When the Tree Wants Stillness, the Wind Will Not Cease
"True Person?"
At the end of the bridge, the Three-Eyed Child, shrouded in a deep, eerie mist, suddenly paled, staring intently at the sky above.
Gazing at the sky-covering Rosy Clouds and the indescribably majestic Dao Palace.
The Three-Eyed Child spoke in a deep voice:
"What, even those Above High Heaven want to interfere in the affairs of my underworld? The Nine Netherworlds have reappeared, and the underworld has reunited. Is it wrong for me to collect the scattered underworld items on earth on behalf of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal?"
True Person?
Above High Heaven?
Wang Changhuan suddenly realized who this familiar old man was.
Isn't this the same person who rebuked the heavens in Chongyang City not long ago?
Isn't this the very person who shouts out thunderous pronouncements and proclaims his worship of the "Celestial Venerable"?
The dramatic events that occurred in the Chongyang City were filmed by many people and circulated widely.
A glimmer of hope arose in Wang Changhuan's heart.
The legendary True Person!
Is that Dao Palace the legendary Above High Heaven?
He saw the True Person standing on the Rosy Clouds speak indifferently:
"The Celestial Venerable has said that this is not yet a matter of the underworld reappearing; this person should return to the mortal realm."
The Three-Eyed Child looked wary, the ashen light in his third eye seeming ready to burst forth at any moment.
In the misty haze, the towering statue of a god reappeared!
He scoffed mockingly:
"Doesn't the Heavenly Venerable advocate purity and non-action, and promote the balance of all things? Why, now do you need to save an ant for no reason?"
The True Person raised an eyebrow, remained silent for a moment, and then his gaze fell on the middle-aged man, Dazong, who was prostrate on the Helplessness Bridge.
"Wang Changhuan?"
True Person asked the question.
Wang Changhuan kowtowed fiercely, weeping bitterly:
"True Person, I'm here!"
"Three costs, one blessing."
"I know, I know!!" Wang Changhuan nodded frantically. Recently, someone in Chongyang City claimed to have communicated with the [True Person] about the Exchange Heaven and Dao.
Some say it's three costs and one blessing.
Previously, he had dismissed it as mere gossip and rumors, simply laughing it off.
"Are you willing to dedicate your life to the cultivation of your skills, to the abundant Qi and Blood within your body, and to the cause and effect between yourself and the Book of Life and Death?"
"In exchange for my intervention, I will free you from this cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, from the Helplessness Bridge?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The word "wish" was uttered three times in a row.
"Mercy!"
The True Person sighed, sketched out light and shadow, and exclaimed – "The contract is established!"
Many things were stripped away from Wang Changhuan.
He looked up and saw the True Person with one hand behind his back and the other hand flipping down from the sky.
'Boom!'
This world, called [The Netherworld], seemed to emit a booming sound, with all sorts of dazzling light pouring down from above!
"How dare you invade the underworld?!" the Three-Eyed Child roared.
In his last glance, Wang Changhuan saw the Three-Eyed Child stomping his feet and the Myriad Blades Divine Statue glaring angrily.
They saw the eerie mist on the so-called Helplessness Bridge of Helplessness gather into a torrent, rushing backwards towards the Dao Palace in the sky!
The torrent flows endlessly upwards.
Yet, they could never reach that mysterious and profound Dao Palace.
Until the torrent collided with the cascading, dazzling light, the sky shook and the earth trembled, and all that remained before us was a vast expanse of white light.
I can't see anything.
After the white light disappeared, Wang Changhuan collapsed to the ground, looking around in confusion.
It's already in the desert.
It's the human world again.
His legs went weak, and he gasped for breath.
"They're back."
Wang Changhuan lay sprawled on the sand, his limbs outstretched, sweat soaking the ground.
He suddenly burst into tears.
I'm back in the human world.
For a long time.
Wang Changhuan struggled to his feet and stumbled as he ran towards the distant northern city.
The underworld.
The Nine Netherworlds!
He has to go and report.
In the desert, a divine thought silently watched the middle-aged grandmaster's fleeing figure, but ultimately did not intervene to capture him forever.
There's no need to rush.
"First, let the name of the Nine Netherworld spread." His Mental Intent slowly receded, carrying a deep sense of exhaustion.
They forcibly rendered the divine realm to resemble a true underworld, while also exerting all their strength to suppress the spiritual will of a Grandmaster of the Three Furnaces.
For Zhang Fusheng, the drain was also extremely intense.
But the result was good.
"This guy is almost two hundred years old!"
Two hundred years of technical training and practice.
Could you push the hierarchy of the [Primordial Scripture Taiyi Chapter] even further upwards?
