Miss Mingyue, Do You Know What Qingfeng Is?

Under the Public Security Bureau.

Serious crime zone.

Chen Qiusheng listened to the explosions and noises, but he sat alone in the deep, deserted corridor.

There wasn't even a guard.

Everyone in the Public Security Bureau, except for the director, wanted him to leave.

But he refused to leave.

"Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult."

Chen Qiusheng muttered to himself, "This is actually a good opportunity. If everything goes smoothly, it could not only allow me to secure a position as Golden Councilor..."

They can also take out Chen Daoling and Zhang Fusheng while they're at it.

The light tapping of his knuckles on the shackles, one tap after another, blended perfectly with the sounds of explosions, burning, and roaring from the outside world, creating a symphony.

He sat there, in the deathly silent corridor, in the deserted prison area, motionless, shackled, yet he had already stirred up a storm throughout the city.

"This is causing a great uproar in the city."

Chen Qiusheng's gaze was deep; he hadn't just approached Hu Zhongli for the position of Golden Councilor.

His voice was almost like an operatic tune, drawn out in a high-pitched tone:

"This storm is escalating rapidly throughout the city."

An aged voice flowed out from the broken blast door, as plumes of smoke from the explosions rose slowly through the city.

The enormous explosion was deafening.

The door was open, and the person knocked lightly three times before entering.

It's Black Eyes and Old Ghost Chai.

Both men had complicated expressions as they looked Zhang Fusheng up and down.

The former began by saying:

"Mr. Zhang, we might need to have a serious talk. Your current situation is very dangerous."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at him, a smile spreading across his face, and then reached out and pressed down.

He began:

"Wait a minute."

Old Ghost Chai raised an eyebrow:

"The situation is far more critical than you imagine. You've really messed things up this time, especially with Chen Qiusheng."

I said, wait a minute.

Zhang Fusheng raised his eyelids and stared at Old Ghost Chai.

The latter felt his hair stand on end, as if he were being stared at by a terrifying Savage Wilderness beast, and his whole body was drenched in sweat!

He... he really became a grandmaster?!

Old Ghost Chai and Black Eyes felt a lump in their throats.

At first, no one believed that Zhang Fusheng had become a grandmaster; they only thought that he had obtained the position of director through special means.

Can.

In the silence, Old Ghost Chai lowered his head tremblingly and whispered:

"As you wish."

The two shut up and stood motionless in the corner.

Time continued to pass.

A moment later.

A young man I'd never seen before walked in; he was also from the Western Sect and was originally a supporter of Jin Qiuyue.

"So there were people who arrived even earlier than me."

The young man spoke casually, walked into the guest room, and unceremoniously lit a stove behind his head—he was clearly a Grandmaster!

Such a young master.

He looks to be no more than thirty years old.

Black Eyes and Old Ghost Chai's expressions changed, clearly recognizing the newcomer. The young grandmaster didn't even glance at them, instead sizing up the seated youth.

"So you're Zhang Fusheng? You've got some nerve, taking Jin Qiuyue hostage like that."

The young master calmly said:

"That's fine too. I, on behalf of the gods and their High Envoy, will personally come to see you and grant you entry into our lineage. You will be given the treatment of a chosen servant of the gods. Now come with me."

Zhang Fusheng remained motionless and patiently said:

"Wait a little longer."

The young master frowned, somewhat displeased. Accustomed to his way of interacting with Jin Qiuyue, his words carried a commanding tone:

"One instance of folly can be forgiven. You are more outstanding than Jin Qiuyue, so I will give you another chance. Now, get up and leave with me."

Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes and straightened up.

Just then, a third set of footsteps sounded in the hallway outside the door.

He ignored it, looked at the young master, and nodded:

"Bow your head and speak to me again."

"Presumptuous!"

The young grandmaster was enraged. He was too young and too outstanding; he was a prodigy, and possessed his own pride.

At this moment, the furnace behind his head was burning fiercely, and his body was glowing!

"Moo!!!"

A cow moo echoed here, throughout the entire hotel, and in this whole neighborhood!

The young master's barely concealed anger froze, and in a daze, he seemed to see a gigantic bull demon from ancient times.

The Bull Demon King was immense, standing atop a vast Savage Wilderness, with a blazing, sacred mountain behind him!

His mind was captivated; in his eyes and vision, there was only that bull demon, who resembled a god.

"Moo!!!"

The sound of the cows mooing echoed in his ears, and instead of fading away, it grew louder and louder!

Blood flowed from his ears, then from his eyes and mouth, and starting from his forehead, his flesh cracked bit by bit.

Even the brilliant fire in the furnace behind them dimmed!

