The Esteemed Guest Arrives in Person, Talent That Never Takes a Step Back

"As for why the small world was sealed off, it involves the head of the Chongyang City Public Security Bureau Chief. As for Hei Tian, I don't know the specific reason either."

The hovercar streaked across the black sky. Inside the cabin, a high-ranking member of the Myriad Gods Cult patiently explained:

"All I know is that some shocking events have occurred; one of the great masters of my sect has perished."

Cui Wendao sat upright, his face expressionless, and calmly began to speak:

"The Public Security Bureau Chief in Chongyang? I heard my aunt mention him on the phone the other day. She said he's arrogant, haughty, and unreasonable, and seems to be trying to oppose my Cui family."

After a moment, he looked out the window and said softly:

"If you catch them, just kill them."

Wang Changhuan's eyelids twitched:

"Asking the Dao, the Divine Sect still has a use for him, so they may not be able to kill him. However, I can assure you that once we capture him, he will never oppose the Cui family again."

"Oh? Another Seed Demon Method?"

Cui Wendao remained seated upright, then suddenly spoke:

It's snowing.

Wang Changhuan looked out the window and could see snow falling, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

"Why is it suddenly snowing?"

He frowned slightly, about to say something to stop Luo Xue, when he heard Cui Wendao calmly:

"Snow is rare in the Golden City, and when it does fall occasionally, it has a unique charm."

Wang Changhuan swallowed back the words he was about to say and instead said:

"That small camp is about a hundred kilometers away; that's where the entrance to the Land of Exotic Treasures is located."

"Um."

Cui Wendao casually:

"Drive them all away from the camp."

"Drive them away?"

Wang Changhuan was taken aback:

"That place is a gathering place for followers of various religious sects, including many leaders. Although their cultivation levels are low, they still represent their respective sects."

"Then what?"

Cui Wendao indifferently:

"Of all the people from various religions and sects who enter the Golden City, how many of them don't go to the Cui family's doorstep to present their visiting cards?"

"Even your Myriad Gods Cult's Divine Walker, when they secretly entered the Golden City two years ago, sought an audience with my Cui family's ancestor."

After a pause, he said slowly and deliberately:

" In the Golden City —no, within the Golden Province."

"Even if a coin fell from the sky, at least half of it would belong to the Cui family."

Wang Changhuan's lips twitched, but in the end he said nothing and simply responded with a low "Yes."

The hovercar sped through the heavy snow.

Not long after.

We had already arrived at the smuggling camp.

The car door slowly opened, and the hovercar remained suspended a hundred meters in the air. Cui Wendao walked leisurely to the car door and jumped in.

He crashed to the ground like a cannonball, kicking up a flurry of snowflakes, with Wang Changhuan close behind.

The camp was quiet, and even the grandmaster who was in charge stood up and silently gazed at the nobleman from the High Gate Cui Family.

Nearly half of the people lowered their heads slightly.

"Brother Boyang!" Wei Lingzhu lowered her voice and tugged at Zhang Fusheng's sleeve. "Don't look directly at him!"

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the girl, his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

How could the Cui family alone possess such a reputation?

High-ranking families

He clicked his tongue in amazement, but didn't do anything deliberately, no longer staring at the so-called noblemen of the Cui family.

After all, the old woman hadn't been killed yet.

The opponent lit the fourth Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire, which allowed them to slightly borrow the power of heaven and earth; that was fine.

Most importantly, she wields the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book.

It is indeed a Supreme Treasure. Even without using Curse Killing Technique, if it were to be attacked directly, I would likely be in grave danger.

Can the Helplessness Bridge stop the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book?

Zhang Fusheng was unsure.

All he knew was that all he had to do now was wait quietly until the old woman appeared, and then...

The aim is to kill them in one strike.

Do not give the opponent any chance to unleash the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book.

Therefore, it's best to keep a low profile for now—unless you kill everyone present in one fell swoop.

My thoughts were racing.

"Get things done." Cui Wendao, not even glancing at these people directly, and coldly gave the order.

Wang Changhuan nodded slightly.

The next second.

The earth shook violently, and many cultivators in the camp who were not highly skilled lost their footing, realizing that they were growing taller—no, it was the ground beneath their feet that was growing taller!

