Slay the Grandmaster, and Let Rebellion Rise

Collect the body?

Chen Qiusheng remained calm, his eyes like a deep pool.

It was deep and bottomless, with no visible ripples.

He was not angry; he simply sat calmly, the shackles on his body gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

On the contrary, Steel Tiger slowly stood up, his muscles bulging, exuding a primal, Savage Wilderness aura.

"Little thing, you..."

Zhang Fusheng reached out and pressed down on him.

"Huh?" Steel Tiger grinned. He wasn't an ordinary grandmaster; although he had only ignited the first Body Furnace Fire,

However, he possesses a special physique, and his strength is even more ferocious than that of a grandmaster of the same realm, exceeding forty million jin!

He stretched out one hand and touched it with Zhang Fusheng's palm, which was pressed down flat.

"Little weakling," Steel Tiger smiled. "Are you trying to outmuscle me? If..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhang Fusheng's right hand suddenly swelled, radiating a flawless jade-like color and flowing with a faint golden Buddha Light!

The smile on Steel Tiger's face vanished abruptly, and he stretched out his other hand, pressing his hands together against the young man's large, golden palm.

A blush rose to the burly man's face, his teeth clenched, his cheeks bulged, and his muscles swelled dramatically!

But it still couldn't hold out.

Zhang Fusheng turned his head to the side, staring at him indifferently, his palm pressing down little by little, and Steel Tiger's body also pressing down little by little.

'Thump!'

He knelt on one knee again.

Then the knees.

As the Martial Arts Master stared in stunned silence, the silvery-white alloy floor beneath Steel Tiger's knees twisted and shattered.

He let out a low growl, which grew louder and louder, shaking the entire corridor!

'Puff!'

Steel Tiger coughed up scalding blood, and the immense force deformed his body.

"Hold!"

He hissed, and an illusory flame rose behind his head. Intense Qi and Blood surged forth, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and spirit became one, and his Dharma form was about to appear!

"Call."

Zhang Fusheng gently blew a breath.

The Other Shore Bone inside the chest cavity vibrated.

The Yin Qi emanating from the Netherworld caused the fire in the furnace to flicker, flicker, and then...

Extinguished.

When the Body Furnace Fire went out, the Divine Ability of rebirth through Regeneration from a Drop of Blood also disappeared.

The Yin Qi of the Nine Netherworlds surged.

Along with the Dharma image that was about to surge up behind Steel Tiger,

It was also blown out!

Chen Qiusheng's expression changed, his pupils contracted sharply, and he murmured:

"Great Grandmaster?"

"Correct answer, no reward."

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, visualizing the seventy-two snow-capped mountains, and visualizing a massive avalanche of the snow-capped mountains!

To Transforming the False into the True.

The giant hand pressing down on Steel Tiger's head suddenly trembled, and the roar of a massive avalanche came from its arm!

'Click!'

Steel Tiger howled in agony, its bones and muscles shattered, its flesh cracked like fragile porcelain.

He began to panic, to feel terrified, to be filled with fear!

He sensed that it wasn't a giant hand pressing down on his head.

There are seventy-two snow-capped mountains.

It was a massive snowfall crashing down from the snow-capped mountains.

"An avalanche has occurred."

As the thought crossed Steel Tiger's mind, he felt himself being engulfed by a massive avalanche.

Everything was pitch black.

Then, at this time.

Zhang Fusheng's enormous arm slowly returned to normal, and his hand retracted.

Steel Tiger knelt motionless on the ground, blood mixed with icy shards flowing from his seven orifices.

He compressed his entire body inward—like an ordinary person who had actually been caught in an avalanche and was crushed to death by the heavy snow.

On the silvery-white floor, a thick layer of snowflakes had appeared out of nowhere.

Silently, he transformed the remnant soul of a grandmaster within the divine realm into Ghastly Skeleton.

Zhang Fusheng turned his head and looked at Chen Qiusheng expression was gloomy:

"Let's see just how far you can go."

"My dear senior master."

He turned and left, one step, another, and another.

Each step produced a strange drumbeat, creating tangible ripples of mental energy that echoed throughout the entire prison area.

One by one, the vicious and ruthless, and the Martial Arts Master, suddenly bled from all seven orifices and died limply.

