An Ordinary Zhang Fusheng

On the wasteland.

Wei Qingshan was covered in sweat and floored the accelerator. The off-road vehicle had no roof or canopy, and the sandstorm rushed in, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

"What's going on in the sky?!"

He roared, his mouth full of dust.

Wei Lingzhu turned around, raised her head, and swallowed.

"My Heavenly Father!"

Above the sky.

Eight enormous fireballs erupted, then froze in the sky, revealing a series of blurry, gigantic figures!

"One two three"

Wei Lingzhu counted blankly.

Eleven enormous phantoms stood in the sky, surrounded by a rolling, receding Sea of Clouds.

This scene was absolutely astonishing.

Drive faster!

Wei Lingzhu spoke softly, but her voice was drowned out by the sandstorm.

"What?!" Wei Qingshan shouted, still pressing the accelerator to the floor, the engine making another strange noise.

The off-road vehicle tore through the vast Great Wilderness, leaving long trails of dust, when suddenly a gust of wind rose.

Wind, strong wind.

The vast, yellow sands stretch to the sky.

In the wind and sand.

Wei Lingzhu saw a gigantic palm print fall from the sky, and saw a massive mountain in the distance tear apart and collapse.

Countless fragments of rock exploded in all directions, and in the sky, the stagnant fireball began to expand again.

At the same time, countless wrecked airships fell from the sky!

'Boom!!'

A huge piece of debris crashed nearby, stirring up a huge wave of mud and sand that nearly overturned the off-road vehicle!

Then came more debris, piece after piece, raining down around the SUV.

Wei Qingshan let out a low roar, and exerted force with his feet, exerting force, exerting force!

"Hurry up!!"

'Laugh!'

The engine made a muffled noise, black smoke billowed from under the hood, and the SUV's speed dropped sharply.

The next second.

A massive piece of steel debris lay nearby.

A huge wave of mud and sand swept up the vehicle, overturning it completely!

Then came the rolling, the collision, the vibration, and the dizzying spin.

One last look,

Wei Lingzhu saw the fire-like debris falling like raindrops in all directions.

Everything went black.

For a long, long time.

I don't know how much time has passed.

'Squeak~'

Wei Lingzhu heard the sound of breaking metal twisting.

She groggily opened her eyes, and the world was upside down—the entire SUV was overturned on the ground.

There were still some unburnt metal wreckage all around. Through the firelight and the moonlight reflecting off the wreckage, she saw a figure outside the SUV, desperately trying to pry open the twisted door.

"Come out."

He was a young man who looked to be in his thirties.

Wei Lingzhu, her head covered in blood, reached out and easily tore open the iron gate. Led by the young man, she crawled out of the SUV.

She didn't even have time to thank him; she hurriedly checked on her younger brother—thankfully, he was alright.

It seems there's nothing seriously wrong.

Wei Qingshan also opened his eyes groggily at this moment.

Wei Lingzhu exerted her strength, tearing apart the entire frame of the SUV, and Wei Qingshan also crawled out of the SUV.

The siblings collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"They survived."

After catching her breath, Wei Lingzhu looked at the person who had helped her.

The young man also looked disheveled and somewhat wretched; his face, hidden beneath the dust, appeared honest and simple.

It's the kind of 'common face' that's hard to spot in a crowd.

"I have no way to repay your life-saving grace," Wei Lingzhu said, her voice slightly breathless.

"Fine."

The young man simply plopped down beside the two men, mimicking them by hugging his knees with his hands.

The wilderness was silent, with only the sound of the wind and the burning of metal debris mingling together.

"My name is Wei Lingzhu, and this is Wei Qingshan. May I ask your name?"

The young man paused for a moment:

"Zhang Boyang."

Zhang Fusheng made up a name on the spot. He originally wanted to call himself Li Er, but it still felt a bit awkward, and he didn't really want to change his surname.

Laozi, courtesy name Boyang.

So I simply named Zhang Boyang.

As for the face?

At his level, twisting bones and flesh, and changing his appearance would be incredibly easy for him.

