Getting Acquainted Again-My Name Is Zhang Fusheng

Campsite.

"The Treasure Mirror has been brought!"

The subordinate, panting, presented the Treasure Mirror covered with a black cloth as if it were a precious gem. The Old Boatman took it and lifted it.

Under the black cloth was a seemingly ordinary mirror.

The subordinate licked his lips:

"When I went to request the Treasure Mirror, I overheard a senior believer saying that they were distributing Treasure Mirror in large quantities in order to track down a man named Zhang Fusheng."

After pausing for a moment, he quickly added:

"I also heard the news in the northern part of the city, and I saw it with my own eyes. That lord is patrolling the heavens without stopping for a moment. Who knows when he will arrive here!"

The Old Boatman carefully stroked the Treasure Mirror. Although it was a 'replica' of a Supreme Treasure of the cult, merely imbued with some of that Supreme Treasure's essence,

But it remains an extremely precious treasure!

He asked casually:

"Who is that person?"

"Naturally, it's Lord Hu."

The Old Boatman's expression hardened, and the image of the old woman flashed through his mind. He asked in surprise:

"You just mentioned, 'sky patrol'?"

"Right!"

The subordinate nodded emphatically and affirmed:

"Seated atop an ancient chariot, it surveyed the heavens. I caught a glimpse of it in the distance; it resembled a blazing sun, bringing light wherever it passed!"

The Old Boatman seemed lost in thought:

"I'm afraid it's not just about searching for that Zhang Fusheng, but also about appeasing the people under the cover of darkness."

He knew that the ancient chariot was the old woman's treasure. Although it was rumored to be a rare Supreme Treasure from Different Dimension, it was still extraordinary and a powerful Great Magic Artifact!

Great Magic Artifact are things that only those at the Innate Great Realm can possess and control.

"Sir," the subordinate whispered, "Should we take immediate action against the fishermen?"

The Old Boatman stroked the Treasure Mirror and shook his head:

"No rush, let's wait for Old Seven to come back first. This time, we must go all the way. Even if we don't capture the Old Fisherman, we must at least eliminate all his men."

The subordinate nodded emphatically:

"Yes, sir!"

Above the rolling mountains,

The thunderous sea churned and never ceased.

The sky was illuminated brightly, the fiery white light spreading and spreading into the distance.

The lightning bolt struck.

The thunder echoed through the mountains and forests, reverberating in everyone's minds.

What happens?

A series of blank stares were fixed on the honest-looking young man.

Then bolts of lightning struck one after another, and handfuls of carbon dust drifted in the wind, scattering across the entire mountain forest.

The honest-looking boy's face appeared incredibly peaceful in the lightning flashes.

When the rumbling thunder in the woods gradually Silence Below,

Only the trusted confidant, clutching a wooden box, stood alone, looking around blankly.

The sea of thunder in the sky remained, pressing down high above.

Wei Lingzhu, Wei Qingshan, and Wu Shangpin all stared blankly as the honest young man they had spent several days with stepped forward.

He took the wooden box from the Old Boatman's trusted confidant, opened it, and took a look.

"Is this the Exotic Earth?"

Zhang Fusheng asked curiously, only to see the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly collapse to the ground with his legs giving way.

"You, you, who exactly are you?"

Another bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

This time, Wei Lingzhu and the other two saw it clearly: the Old Boatman's confidant was frozen in the lightning, instantly disintegrated, and burned to powder by the terrifying heat!

Scatter, scatter.

Zhang Fusheng reached out and stroked the Exotic Earth in the wooden box, marveling at the immense life energy it contained!

Previously, it was speculated that it was formed by the blood of Celestial Person, but now, upon closer inspection, that's not the case at all!

The life force emanating from this soil is so strong it's almost frightening!

He picked up a small pinch and swallowed it.

The Other Shore Bone suddenly leaped with joy, frantically absorbing life force and silently unleashing its Ability to Devour and Transform All Things, vying with the Other Shore Bone for it!

Only about half of the life force was snatched from the jaws of the Other Shore Bone and combined with Zhang Fusheng's strength—a force of a thousand pounds.