"The Taiyi Chapter, the Four Great Mysteries"
"Karma Parallel, Palm Touching Karma, All Things Are Empty, Inverted Karma, and..."
"The Cause of All Fruits."
He was envisioning that the five major killing techniques of the Taiyi Chapter corresponded to five levels, from beginner to Limit-Breaking.
Even the basic concept of Karma Parallel in parallel is already incredibly profound.
"So, what happened next?"
The higher you go in this level of practice, the more difficult it becomes to cultivate, especially the final Inverted Karma.
Just hearing the name gives you a glimpse of its mystery.
But Zhang Fusheng did not seek to Inverted Karma, nor did he seek chaos in all things or the Heaven and Earth Overturned.
Being able to master the Taiyi Chapter to Minor Accomplishment and comprehend [the Palm Touching Karma] is already sufficient.
"Two hundred years of skill training might not be enough."
"More, more!"
Without rushing to return to his original form, Zhang Fusheng deciphered the Contract Book and examined all the things and events of the present moment.
In addition to over two thousand years of spiritual cultivation, there were also two hundred years of technical training.
The Qi and Blood characteristics from Wang Changhuan —actually, they weren't really characteristics.
Four stages of sublimation.
This guy's Qi and Blood have undergone four sublimations, while Zhang Fusheng himself has only done it once.
"How many resources would be consumed to achieve four sublimations?"
He clicked his tongue in amazement, concluding that these resources were mostly given by Cui Qingyi, Wang Changhuan's former lover.
Cui Qingyi. She seems to be the noblewoman from the Cui family who called her home that day.
Judging by the time, the remains should arrive at the Golden City in a few more days.
Zhang Fusheng collected his thoughts and temporarily refrained from touching the 'cause and effect' that had been extracted from Wang Changhuan.
Cause and effect related to the Book of Life and Death.
He was just trying to see if Contract Book could buy off cause and effect, and it actually worked.
Upon further reflection, it makes perfect sense.
Attempting to integrate the four levels of Qi and Blood that had been sublimated with his own body, Zhang Fusheng used his Mental Intent, with his divine realm as the intermediary,
Hundreds of kilometers away, they quietly projected their own Qi and Blood here.
In a single thought.
Like a vast, crimson ocean, a powerful Qi and Blood descended, spreading across the mountains and fields, and then suddenly unleashed its power!
A small mountain peak, 300 meters high, was enveloped in a crimson Qi and Blood.
Then it roared up again!
The mountain peaks rose into the air.
Zhang Fusheng sighed as he watched this scene unfold through his divine sense.
No wonder that in the end, pure brute force became insignificant.
A 300-meter mountain, could you lift it with brute force?
That would require consuming hundreds of millions of tons of meat!
Even if he were to unleash his full power, his current pure strength would only amount to 80,000 tons!
"It's not entirely without merit."
His mind raced. If he were to get close, even if his enemy was a fourth-stage Qi and Blood Sublimation, he could deliver a punch before the enemy could unleash their Qi and Blood to defend themselves.
It can still smash a skull!
Of course, the Body Furnace Fire must also be extinguished at the same time, otherwise even if the head is completely shattered, it will heal in a moment.
Qi and Blood are the product of the combination of Qi, or Mysterious Factor, with oneself.
The further it went, the closer it became to a product of Mysterious Factor.
As for this Mysterious Factor...
Zhang Fusheng guessed that it was actually something like the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy.
As the thoughts subsided, the mountains that had been lifted into the sky were slowly lowered.
The surging, crimson Qi and Blood that had permeated the mountains and fields gradually receded.
The mountains and fields have returned to tranquility.
Campsite.
"Kill them all."
A trusted subordinate reported:
Should we launch a full-scale attack?
The Old Boatman, wearing a straw hat, pondered for a moment and said calmly:
"There's no rush. We'll go to the North City in a couple of days and bring back the person who brought the Treasure Mirror."
He smiled and said:
"Then, using the excuse of the Treasure Mirror revealing the true nature of things, we'll surround the Old Fisherman's men, and then..."
The confidant smiled.
"The Treasure Mirror can't reflect anything, of course—but that doesn't stop us from surrounding and killing them."
"Um."
The Old Boatman licked his lips, looking somewhat pained, and said:
"Also, have someone deliver that box of Exotic Earth that was dug up last time to that Divine Cult Grandmaster."
He gestured towards the grandmaster, who was still sitting cross-legged in the center of the camp, in the distance:
"Distribute some to all the different religions and sects as a token of my apology, and also to give them a sample for reference."
My confidant was moved:
"Then we'll have nothing left."
"You don't know anything!"