The mooing of the cows stopped abruptly.

The grandmaster lay prostrate on the ground, trembling slightly.

This is the Unity of Intent and Spirit.

When intention and body are in harmony, every punch and kick carries True Intention and great power; when intention and qi are in harmony, True Intention combines with Blood Qi Beacon to transform into substantial Aura.

The Unity of Intent and Spirit.

If one's spirit is strong enough, the True Intention at this level can be transformed into something that is almost a Dharma form in a single thought!

This is called the True Intention meaning.

It is different from the Dharma form.

True Intention can invade another's spirit and will, even their divine realm!

The Dali Bull Demon crashed into the young Grandmaster's illusory divine realm, unleashing a deafening roar. The young Grandmaster bled from all seven orifices, trembling on the ground.

Sight, and even thought.

They were completely occupied by that Savage Wilderness bull!

At this moment, in the guest room.

'Thud!'

Three sounds of swallowing saliva rang out simultaneously.

The two are Black Eyes and Old Ghost Chai.

One left.

Inside the room, apart from the young grandmaster who was bleeding from all seven orifices and trembling on the ground, everyone else was looking towards the door.

There stood a young girl with long, wine-red hair, delicate features, and a high, straight nose.

Chen Nuanyu.

Three question marks appeared on Black Eyes' forehead.

When Chen Nuanyu saw the Black Eyes, her eyes widened as well.

"Mr. Hei?"

"Miss Chen?"

Two voices rang out in the guest room, and Zhang Fusheng's eyelids twitched; he almost jumped up and attacked.

Black Eyes, having glimpsed the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Chen Nuanyu is even more so, First Seat of Above High Heaven.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to kill, his gaze shifting, becoming extremely deep:

"What a coincidence, you represent the Western Sect followers who were originally behind Wang Tianlong?"

Chen Nuanyu snapped out of her daze, not having time to ponder why Mr. Hei from Bar No. 19 was there.

She closed the door behind her, gazing at the boy who was both familiar and unfamiliar, a look of bewilderment on her face.

All the past events came flooding back to my mind.

From the initial underground clinic to Number 19, and then the dragon boat journey, it was a battle between two terrifying giants in the underground river.

Finally, there were the words of that terrifying deity who resided above Jiangzhou.

Chen Nuanyu took a deep breath, her expression complex:

"Yes, by a stroke of fortuitous opportunity, I was noticed by the [venerable one] behind that lineage. It's been a long time."

Zhang Fusheng quietly observed the red-haired girl. Was Chen Nuanyu's appearance here a good thing or a bad thing?

Bad thing.

It's possible she could speak with Black Eyes, though it's highly unlikely they'd discuss [the Celestial Venerable], but what if?

She will also encounter Chen Yuque. The matter of the dead coming back to life is by no means ordinary, and once it is spread, it will cause a huge uproar.

So.

Chen Nuanyu cannot stay in Chongyang City.

After much deliberation, Zhang Fusheng quickly made a decision, leaned back on the sofa, and calmly began to speak:

"I roughly know why you've come: firstly, to win me over, and secondly, to prevent me from doing anything 'foolish' again, right?"

Black Eyes paused for a moment, then withdrew his gaze from Chen Nuanyu:

"Mr. Zhang."

He spoke in a low voice:

"Your power far exceeds my imagination, but Chen Qiusheng is a seasoned master who has already ignited all four furnaces."

"It's even quite possible that they've already combined the four furnace fires into a single [Great Furnace Fire], standing before the gateway to the Innate Great Realm."

After a brief pause, Black Eyes gave a stern warning:

"Even if the difference between grandmasters is only one furnace fire, the gap is still greater than the difference between a Martial Arts Master has opened one organ and one who has opened all five organs!"

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly and nodded slightly:

"I am naturally aware of this matter."

He stared intently into the Black Eyes, then changed the subject:

"Three days from now, investigators from the Investigation Bureau will arrive in Chongyang City. Also three days from now, the military's three Space-Air Fleet will truly rebel."

The light, airy voice echoed in the guest room, causing everyone present to change color, even the young grandmaster who was lying on the ground was startled.

Rebellion??

The young master was panting; the sound of the bull had now dissipated from his mental world.

But he still didn't dare to get up, or even wipe the blood off his face—he was terrified and completely terrified.

The young master merely raised his head slightly, glanced at the even younger boy, and then lowered his head again in fear.

Zhang Fusheng continued:

"The three rebellious Space-Air Fleet will launch a rescue operation for Chen Qiusheng, who is being held in custody by the Investigation Bureau."

Black Eyes couldn't help but speak up at this moment:

"Is this information accurate? How could the military possibly be in a real rebellion, unless they've all gone mad!"