The entire camp area's rock strata,

They were all forcefully lifted up by the Qi and Blood Giant Hand!

This scene was so astonishing that everyone in the camp felt it deeply, even Zhang Fusheng was shocked.

"A kilometer-long area, with rock layers tens of meters thick, was forcibly lifted up."

Such a weight is probably close to or even exceeds the 'hundred-million-ton level'!

How did this guy do that??

Zhang Fusheng was alarmed. He could clearly sense that the middle-aged man standing next to the Cui family nobleman had not used any power of heaven and earth, nor was he from a top-tier sect.

That was roughly how the third fire was lit, one that was about the same size as his own.

But it can easily lift a vast rock stratum weighing hundreds of millions of tons with its pure, tangible Qi and Blood!

Even someone whose Qi and Blood Sublimation would find it difficult to shatter a thousand meters of earth and to easily lift a thousand meters of earth; these are two different concepts.

And this doesn't seem to be the limit for this major figure.

First, there was Du Mingsheng, who had been in contact with the Book of Life and Death and lived for over a million years. Now, he is the Grand Master of the Three Furnaces who supports the earth for thousands of meters.

Zhang Fusheng completely abandoned his underestimation of the world.

Like those Black Eyes.

Like the Six Ding Divine Fire in Chen Nuanyu's heart.

If it weren't for my interference, their unique qualities would probably have been truly activated after a period of time.

They can all reach terrifying heights.

Even Niu Dali) is included.

In short.

"Mythological events scattered among humanity today"

"Many people have the potential to Becoming a God."

"Or rather, what is known as the 'potential of an emperor'."

The thought flashed through his mind, then subsided. The ground beneath his feet was being lifted, and Zhang Fusheng's gaze was fixed on the Grand Master.

What's so special about this guy?

Let's see if we can get it in the next couple of days.

As their thoughts raced, the giant hand had already placed the tens of meters-thick rock layer ten miles away. The earth trembled violently, and some tents collapsed.

Huge plumes of smoke and dust spread and rose hundreds of meters into the air, forming a brief sea of dust.

Everyone was leaning to one side or the other.

After the smoke and dust cleared...

Everyone turned their heads to look at the huge crater that had once been the site of the camp.

One could see that the nobleman of the Cui family had erected a stone tablet on the ground, with only one powerful and vigorous character on it.

'Cui'.

It's like a declaration of sovereignty.

The next moment, the terrifying grandmaster moved again, his Spiritual Furnace Fire appearing and burning behind his head.

With his thoughts, rocks and old trees tore apart and were piled up in the time it takes to build up.

An estate!!

This scene startled many onlookers, but Zhang Fusheng remained calm—he could do the same.

After igniting the Spiritual Furnace Fire, the control over one's Mental Intent increases a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

It is not difficult to lift up stones and wood and construct a building or an estate in the blink of an eye.

The nobleman from the Cui family moved into the manor.

In the camp, everyone silently dealt with the mess, and no one complained.

Even the leaders of various sects who had previously dared to directly challenge and question the Divine Cult Grandmaster were now silent.

For a long time.

Sitting in front of the newly erected tent, Wei Qingshan gazed enviously at the manor that had been built in the blink of an eye.

"This is a truly powerful and influential person."

He murmured softly:

"That one following beside him, isn't he a high-ranking member of the Divine Cult? I once caught a glimpse of him from afar at a celebration; he was surrounded by admirers, and even the Old Fisherman was extremely cautious around him. But now..."

Wei Lingzhu pinched him and glared at him, saying:

Be careful what you say! Don't utter words you shouldn't!

Wei Qingshan quickly shrank back, then sat down next to Zhang Fusheng and whispered:

"Brother Boyang, why don't you cultivate? Is it because of your talent?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"When I first started cultivating, my talent was indeed very poor, probably around the first year of high school."

He recalled:

"I've been practicing diligently for three years, and with the college entrance exam approaching, I still haven't even grasped the basics of Breathing Technique. My physical condition is just too poor."

"At that time, my practice of the Sunrise Meditation Technique was only at the beginner level."

Zhang Fusheng was telling the truth; before completing his first transaction with Old Master Wang, he was an ordinary person through and through.

He's not a loser.

Just an ordinary person.

