Let Gods Deal with Gods, Celestials with Celestials (13)

The enormous passenger plane flew along the flight path, cutting through the Sea of Clouds.

Inside the cabin.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the two people who were whispering to each other.

It's all about timing and luck.

A word suddenly popped into his mind.

Since encountering the Primordial Scripture, the Taiyi Chapter, and the Path of Karma, Zhang Fusheng has become increasingly convinced of, yet increasingly skeptical of, the concept of fate.

Cause and effect are themselves a form of destiny.

Since cause and effect can be observed, manipulated, and even tampered with, under such circumstances, the frequency of the 'mythical events' I encounter is a bit too high.

In just three months.

The Miss Mingyue, the Helplessness Bridge, the Book of Life and Death, and the Supreme Heavenly Position.

Now it is the Heavenly Khan and the Ziwei Emperor Robe again.

Zhang Fusheng always felt that things, people, and events from the old world were rushing towards him.

There is definitely something wrong with this.

"When did it all begin?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and he frowned deeply as he listened to their conversation.

Luo Cheng sighed and whispered:

"Yiyi, have you noticed? Something's been getting weirder lately."

He focused his voice into a single line, so that only the two of them could hear what he said—but at the same time, it was captured by Zhang Fusheng's divine sense.

"Every time I use the Qi Gazing Technique, I find that the 'qi' of all things becomes more abundant and vigorous, just like..."

Li Yiyi also joined the discussion:

"Just like the world is growing?"

Luo Cheng nodded, then shook his head:

"It's more like an awakening, or a revival; the spirit of every person, every object, and every rock is manifesting this."

Li Yiyi nodded in agreement:

"I've also noticed this, especially in the last three months. The ancestors in my dreams are becoming clearer and clearer, and they're even talking to me—although it's just in blurry fragments."

Zhang Fusheng listened silently, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He recalled the words of advice that Lingzhu, who had attained the status of an ancient saint, would give him ten thousand years from now.

Age of Great Strife has arrived.

The plane suddenly started shaking violently; a passing flight attendant screamed and was thrown high into the air by the turbulence.

Li Yiyi reacted quickly, grabbing the flight attendant and gently lowering her to the ground.

But the plane shook more and more violently, and screams of alarm came from the back of the cabin.

Just as Zhang Fusheng was about to stabilize the plane, he suddenly squinted.

To my perception, everything outside the cabin was calm and peaceful.

It's not airflow.

Someone was subtly interfering with the plane through Mental Intent —and he hadn't even noticed it.

"Someone Mental Accumulation surpasses mine?"

Zhang Fusheng's mind raced. That represented a figure at the Innate Great Realm level. What was this person planning to do?

Testing oneself?

He sat motionless, but the person behind the scenes seemed to have no intention of stopping; the entire plane was plummeting uncontrollably!

At this rate, it will crash onto the mountainside in half a minute.

A surge of Mental Intent rose in the rear cabin, not particularly intense, but it barely managed to stabilize the entire aircraft.

Zhang Fusheng turned around and, through the curtain, saw an old man covered in sweat—a grandmaster whose Spiritual Furnace Fire.

That's really strange.

Even a Grandmaster-level divine sense can contend against that unknown being?

Why can't I perceive anything?

Zhang Fusheng suddenly looked out the window and saw a huge boulder, several meters in size, floating precariously in the air on a certain mountain.

Then, with a 'whoosh,' it crashed down on the plane!

It was once again the master in the rear cabin who stepped in, his divine image shining forth to protect the plane and stop the boulder.

Zhang Fusheng quietly recalled the sight of the boulder rising into the air.

With his current keen insight,

It can be observed that when the boulder rises,

Some of the dust on top was crushed, representing something invisible pressing down on it—overall, it looked just like a transparent hand grasping a large rock.

Most importantly...

Fingerprints were even left on the large rock.

A huge fingerprint.

"Not Mental Intent."