"It's fortunate we met Brother Boyang in this desolate wilderness," Wei Qingshan said, rubbing his cheek. "Otherwise, we'd be quite a distance from here to the camp."

"I just happened to be passing by; I was originally out exploring."

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:

"When I was driving over those mountains, the mountain suddenly collapsed. I was lucky and survived."

After pausing for a moment, he glanced sideways at the siblings and asked curiously:

"What kind of camp are you talking about?"

Zhang Fusheng's gaze lingered on Wei Lingzhu for a moment.

The girl was also covered in dirt and grime, with bloodstains stuck to her skin at her temples, but her eyes and brows were bright and lively. She was young and clearly a beauty that was one in a million.

Most importantly...

There was a strange sense of 'friendliness' about the other person that made me feel at ease.

Just sitting beside her, the gloom that had been hanging over Zhang Fusheng's heart dissipated, as if he had drunk Calming Tea.

This was the main reason he stayed.

Of course, there was also the reason of avoiding the old woman's search; following two locals was better than running around like a headless fly.

"The camp... it's a smuggling camp," Wei Lingzhu explained. "It's probably still over 400 kilometers away, and we don't even know how we're going to get there."

She was somewhat frustrated.

Wei Qingshan comforted him from the side:

"It's okay, sis. Maybe a convoy will pass by."

"At this point, what kind of convoy is there?!"

As she spoke, Wei Lingzhu rubbed her hands together, clearly they were frozen—the autumn wind on the desolate plains in the dead of night was as cold as winter.

"What is a smuggling camp?" Zhang Fusheng asked humbly.

"Ha??"

The siblings were visibly startled, and the latter said in surprise:

"Brother Boyang, you don't even know where the smuggling camp is, and you're just wandering around in the wilderness?!"

Zhang Fusheng shrugged:

"I've always loved adventure."

Wei Qingshan rubbed his nose:

"Brother Boyang, you... are not a martial artist?"

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback, then scratched his head:

"No, it really isn't."

The siblings looked at each other in disbelief. An ordinary person, driving recklessly through the wilderness?!

They didn't know what to say.

Wei Qingshan sighed:

"Brother Boyang, you're really lucky. You've walked such a long way out of the city and nothing's happened. Your luck is comparable to my older sister's."

After pausing for a moment, he explained simply:

"As for the smuggling camps, Brother Boyang should know that we need to use special waterways to get from Shuangcheng City to other areas, right?"

"I do know that."

"Yes, besides the official shipping lanes, there are quite a few loopholes that can be exploited for smuggling, especially in our Shuangcheng Cities, where there are an unusually large number of loopholes."

Wei Qingshan clicked his tongue in amazement:

"I heard that it was a smuggling camp that was created when two bubbles collided. It's a base camp for us smugglers and illegal immigrants, located in camps outside some 'loopholes'."

A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face:

"Two bubbles collided?"

Beside her, Wei Lingzhu chuckled:

"I forgot that Brother Boyang is an ordinary person."

She also spoke up to explain:

"Each of our cities is like a bubble. Shuangcheng Cities are like two bubbles colliding and merging together, so there are many holes, which is why there is a South City and a North City."

Zhang Fusheng was even more surprised:

"But I heard that there was only one city at the beginning, and the other city was built later?"

The siblings exchanged a glance, and the older sister shook her head, saying:

"It's a lie. It seems like they're saying this to cover something up. Actually, I heard an old man say that many, many years ago, the South City and the North City were two separate cities, existing in two different bubbles."

Zhang Fusheng's eyes lit up slightly.

Two cities, two bubbles—two little worlds.

Although they are now mixed together, have they truly become completely integrated?

If not

Wouldn't I be able to light two fires at once?

He has only just ignited the Body Furnace Fire, and is far from being a match for that old woman who also possesses a thousand-year-old status.

But what if we also ignite the fire of Qi and Blood, and the Spiritual Furnace Fire?

Then they're only one small realm apart.

Thus, Zhang Fusheng was confident he could easily kill the old woman with a hammer; during the day, he hadn't used all his abilities.

Even the image of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal did not involve the Helplessness Bridge.