When he walked out of the broken blast door...

In the entire high-prison area, only Chen Qiusheng remained alive.

The remnant souls of about twenty more Martial Arts Master were transformed into Ghastly Skeleton in the divine realm.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled a breath of Pure Qi and glanced sideways, saying:

"Make a note of this."

"A master attempted to break into the prison, but I have already killed him. However, this resulted in a large-scale death of prisoners in the hardest-duty prison area."

Lin Changle nodded blankly:

"Yes."

Listening to the footsteps of his junior apprentice, gradually moving away from the Public Security Bureau.

In the heavy punishment ward filled with corpses.

"Here we go."

Chen Qiusheng sat alone, gazing at the kneeling corpse of Steel Tiger before him, and sighed softly.

Although he could easily break all the shackles binding him, he didn't.

He just sat quietly, just sat there.

"First Space-Air Fleet"

Chen Qiusheng muttered to himself.

Far away, the First Space-Air Fleet took off, its thirty-six spaceships slowly turning towards Chongyang City.

All thirty-six shipborne main guns were unlocked.

Naturally, no one fired the cannon.

This is a demonstration.

Cell.

Chen Qiusheng stood up, shackled all over, and began to dance on the spot:

"The Second Space-Air Fleet, the Third Space-Air Fleet."

Talking to myself.

Another seventy-two spaceships took to the sky and sailed slowly, while three garrison fleets surrounded Chongyang City from all directions.

"Now, it's the Fourth Branch."

"Then there are special operations soldiers."

"More, riots?"

Chen Qiusheng hummed an unknown tune, his whole body dancing gracefully in the prison cell, each word uttered slowly and deliberately.

The military garrison outside the city began to fall into chaos.

This chaos had nothing to do with him.

"I was in prison and did not give any orders; this was all purely the soldiers' spontaneous action."

"What if it eventually develops into a mutiny?"

Chen Qiusheng, his aged body moving with the rhythm of some ancient dance, suddenly paused.

He turned to a secluded spot and, facing the corpses in the heavy punishment area, gave an elegant bow.

"What does a mutiny have to do with me?"

"The soldiers' anger came from the bottom of their hearts."

"The root of everything, the blame for everything, lies with you."

Chen Qiusheng slowly sat back down, lazily muttering to himself:

"Right now, I'm just a prisoner."

That's all.

A booming sound was heard overhead.

Twelve spaceships sailed across the sky above the security building.

The goal is...

The Executive Building.

"Let's see."

The old man sat up straight again, clasping his hands together.

How are you going to handle this?

At this time.

The Chu Family Manor.

"Serve tea and present the visiting card!"

As the old master chanted in response, the sixteen-year-old boy, kneeling on the ground, tremblingly presented the visiting card with both hands.

He could sense that the young man sitting in front of him was not moving, not accepting the invitation, but scrutinizing him with a critical gaze.

The boy's forehead was soaked with sweat.

For a long time.

Zhang Fusheng took the visiting card and glanced at the name on it:

"Chu Tieshan?"

"Yes, sir. No, teacher!" the boy said, trembling with fear.

The second generation of the Chu family consisted of many men and women. Originally, it should have been the Second Master Chu who was to 'become an apprentice,' but Zhang Fusheng ultimately chose the youngest son, the youngest of the Chu family.

The younger ones don't have as many connections in the Chu family's various businesses.

Several much older brothers and sisters were also eyeing the opportunity.

Such a person can only rely on others as their support and backbone.

Of course, it's not without its drawbacks.

Zhang Fusheng looked the boy named Chu Tieshan up and down.

Such young people are usually not as easily resigned to their fate as those in their fifties or sixties.

They often come up with some unrealistic ideas.

For example, enduring hardship and biding one's time to revive the Chu family.

"Now that you have joined my sect, although you are only Registered Disciple, you are still permitted to act in my name."

A light, airy voice echoed in the room. The other members of the Chu family stood on both sides of the hall, all with their heads bowed and backs bent.

"Today, I will teach you a Visualization Method, which is called..."

"Nine Nether Contemplation"

"And look up."

Chu Tieshan subconsciously looked up and saw his young teacher, who didn't look much older than him.