The thought flashed through Zhang Fusheng's mind. He scanned the fuselage with his divine sense and, sure enough, found a huge fingerprint on the plane.

An invisible, unseen giant hand.

With the protection of the Dharma, the plane regained its stability and continued its leisurely journey towards Chongyang City; they were almost there.

"There's a grandmaster on the plane!"

Through the plane window, Li Yiyi saw a pale red color enveloping and swirling around the aircraft; it was the image of a grandmaster, enveloping the entire plane.

What just happened?

She glanced sideways and asked softly.

Luo Cheng shook his head:

"I don't know, it seems like another grandmaster attacked? I saw boulders rolling up."

Both were still shaken. Although they would have survived the crash, they wouldn't have been able to protect the others.

Li Yiyi took out a few copper coins from her bosom, tossed them lightly on the table, and her expression changed.

"A hexagram signifying certain death; they deserve to die. They're coming for us!"

Both men were startled at the same time, their hair standing on end. Zhang Fusheng's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He was wondering how such a low-level tactic could possibly work on him.

However, although this method is limited in its effectiveness, it is very peculiar, and even he himself cannot see through its secrets.

Amidst a whirlwind of thoughts, Li Yiyi's eyes flickered as she scanned the room, her gaze finally settling on another passenger in first class.

She stepped forward and greeted them:

"Sir, are you a local from Chongyang?"

Li Yiyi sized up the handsome young man. He looked quite young, probably around twenty-one or twenty-two years old. He was refined and scholarly.

Zhang Fusheng smiled and nodded, saying:

"I guess so. So what if you're very familiar with Chongyang?"

Li Yiyi asked again:

"Do you know where the underground market is during the Double Ninth Festival?"

Seeing the young man pause slightly, she added:

"It's the Black Market."

Zhang Fusheng nodded thoughtfully.

"I know, but that place isn't easy to find. Where are you going?"

Li Yiyi breathed a slight sigh of relief, then hesitated for a moment:

"Yes, I have something very important to do at the Black Market. Could you describe it in detail?"

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment and said:

"It's hard to explain in a short time. How about this, I'll go there with you. After we get off the plane, I can take you there."

Li Yiyi was pleasantly surprised and thanked him repeatedly.

After sitting back down, she focused her voice again:

"Finding the Black Market will make things much easier; we can hire a grandmaster then. I just can't understand who attacked us, and why?"

Luo Cheng shook his head in confusion.

Not long after.

The plane had already reached the airspace above Chongyang City and was slowly descending, coming to a stop at the end of the runway.

I stepped off the plane.

"My Li Yiyi, and he is my boyfriend, Luo Cheng."

The girl extended her hand confidently, and Zhang Fusheng shook it, saying calmly:

"Zhang Fusheng."

He casually introduced Chongyang City to the two of them, and the three of them walked out of the airport side by side. Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng frequently looked around, wary.

Something's not right.

Li Yiyi tensed up again, her voice focusing into a single line:

"I can feel many eyes staring at us, at least a hundred people! My intuition is sending out high-frequency warnings!"

Luo Cheng's expression also changed instantly.

Zhang Fusheng listened intently to their telepathic exchanges, lost in thought.

Indeed, hundreds of gazes were fixed on this place, and the owners of these gazes were at least Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters, with many of them being Innate Realm experts.

They are all gazing at themselves.

This Li Yiyi has such a keen intuition.

The man and woman were still in a state of shock, completely unaware of who they had offended or what had happened.

Zhang Fusheng hailed a taxi and got in with the two men.

"Ninth District, Mule Street."

He looked out the car window at the familiar city, his face expressionless.

Who are gazing at them, spying on them?

Cui Qingyi?

Various religions and sects?

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes slightly, quietly sensing.

Kou Mountain outside the city, the villa area in the north of the city, and the ordinary residential areas in the Seventh District.

Through the connection between cause and effect and the faint scent of incense, Zhang Fusheng could perceive that these places were gathering places for various religious sects.

