reason?"

We'll see how things go later.

Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:

"Forget it, just write two report slips, and we'll see which one to use later."

"Oh."

Lin Changle glanced discreetly at Assistant Manager Zhang, who remained calm, and after obediently replying, asked:

"By the way, Assistant Manager Zhang, what are the contents of the two action reports?"

Zhang Fusheng thought for a moment and said:

"One document will be for routine security patrols, and the other will state that the Chu family is harboring and protecting cult members. Which one we use will depend on the Chu family's behavior."

'Thud!'

Lin Changle swallowed hard and whispered a reminder:

"Assistant Manager Zhang, if it involves arresting cult members, we need the Investigation Bureau to issue a request for assistance."

Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:

"I'll have the Investigation Branch send me a replacement copy later."

Lin Changle's eyes widened.

This gentleman has connections with the Investigation Bureau?

She didn't dare to delay, nodded in agreement, and quickly ran away.

The office door closed again.

Zhang Fusheng slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts communicating with the Ghastly Skeleton far away.

At this time.

The Ghastly Skeleton have arrived in Jiangzhou.

Jiangzhou.

A deep crimson hue covered thousands of miles of land, and the once bustling town was now a true ruin.

Huge veins ripped up from the earth, leading to the fleshy embryo dangling in mid-air.

The fetus suddenly opened its eyes.

In an instant, a tiny skeleton was suddenly drawn towards them.

"Eccentric."

The deity gazed at the tiny skeleton, slightly puzzled. A... dead person?

A dead man walking freely in the mortal world?

He keenly sensed that a Mental Intent resided within the skeleton, and just as he was about to tear that wisp of Mental Intent out...

The trembling Ghastly Skeleton handed over a letter.

With a thought, the God of Plague caused the letter to float up, unfold, and its contents were immediately visible.

[To the Great Emperor Wenguang]

[I have long suffered for the Ancestor of Land Immortals, and I wish to kill him as soon as possible.]

[What is the deity's will?]

It's just three lines, nothing important.

Importantly, the envelope contained a clump of [Flesh and Blood Plague].

A whole mass of intact Flesh and Blood Plague, not forcibly pulled from a human body.

The faces of Jiangzhou City citizens gradually emerged on the fleshy embryo, and the heartbeat of the deity echoed across the land for thousands of miles.

He gazed calmly at the Ghastly Skeleton, then suddenly smiled:

"What an audacious little fellow!"

The empty eye sockets of the Ghastly Skeleton also stared at the deity, the bones rubbing together, producing a difficult and dry sound.

"Though I anchor myself at the Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple."

"But I have never erected Blood Shrine or altar for the Ancestor of Land Immortals. Since He wanted to possess my body, I naturally wanted to make Him perish as well."

The dry voice echoed, the deity lowered his eyelids slightly, and suddenly became furious:

"How dare you, a mere ant, plot against the gods?!"

The roar echoed through the sky above Jiangzhou, and the shattered earth shook violently.

Far away, the insurmountable boundary river is churning with monstrous waves!

God is wrathful.

Even if it's just a wisp of spiritual will here, even if it's separated by an infinitely vast distance,

Zhang Fusheng still sensed the power of divine wrath and was subjected to immense mental pressure. Every cell in his body was screaming and issuing warnings!

But he still forced himself to stay inside and did not enter the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Once seated in the Eight Sceneries Palace, on the meditation cushion.

The skeleton then became incredibly tall.

He manipulated the Ghastly Skeleton, braving terrifying divine power, and spoke with difficulty:

"Then, shall I leave?"

The deity suddenly fell silent, coldly gazing at the skeleton, knowing he couldn't do anything to the little fellow—unless he himself left the Jiangzhou Small World.

However, some people wouldn't let Him leave.

The deity regained his composure and said calmly:

"The Ancestor of Land Immortals"

"It's just a place that's conveniently located, but it's nothing more than a bunch of idiots."

"If I were to slaughter them, why would I need the help of ants?"

The Ghastly Skeleton were unimpressed:

"Although you say so, you know the truth in your heart."

Before the gods could be enraged, he continued:

"What exactly do you desire? The divine position of the Ancestor of Land Immortals? The Heaven and Earth Five Villages Temple? Or..."

"Which Daoist scripture is in the Five Villages Temple?"

The deity's gaze sharpened.

He stared at the tiny, humble skeleton, and at the equally tiny, humble spiritual will hidden within it.

Suddenly, God laughed.

What are you going to do?

He asked with great interest.

The Ghastly Skeleton chuckled deeply and spoke slowly:

I don't have detailed plans yet.

"But."

"I know where the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron' is, and I'm about to obtain it."

The deity suddenly widened his eyes.

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Fusheng instantly understood. Although the Western Sect had been saying that they would use the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron to guide the True Body Descent of the God of Plague to descend,...

Others may not know, but Zhang Fusheng knows very well.

At first, the Miss Mingyue intended to kill a god.

How could this have attracted the True Body Descent of the God of Plague to descend? Now it seems that it was indeed so.

He manipulated the Ghastly Skeleton, a chilling smile spreading across his face:

"It seems the followers of the Western Sect haven't reported this matter to you, such a great God of Plague, has that been?"

The gods remained silent, but suddenly the sky changed color, and the vast expanse of sky for thousands of miles was stained with a deep and rich blood color!

The Ghastly Skeleton exhaled a Yin Qi and continued speaking:

"Many West Cultist are surrounding me, helping me obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron —because only I have the opportunity to obtain it."

"But."

"After they obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, will they truly guide you to your descent?"

The Ghastly Skeleton whispered:

"Before dealing with the Ancestor of Land Immortals, should we first punish those rebellious believers?"

"I have heard that God can lend strength."

The deity raised his eyelids and spoke coldly:

"Little insect, I will reluctantly grant your request."

Those who turn their backs on God will be punished by Heaven.

The Ghastly Skeleton stared at the arrogant God of Plague, letting out a dry, grating, and chilling laugh:

"Yes, the great God of Plague."

The God of Plague solemnly spoke:

"I hereby appoint you as the one to administer punishments on my behalf. Why not come here in person to receive this appointment?"

The Ghastly Skeleton stood guard.

The deity snorted coldly:

"Fine."

A rich, crimson light descended upon the Ghastly Skeleton, and a massive amount of divine matter bathed it, causing the Ghastly Skeleton to undergo a transformation.

"Praise be to the God of Plague," the skeleton said coldly.

God said, "Bring the monthly pass to my bowl!"