The Old Boatman squinted:
"Only by gaining the favor of the Divine Cult Grandmaster can we openly and legitimately kill the Old Fisherman. We may not be able to enter the Land of Exotic Treasures, but..."
He chuckled softly:
"But if all the religions and sects were to fully witness the wondrous uses of this Exotic Earth, would they really still stand by and watch the Cui family nobles seize this Land of Exotic Treasures?"
The confidant licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly:
"You mean, let all the sects and factions confront the Cui family nobles. If they succeed, we can continue digging for Exotic Earth; if they fail, there won't be any further damage."
Indeed.
The Old Fisherman smiled and said:
"As for now."
The ragged old man gazed at the small building in the distance, his expression growing cold.
"Did the Old Fisherman bring the Wei Siblings into the small building?"
"Yes."
The confidant affirmed:
"An ordinary person was also connected at the same time."
The boatman chuckled:
"That woman from the Wei family seems to possess some incredible talent. Don't kill her; she might have a useful purpose."
"Yes, sir."
For the next five days, nothing extraordinary happened.
Over the course of five days, Zhang Fusheng spent his days playing cards and chatting with the Wei Siblings, and his nights silently relying on the High Heaven Token from various places.
Using True Person's body, he frequently witnessed Gaotian Association members completing transactions.
Under his guidance, many members began to use their 'past experience in technique training' as a trading tool—he would take 50%.
Five days later, after draining the trading potential of many members of the Gaotian Association in a short period of time,
Zhang Fusheng accumulated a full seven hundred years of time to cultivate his techniques!
In addition, the two hundred years of history obtained from Wang Changhuan
No more, no less.
Exactly one thousand years.
"I only spent twenty years learning the basics of the Taiyi Chapter, and mastered the method of [Karma Parallel]."
"Even if the difficulty increases dramatically as you progress, surely a thousand years is enough to bring the Taiyi Chapter to Minor Accomplishment?"
Despite thinking this way, Zhang Fusheng still felt uncertain.
The reason is quite simple.
This ancient scripture is called the [Primordial Scripture].
It's normal for the beginner level to be simple, but how can you expect the later stages of practice to be equally easy?
Then it wouldn't be called the Primordial Scripture!
"Why hasn't that old woman shown herself yet?"
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his hands together, already quite impatient. If it weren't for the need to kill the old woman and seize the [Nail Head Seven Arrows Book],
He left a long time ago!
Neither the deep and heavy resentment nor the Myriad Gods Cult's bizarre blockade methods could stop Zhang Fusheng.
He has the Helplessness Bridge.
"Brother Boyang, Qingshan and I are going hunting in the mountains two hundred kilometers away. Are you coming?"
Wei Lingzhu came skipping and hopping:
"Some followers of the Western Sect also went, so there were no safety issues."
"Hunting!"
Zhang Fusheng's heart skipped a beat. Western Sect?
He saw Uncle Yu and Aunt Li get into a car in the distance.
It's time to get in touch with Uncle Yu and the others.
It doesn't necessarily mean that one's own physical body goes to touch it— the True Person's body.
Zhang Fusheng dared not completely trust Lin Yusheng; he still needed to have his own power within the Investigation Bureau.
He could trust Uncle Yu and Aunt Li.
"It would be good to go and take a look."
Zhang Fusheng nodded in agreement and followed the siblings as they climbed into the back of the pickup truck, where Wu Shangpin was driving.
He stepped on the gas, and the pickup truck chased after the West Cultist convoy, kicking up clouds of dust.
"That girl named Wei Lingzhu is gone."
Upon witnessing this, the trusted aide immediately returned to the small building to report:
"Should we arrest her beforehand? Judging by the time, the person who went to request the Treasure Mirror should be back by now."
The Old Boatman pondered for a moment and then made a decision:
"You, take Old Seven and the others, along with some Exotic Earth, and go with them. When the time comes, hand the Exotic Earth over to those West Cultists, and they will not interfere or ask questions."
After a pause, the Old Boatman said indifferently:
"We only need that little girl Wei Lingzhu. She seems to have a special constitution. Kill Wu Shangpin and her brother as well."
The confidant nodded and said with a smile:
"There's another little guy, his name is Zhang something-yang."
The Old Boatman glared at him:
"Making conversation?"
"Hey, boss, just kidding," the confidant said, bowing. "Then kill them all."
"Okay, go ahead."
The Old Boatman nodded expressionlessly.
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(There will be three extra chapters tomorrow, and a bonus chapter at midnight. I'm wondering whether to add the three extra chapters to the original three chapters, making it a total of six chapters, or to release them separately at midnight. They seem about the same either way.)