Because they placed statues of gods in those places, including a statue of the Buddha.

Zhang Fusheng knew all the religious sects that were scattered throughout Chongyang—except for the Tianli Faction.

The Tianli Faction is the only one that did not create a statue of the Buddha.

"Mule Street is also home to a religious sect— the Mandala System."

Zhang Fusheng chuckled inwardly. Mule Street wasn't just where the Black Market was located; his master's wooden house was also there.

The Mandala System and the Spirit Mountain System are mortal enemies.

"We're almost there."

He said this to the two nervous-looking people in the back row.

"Did it head straight for Ninth District?"

Cui Qingyi listened to the report from her subordinates, her face expressionless, and squinted as she said:

Zhang Fusheng

She no longer underestimated this person—who could trick the God of Plague out of his power over the disease, was no ordinary man.

"Pity."

Cui Qingyi murmured, if it weren't for that suddenly appearing World Honored One, would she have risked going to find the God of Plague?

That's like trying to get something from a tiger.

"First, arrange for a large-scale net to be cast," Cui Qingyi instructed. "Take a compass and search."

Beside him, the First Branch of the Cui family asked in a deep voice:

"What is this compass?"

"It was given by the God of Plague in order to find a devout follower called the 'Ancestor of Land Immortals'."

Cui Qingyi's simple explanation:

"The God of Plague says that one of this deity's most devout followers has arrived on the Double Ninth Festival, intending to perform Divine Descent and summon the Ancestor of Land Immortals."

"He seems to be the mortal enemy of the God of Plague."

The First Branch and Second Branch of the Cui family exchanged a glance; both of them, Innate Person, had solemn expressions.

The former then asked:

"What should we do with Zhang Fusheng?"

"This person is definitely not simple. I even suspect that the World Honored One might be standing behind him."

Cui Qingyi calmly said:

"The arrow of mercy from the gods that day came from the dragon boat, and it was also on that day that all the sects sent their innate beings to the dragon boat to search for Zhang Fusheng."

"Is it really just such a coincidence?"

She sighed:

"I have prepared for the worst in everything. Let's just assume for now that the World Honored One is standing behind Zhang Fusheng."

The expressions of both the First Branch Second Branch wives changed, the latter saying solemnly:

"If that World Honored One were truly standing there, like Cui Wendao, would he still be targeting this person like this?"

Cui Qingyi calmly spoke:

"The God of Plague."

The First Branch Second Branch wives looked at each other.

"Now?"

"I have received news that the Whale-Penguin Ship has arrived in Golden City and may soon arrive in Chongyang."

Cui Qingyi spoke calmly:

"For now, hold back and ignore Zhang Fusheng. Our top priority is to find the most faithful disciple of the Ancestor of Land Immortals."

The First Branch raised another question:

"The matter of the God of Plague can be dealt with perfunctorily. Why would we really go and eliminate that believer for His sake, offending another deity?"

Cui Qingyi gave the First Branch's house a strange look:

"When did I say I wanted to get rid of that devout follower?"

The First Branch Second Branch wives were taken aback, then heard Cui Qingyi calmly say:

"I need to help him by having Divine Descent — the Ancestor of Land Immortals —descend to restrain the God of Plague God of Plague, so that I may have a chance to escape from his clutches."

"We are not gods, so let the gods deal with the gods, Celestial Person deal with the Celestial Person."

After a short while,

She stared at the messages pouring in on her phone, then changed the subject:

"Zhang Fusheng went to Mule Street; there are Mandala System followers there. Perfect timing."

"We won't confront him directly for now, but we can still use others to test the waters."

The First Branch squinted:

"Qingyi, what do you mean?"

Cui Qingyi walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside:

"Zhang Fusheng is accompanied by two little ones. Let's activate our covert network and send a 'perfectly reliable' false message to the Mandala System."

"Let one of those two little ones be a 'Living Buddha' or 'living Bodhisattva' from Mount Ling."