A handful of soil added a thousand pounds of strength to him.

Zhang Fusheng was surprised. A thousand jin was insignificant to him now; even multiplied a hundred or a thousand times, it was still nothing.

But this is only a small minority!

The sheer vitality within it is simply overwhelming!

He exclaimed in surprise, put the small wooden box into his pocket, and turned to look at the three people who were still in a daze.

"What's your decision?"

Zhang Fusheng said gently:

"It's about becoming an apprentice."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Startled awake, Wei Lingzhu disregarded everything else and immediately knelt down in the woods. Although everything had happened so suddenly, giving off an unreal feeling,

But she still made a decision in the shortest possible time.

"Disciple Wei Lingzhu greets Master!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Wei Qingshan swallowed hard, still in a state of utter astonishment, looking at his elder Brother Boyang before him.

He still couldn't reconcile the young man who could summon a sea of lightning with a single, seemingly insignificant word with the honest and kind-hearted Brother Boyang.

In his daze, Wei Qingshan saw his Brother Boyang walk forward, look down at his sister, and his brows seemed to furrow.

Strange, so strange.

Zhang Fusheng was confused, and he felt a strong urge to accept Wei Lingzhu's offer.

He took her as his apprentice.

He took her as his apprentice.

That vague, indistinct yet real unknown impulse grew stronger and stronger.

After a moment of contemplation,

Zhang Fusheng bent down and helped the slightly trembling Wei Lingzhu to her feet:

"From this day forward, you will be my first disciple."

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before her, Wei Lingzhu nodded timidly and whispered:

"Master, Master."

Just that one sound.

Zhang Fusheng abruptly closed his eyes, his Mental Intent churning, sensing a sense of 'Perfection,' a feeling of 'it should be this way.'

Not real, but very real.

It seems that taking Wei Lingzhu as his apprentice has made something indescribable [Perfection].

The stranger something was, the more curious he became.

"Wei Lingzhu"

Zhang Fusheng pondered the name and casually said:

Let's get to know each other again.

Wei Qingshan and Wu Shangpin both stared blankly at the young man, who spoke gently:

"My name is not Zhang Boyang."

His real name is Zhang Fusheng.

Those two seemingly casual words felt like two massive iron hammers, relentlessly hammering at the thoughts of the three people!

Zhang Fusheng?

Zhang Fusheng, the one being relentlessly pursued by the Myriad Gods Cult?

That important figure from Chongyang City, the important figure who was sitting upright in the spaceship at that time...?

The Wei Siblings were dazed and confused, feeling as if the past few days had become unreal. Zhang Boyang, Zhang Fusheng.

Silence, silence.

"Yes, Master," Wei Lingzhu said, her voice trembling, bowing her head slightly.

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly:

"Let's talk about your talent first, on a mental level. Are you sure you won't regress?"

Wei Lingzhu woke up with a start and nodded timidly.

No, it won't.

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, but instead of rushing into the Eight Sceneries Palace to investigate what was wrong with him, he simply said:

"How about this?"

His voice suddenly became solemn and dignified, his words flowing like a lotus flower:

"And listen to what I have to say."

As he finished speaking, amidst the bewildered gazes of the three, the young man reached out and gently tapped the air.

Ripples appeared in the air.

He was preaching and expounding the Dharma.

One after another, illusory lotus flowers bloomed, and one after another, illusory Immortal Flower drifted down in the air. A profound method of visualization was expounded, and a faint light enveloped this mountain forest.

Wei Lingzhu's spirits instantly lifted, briefly soaring, then soaring even higher!

But once it rose, it never went back down.

"At least twenty or thirty bolts of lightning struck."

On the other side of the mountain.

The West Cultist exchanged bewildered glances. They cautiously descended the mountain, circled its base, and looked up at the still-churning sea of lightning in the sky.

Then he looked towards the area where the lightning had struck.

"What is that?" one of the stewards asked in alarm.

From this perspective

Halfway up the mountain, a dazzling array of lights shimmered, but were blurry and indistinct, obscuring the inner workings of the scene.