Zhang Fusheng did not answer, but simply tapped the table three times with his fingers together.

'Knock knock knock!'

The crisp sound echoed in the guest room, transforming into a heavy mental burden that weighed heavily on the hearts of the group.

"I'll tell you, listen, and don't ask any questions."

Chen Nuanyu said this when she saw the familiar yet unfamiliar boy, still feeling somewhat dazed and dreamlike.

Zhang Fusheng continued:

"When the three Space-Air Fleet rebelled and attempted to rescue Chen Qiusheng, they were not cooperating; rather, they were competing to see who could rescue Chen Qiusheng first."

He said calmly:

"When the time comes, you will each join a Space-Air Fleet. Whoever rescues Chen Qiusheng will be allowed to support me."

The people in the guest room looked at each other in bewilderment.

What does this mean?

Zhang Fusheng didn't give them time to think, and waved his hand:

"That's all we have to say. Someone from the military will contact you now. Go back now— Chen Nuanyu, stay behind."

Despite their confusion, Black Eyes and Old Ghost Chai left with the severely injured young grandmaster.

Zhang Fusheng's gaze fell on Chen Nuanyu, and he said calmly:

"Don't get involved in this matter. Go back and report to the authorities, then distance yourself from it."

Chen Nuanyu's expression changed, but she didn't ask why; she just nodded silently.

"You should go too," Zhang Fusheng said softly.

The girl opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't.

She gave Zhang Fusheng a deep look, then turned and left.

Before leaving, he left behind a message.

Beware of the God of Plague.

She too went away.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and chuckled:

"At least he has some conscience."

He walked to the window, looked at the riots in the city, and his gaze fell on the Public Security Bureau building.

"Keep stirring."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and muttered to himself:

"He launched a military coup, colluded with the Western Sect, and instructed West Cultist to break him out of prison."

His gaze fell upon the wasteland outside the city.

"Of all those mountains, which one is suitable to be your Liangshan?"

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Early morning.

"There are still four hours until noon."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his watch; it was exactly noon. The inspector had arrived in Chongyang City.

An hour later, the three Space-Air Fleet began their 'rebellion' and 'prison break'.

Everything was planned meticulously.

"Once the chaos in Chongyang City is quelled, we'll need to travel to two lower-level cities to ignite the remaining fires."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, still feeling a strong sense of urgency.

It will be less than six months until February 9th next year.

How far can I go in six months?

"The news of the Dimensional Convergence Point can't be kept secret anytime sooner or later; it will spread eventually, and then, I'm afraid even [Celestial Person] will arrive."

"All for the chance to Ascension to Divinity."

"Grandmaster, oh Grandmaster, what exactly do you want to do?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, his thoughts settling on the plague demon.

He opened his eyes and, just as he had for the past three days, carefully observed the motionless Miss Mingyue.

"It's actually quite good-looking," Zhang Fusheng thought to himself.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the Miss Mingyue opened her eyes, wearily rubbed her temples, and then looked at the little plague demon beside her.

"Some minor unforeseen circumstances caused a brief delay; please forgive me, Young Master Zhang."

"No problem."

Zhang Fusheng, controlling the plague demon, gazed at the elegant woman with a single cinnabar dot between her brows, who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

Silence, silence.

He finally made up his mind.

"Miss Mingyue, have you ever heard of the Above High Heaven?" A deep voice echoed in the mysterious carriage.

The girl glanced at the blood-red skeleton and nodded slightly:

"Recently, it's been making headlines and gaining widespread fame, so of course I know."

Her expression hardened.

"That person who questioned the heavens is no ordinary person. Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

As she spoke, Miss Mingyue looked curiously at the skeleton.

The plague demon shrugged, its shoulder blades rubbing together with a grating, grating sound.

Zhang Fusheng, manipulating the blood-red skeleton, spoke in a low, hoarse voice:

"I know that old man who calls himself 'The True Person'."

Miss Mingyue was surprised:

"Oh? Is that so? Young Master Zhang is quite lucky."

The plague demon shook his head, his empty eye sockets staring at the elegant girl:

"He knows you too."

Miss Mingyue frowned slightly, puzzled, and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath. Since he intended to pull Miss Mingyue into the Above High Heaven, then...

He spoke in a low voice:

"Miss Mingyue, do you know what Qingfeng is?"

The elegant young woman was taken aback at first.

A sharp glint appeared in her beautifully shaped eyebrows, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Qingfeng caressing the Qingfeng?"

"No."

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said:

"The True Person once sighed before me, and it seemed to be related to you,"

He repeated it word by word:

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, Zhen Yuanzi."

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