Yet he exuded an even greater air of authority than Old Zhou; he sat there quietly before me, utterly still.

It was like a blazing fire, a towering, pitch-black iron mountain reaching into the clouds!!

Even surpassing the Old Zhou.

Chu Tieshan's heart pounded. He glanced at Old Zhou, the man whom all his older brothers and sisters treated with utmost care and respect.

The old man, who was usually so decisive, was now wearing a fawning smile.

Chu Tieshan was somewhat lost in thought.

He saw the teacher extend two fingers, bring them together, bend them, and tap them.

It was clearly a light tap in the air.

But a truly resounding, booming sound suddenly filled the hall!

'Boom!'

There seemed to be thunder as well.

Ripples spread outwards from the point of impact, growing larger and larger.

My vision suddenly blurred.

When I opened my eyes again.

Where am I?

Chu Tieshan trembled as he muttered to himself, seeing a great river rising from one end of the world and flowing to another end that seemed to have no end.

Seeing the strange flowers blooming on the riverbank, just by looking at them, I had the illusion that 'that is my final destination'.

And in the distance, there are illusory humans crawling about, and one after another, dark skeletons wandering across the wasteland.

Chu Tieshan raised his head.

He saw the Rosy Clouds of the sunset flowing quietly across the sky like water.

He saw the dark skeletons walk towards him one by one, then crawl on top of him, gnawing at his flesh and drinking his blood.

The boy let out a wail.

In the hall.

With fingers lightly tapped, the tolling of morning bells and evening drums echoes.

Zhang Fusheng didn't look at the boy kneeling on the ground, head bowed and motionless. He looked around and clapped his hands lightly.

The second son of the Chu family stepped forward and respectfully handed over a document.

"Lord Zhang"

Zhang Fusheng took it and casually flipped through it. It was the internal financial report of the Chu Group, which had operations in dozens of cities across the Golden Province.

With a wide range of businesses, their net profit last year was Living Souls seven million!

This is an excessively large number.

Zhang Fusheng continued browsing and could see that the Chu family's current liquid assets amounted to approximately eight million Living Souls.

Of course, they were all fake souls.

Only

"What is this?" He pointed to a subcategory on the report. The brief description indicated that this subcategory was being implemented in a typical lower-level city.

Income unknown, expenses unknown.

Second Master Chu's throat bobbed, and he spoke cautiously:

"Lord Zhang, this project was personally overseen by the old man before his death, and none of us are allowed to interfere."

He paused, then quickly said:

"However, I secretly investigated beforehand, and it's a destination—the end point of human trafficking, a slaughterhouse."

"Hundreds of people go in every day, and no one comes out."

Zhang Fusheng's expression darkened:

"Slaughterhouse, human trafficking. Where did Old Man Chu have his true soul stripped away?"

The Living Souls " usually refers to a "pseudo-soul" produced by a bio-engineered human, while the "true soul" is naturally the remnant soul extracted from True Person.

On the Black Market, one true soul can often be exchanged for more than ten false souls.

This is one of the reasons why the Federation restricts population movement.

Without population movement, when a city experiences a large-scale 'missing population,' the investigation can be completed in the shortest possible time.

The Federation may be evil, but without Federation, the world would be a completely different place.

Second Master Chu wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"These are all things the old man did."

"Stop."

Zhang Fusheng tossed the report aside expressionlessly; there is such a thing as cause and effect in this world.

Even if there is no such thing as cause and effect,

He wouldn't just watch this 'industry' develop quietly.

He is still a human being.

Second Master Chu bowed and scraped as he picked up the report, then said softly:

"By the way, Lord Zhang, the woman you brought is already imprisoned in the dungeon. She's being held in the latest special alloy, so even if she's a top Martial Arts Master, she can't break free."

"Um."

Zhang Fusheng casually agreed, glancing at the time.

That's about it.

He lowered his eyelids and waited silently.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Lin Changle came running in, panting.

"Director Zhang Xie!"

She didn't have time to wipe the sweat from her brow, panting heavily, and said urgently:

"Something's happened! The garrison outside the city has rioted, and hundreds of spaceships have taken off and are hovering in the skies around the city, demonstrating!"