But looking into the distance, one can almost see lotus flowers, Immortal Flower, and illusory golden springs flowing!

The spring water is clearly illusory and not real, yet it flows through the mountains and forests...

The autumn plants seem to be in spring, bursting with life, and even accompanied by the illusory golden spring that flows over large areas of mountains, spreading out vast fields of beautiful flowers!

"Is a rare treasure about to be born?!" someone exclaimed, rubbing their hands together in anticipation, only to be slapped to the ground by the steward beside them.

"A rare treasure my foot!"

The steward spoke with alarm:

"I clearly heard a faint voice speaking, a powerful being, preaching and expounding the Dharma in those mountains and forests!"

Many of the West Cultist looked at each other, a chill running down their spines.

Just now, they were actually so close to a terrifying being of unknown origin?!

Yu Chengzong's eyes flickered, filled with a mixture of horror and dreadful suspicion.

Is this Fusheng?

He immediately dismissed this speculation.

Just now, during the argument when the Divine Descent, I suddenly heard Fusheng's voice in my ear, telling me that I didn't need to argue anymore.

It's just that at crucial moments, the object of the sacrifice or communication is changed.

Little Fusheng, who inexplicably became the director of Chongyang Bureau, lived nearby.

Can.

Gazing at the mysterious place where sermons were being preached, Yu Chengzong swallowed hard, concluding that Little Fusheng might be listening to the teachings there!

As for whether he or she is a preacher?

He rejected it outright.

This extraordinary phenomenon likely involves the innate realm!

Although becoming the head of the city's Public Security Bureau Chief was somewhat unbelievable, he could barely accept it.

After all, they had already witnessed Zhang Fusheng's terrifying talent. It seemed not impossible for him to become a grandmaster in a short period of time, provided he was supplied with a massive amount of resources.

But is it innate?

He had never even entertained that thought.

"Let's go first," Yu Chengzong a low voice. "An unknown important figure is speaking here. It's not something we can pry into. If we offend him..."

The other believers shuddered and realized what was happening. The group of over thirty people hurriedly left, heading away from the glowing forest.

At the same time.

In the glowing mountain forest.

With his Thousand Year Spirit Refining level and innate Vajra body, Zhang Fusheng's every word resonated with Brahma Chant.

It even caused some illusory phenomena, making the place glow, flow with golden springs, and drop lotus flowers and Immortal Flower!

Wei Lingzhu and the other two were completely immersed in the wonderful music and magic, unable to extricate themselves.

For a long time.

Zhang Fusheng has finished explaining his unique Visualization Method the Great Sun—a Visualization Method he created by extracting, adapting, and then developing from the Great Sun Illuminates Seventy-Two Snow Mountains.

The preaching stopped, but the strange phenomenon did not immediately disappear. Golden spring water continued to flow slowly, and wherever it passed, withered leaves were rejuvenated.

The three had their eyes closed, not yet immersed in the divine illusion Zhang Fusheng had conjured up—the great sun shining on seventy-two magnificent snow-capped mountains.

He waited quietly for a moment, then knocked on the void, uttering a soft "thud," followed by a shout:

"Aren't you going to wake up?"

The sound was like a morning bell, and the three of them were jolted awake, first with a start, and then one after another opened their eyes and became aware of their surroundings.

"Thank you for your explanation, Master!"

"Thank you for your explanation, senior!"

The three bowed in unison, their gestures sincere and heartfelt. This spiritual cleansing greatly benefited Wu Shangpin and Wei Qingshan.

As for Wei Lingzhu?

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the girl and said gently:

"How's your progress?"

Wei Lingzhu spoke with excitement and disbelief:

"My master guided me to comprehend the wonders of the divine realm, temporarily elevating my spiritual strength to the Minor Perfection level."

"And I, then, have achieved Minor Perfection."

She closed her eyes, then opened them again.

Zhang Fusheng saw the surrounding scenery changing.

It is seventy-two snow-capped mountains, and a blazing sun hanging high overhead.

A mystical realm.

The Visualization Method Minor Perfection.

He suddenly fell silent, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him—just like when Hong Tianbao first met him.