However, he worried that the other party also possessed a [Supreme Treasure], and that if the entanglement dragged on for too long, the innate being would personally arrive.

"We still need to think about how to find any signs of life," Wei Qingshan said dejectedly. "If all else fails, should I run to the camp and try to get help?"

Wei Lingzhu rolled her eyes:

"You're in your Second Refinement, it's a distance of 400 kilometers, how long would it take you to run there?"

Wei Qingshan counted on his fingers:

"If I were to accelerate at top speed, I could run ten kilometers per minute, which would actually only take about forty minutes."

Wei Lingzhu gave him a sharp rap on the head, clearly annoyed.

"Can you maintain top speed indefinitely?"

"Uh, that won't work."

"What are you talking about! Your sister is freezing to death!"

Wei Qingshan held his head in his hands, remaining silent.

Zhang Fusheng could tell that Wei Lingzhu was also a martial artist, albeit only First Refinement martial artist, but her physical abilities were already far beyond those of ordinary people.

The fact that he just tore the SUV apart with his bare hands proves this point.

But strangely, her body also seemed very 'frail'.

When the autumn wind blows in the desert, I can't help but shiver.

"Let's keep going. Brother Boyang is just an ordinary person. Qingshan, you carry Brother Boyang on your back."

"Okay, sure."

Wei Qingshan stood up and was about to hoist Zhang Fusheng onto his back when, before Zhang Fusheng could refuse, a faint sound came from afar.

The three of them turned to look at it together.

"Yes, convoy!"

Wei Lingzhu was startled. Through the hazy yellow sand, a convoy of more than a dozen off-road vehicles and pickup trucks broke through the sandstorm and came rushing towards them!

Accompanied by the sound of screeching brakes.

A dozen or so vehicles were parked not far from the three people, with a small bright red Squad Commander stuck on the lead heavy pickup truck.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with a shaved head, covered in tattoos, and a cigar in his mouth jumped out.

"Little Bamboo, Little Green Mountain?"

"Uncle Wu!"

The seriousness and wariness on their faces vanished, replaced by surprise.

What are you doing here?

"I had something else to ask you!" The middle-aged man walked over, the various metal decorations hanging on his jacket clanging together.

He glanced at the surrounding metal debris:

"Were you affected by what happened during the day? And who is this brother?"

"Zhang Boyang, Brother Boyang." Wei Qingshan quickly replied, "Brother Boyang was also affected. He was almost buried by the collapsing mountain in the distance, but he rescued my sister and me."

"My savior?" The middle-aged man warmly extended his hand and shook hands firmly with Zhang Fusheng. "My name is Wu Shangpin."

"Zhang Boyang."

Zhang Fusheng curiously examined the tattoos on Wu Shangpin's body; the tattoos seemed slightly distorted.

These are members of the Myriad Gods Cult.

"Let's talk once we're in the car!"

Wu Shangpin, a cigar dangling from his lips, waved his hand magnanimously, gesturing for the three to get into the back of the pickup truck, then jumped in himself.

He slapped the car body hard, letting out a howl like a wolf, and the convoy started again, speeding across the wilderness.

On the truck bed.

Wei Lingzhu took the bread and water and wolfed them down.

She asked somewhat vaguely:

"Uncle Wu, are you going back to the smuggling camp too?"

"Yes, but we're going to investigate people."

Wu Shangpin responded:

"We've been ordered to investigate a certain person. This is his photo; there will be a substantial reward if we find him."

He casually tossed out a photo, and Zhang Fusheng looked at it; the photo was none other than himself.

However, he has changed his appearance, and even his mother doesn't recognize him when she comes.

"This guy, what's his name? Zhang Fusheng." Wu Shangpin extinguished his cigar and flicked it with his finger.

"I heard that the higher-ups of the Myriad Gods Cult have already set up their altar and are performing Curse Killing Method. According to their usual practice, this guy will suffer a huge loss around sunrise!"

Curse Killing Method?

The ordinary-looking Zhang Boyang, huddled in the truck bed, raised his eyelids slightly.

Are you cursing me?

He raised his head and glanced at the moonlight.

The sun is about to rise.