Wei Qingshan gently comforted him:

"It's alright, Brother Boyang. If the Land of Exotic Treasures really reopens, you can come with us and dig for that treasure soil together."

"Putting everything else aside, just a couple of big bites and you'll instantly become a martial artist."

Zhang Fusheng shrugged and did not answer. The Land of Exotic Treasures — Mangtou Mountain.

To be honest, even if you invited him, he wouldn't want to go.

Hidden there is a Celestial Person being crippled by the Miss Mingyue. Although I had long been prepared to explore, after all, I needed to retrieve the scroll that contained the Miss Mingyue's painting.

But he didn't go there himself; instead, he went through plague demons and Ghastly Skeleton.

"Let's say less," Wei Lingzhu sighed. "Even if the Land of Exotic Treasures reopens, can we really go in and dig up the soil?"

Wei Qingshan opened his mouth, then suddenly fell silent.

The large stele standing before that giant pit bore the character "Cui," its meaning crystal clear.

The Land of Exotic Treasures has found its owner.

There was silence for a moment.

The sky was pitch black; only a clock could barely make out what it was—it was already night.

The planned bonfire gathering was naturally cancelled.

As dawn approached, the campsite gradually quieted down. Zhang Fusheng and the Wei Siblings, huddled together in the tent, remained awake.

Wei Qingshan even pulled out a deck of cards from somewhere, pulled Zhang Fusheng along, and the three of them played cards together.

"I wonder what's going on with this darkness, and whether an even greater disaster is about to occur."

While playing cards, Wei Qingshan sighed:

"Alright, there are always taller people to hold up the sky if it falls. Brother Boyang, if anything really happens, you'd better stick close to us and run for your life!"

Zhang Fusheng nodded with a smile.

The three of them played cards and chatted about all sorts of things, and soon it was midnight.

"Brother Boyang," Wei Qingshan licked his lips, a look of anticipation on his face, "the Old Fisherman said so."

"After he goes to dig for another rare treasure, he plans to return to Chongyang City and introduce us to his master—a very important figure in Chongyang!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Fusheng asked curiously:

"Wasn't it said that the Old Fisherman's sect was rife with infighting, which is why he left?"

Wei Lingzhu smiled and said:

"I heard from the Old Fisherman a while ago that the situation has changed. A very powerful member of his sect has wiped out everyone and now holds a very high position."

Wei Qingshan nodded vigorously:

"The Old Fisherman also said that my sister's talent is extraordinary, and asked if he could introduce her to a powerful master!"

"Talent?"

Zhang Fusheng was curious:

"Could Lingzhu possess one of those legendary special constitutions?"

The siblings exchanged a glance, hesitated for a moment, and then the former nodded slightly and said:

"It's not exactly a secret; I only discovered it in recent years, it's just..."

"What I've learned, the methods I've mastered, will not regress."

Zhang Fusheng first said "Oh," then his eyes widened.

What is that?

Won't it regress?

Spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind.

If it truly means "no regression"—wouldn't that make it a permanent certificate?!

This talent is nothing to me.

But if this happened to any other person, it would be extraordinary.

The premise is that there will be no real regression.

To my surprise...

The tent flap was pulled open, and the middle-aged man named Wu Shangpin poked his head in:

"Lingzhu, come to the small building for a moment. The Old Fisherman has something to ask you. Were you two there when the spaceship was destroyed?"

He then looked at Wei Qingshan and the seemingly honest and simple-looking young man.

"At the scene." Zhang Fusheng nodded affirmatively.

"Young man, you come too." Wu Shangpin didn't explain further, and led the three of them into the small building under the watchful eyes of many people.

Although the building was simple, it was made of solid materials, and the walls were clearly filled with special materials that could block the detection of divine senses.

Following behind the Wei Siblings, we went up to the top floor.

Enter.

Inside the hut, an oil lamp was lit—on the edge of the desert, there was naturally no electricity.

With a quick glance, Zhang Fusheng saw the Old Fisherman leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, resting. His wolf-head cloak was gone, and his brows were furrowed, as if he were worried.

The Old Fisherman was the only one in the room.

Hearing the noise, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, gestured for Wu Shangpin to close the door, and then spoke:

"Something's happened. The three of you will have to spend the night inside the building; you won't be staying in tents."