Ordinary Six Ding Divine Fire

Sixth District, train station.

Zhang Fusheng lazily took a sip of the milk tea handed to him by Chen Nuanyu.

"Mmm, tastes good."

He forced himself not to show his fatigue.

The cost of pretending wasn't high, but it felt really good—of course, Zhang Fusheng wasn't pretending just to show off.

Even though he enjoyed it.

"The train leaves in half an hour," he said, sipping his milk tea. "Did you bring the contract from school?"

"I brought it." The young girl nodded gently, standing quietly like an obedient canary. In the noisy station, many eyes were watching her from afar.

Zhang Fusheng took another sip of milk tea:

"The craftsmanship is indeed good."

He muttered to himself, lowering his eyelids to hide his deep gaze.

Naturally, Chen Nuanyu had been sent by Zhang Fusheng to help him get a cup of milk tea to taste, and also to let her meet 'Zhong Shan' once, so as to avoid things being too abrupt later.

But speaking of which, the Spiritual Realm is really useful.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Zhang Fusheng pursed his lips.

He had remodeled the Spiritual Realm to look like a milk tea shop and its surroundings, perfectly pulling the four of them into the Spiritual Realm.

He hadn't intended to do this, but he had sensed a prying gaze, coming from a white van, from... the Investigation Bureau!

"The more mysterious something is, the more people fear it."

Zhang Fusheng thought to himself. It was the deliberately left flaw of the climbing ivy, the temporarily amnesiac Zhu Xiaoming and Lu Yao under the influence of his mental will, it was their unhidden faces, the distant glance, and the mental effort to interfere with the cameras.

The Gaotian Association was currently just a nascent form, not yet existing.

But Zhang Fusheng wanted it to become famous.

This way, people would seek its 'truth', would chase after it, and would pay a certain price to join it.

People didn't need to understand the Gaotian Association, but at least, they needed to know that there was such a behemoth in the shadows, elusive and unfathomable, yet with various clues proving its existence.

This was also why Zhang Fusheng didn't hide 'Zhong Shan's' face.

5:30.

"Let's go, time to go through security." Zhang Fusheng got up lazily. Chen Nuanyu consciously picked up his suitcase and handbag beside him, following silently behind.

Despite exuding an air of detached elegance, she looked like a little maid.

Passersby who secretly glanced at Chen Nuanyu's fair white thighs suddenly gritted their teeth, filled with heartache.

"It's fake, it must be fake!" A young man clutched his chest, wailing to his companion.

They passed through the smooth VIP ticket gate.

"Train CC1000, about to depart. This train is heading to Longzhou City."

"That train number sounds familiar..."

Zhang Fusheng muttered, slumping into a seat. Chen Nuanyu also sat down beside him.

The business class carriage was quiet, the lighting dim, and the seats were spacious and comfortable. As for the price, it was more than double that of first class.

Passengers boarded one after another, and with a hum, the train slowly departed.

This era is sometimes really strange. The Federation already rules the starry sky 'as far as the eye can see', yet on the Federation's mother planet, high-speed trains still run at 200 kilometers per hour. But thinking about the Lower-Level District, Zhang Fusheng wasn't so surprised anymore.

"Hey, Sister Xixi, I'll be there at seven. You don't need to pick me up, I can find my way."

A gentle and intellectual female voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Oh, I wasn't planning on picking you up anyway. It's over ten kilometers, and in this heat, who would go out!"

Zhang Fusheng choked:

"Hey, at least be polite?"

"Polite to you, my foot!"

Zhang Xiaoxi's words and her tone were not so much incongruous as they were completely opposite.

She said proudly:

"Your sister isn't just anyone anymore. I'm about to start working at the most awesome research institute in the province. Once I become an academician, I'll take you flying!"

"Are you sure it's the most awesome research institute?"

Zhang Fusheng was suspicious:

"Their judgment is..."

"Get lost!" Zhang Xiaoxi playfully cursed. "Your sister worked really hard for four years in university, she was one of the best!"

"Alright, alright, Sister Xixi is amazing,"

Zhang Fusheng said with a chuckle.

"So what competition did you enter?"

"Oh, the first-place winner of the competition gets to enter the research institute."

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his forehead.

"So you were celebrating prematurely, huh?"

"What about it? What's wrong with that?"

Zhang Xiaoxi stretched languidly.

"I'm going to take a nap. I'll message you when I wake up. Are the teachers from Jiang University with you, or are they staying at a hotel?"

"Oh, it's not the teachers, but I brought the contract anyway. We'll talk when we meet."

After a bit more small talk, Zhang Fusheng hung up the phone.

He looked out the car window at the rapidly setting sun and asked calmly, "How do you plan to repay me for extending your deadline?"

Chen Nuanyu was silent for a moment.

"Thank you."

Zhang Fusheng turned his head and gazed at the young girl, then chuckled lightly.

"Since that church noticed you, I have some confidence in you, so consider this an investment."

He spoke slowly.

"The daily interest rate is now 5%, with a repayment period of one month, and the condition is..."

He leaned closer and whispered, "Be a little pet, will you?"

Chen Nuanyu clenched her fists.

After a long while.

"Yes," she replied expressionlessly.

Zhang Fusheng's smile was brilliant.

He looked out the window again, his gaze gradually deepening.

There were still many things to do in Longzhou City.

The most important was the Star Beast Meat.

Hong's also had 'business' in Longzhou City, which was the 'hotel' branch managed by the Eldest Senior Brother.

Although it wasn't as large as the one in Jiangzhou, they could still procure some Star Beast Meat.

The transaction with Chen Nuanyu should be completed in Longzhou City, but this was just the beginning.

Zhang Fusheng intended to use these few days to find a suitable target in Longzhou City to recruit into the Gaotian Association.

After all, the members of the Gaotian Association couldn't be limited to Jiangzhou; that was too narrow. Coming to Longzhou City this time was also a good opportunity to test the waters.

The target had not yet been determined. He would wait until he got to the branch and see the local intelligence.

He suddenly frowned, forcing himself to keep his gaze on the window, not turning his head.

He sensed someone approaching silently.

An attack?

An assassin?

Zhang Fusheng narrowed his eyes.

Then.

"Chen Nuanyu."

A voice rang out. Zhang Fusheng looked over and saw a young man with no expression on his face and white hair.

It didn't look dyed; his hair had simply turned white with age.

The young man held his hands in a solemn gesture, or rather, a mudra.

Zhang Fusheng recognized it. This was

Zi Wu Jue?

In his past life, Daoists would clasp their hands like this when meeting, similar to how monks would put their palms together.

Daoism, and most likely members of the West Cult who had previously contacted Chen Nuanyu.

Chen Nuanyu was slightly startled at this moment, and subconsciously glanced at Zhang Fusheng. The young man also gave her a faint glance, completely unconcerned.

He just assumed she was Chen Nuanyu's friend.

He released his hands, and at some point, he had picked up a burning incense stick. A crew member rushed forward to stop him, but their legs went weak, and they fainted.

All the passengers in the carriage fainted upon smelling the burning incense. The red dots on the surveillance cameras above the carriage had stopped blinking at some unknown time.

"The divination within the cult suggests that the Six Ding Divine Fire may not be an ordinary special flame, and its rank and grade are higher."

The young man said faintly:

"It's very likely close to the level of Nether Ghost Fire. Well, in short, the Manager has decided to give you preferential treatment, and you can join the cult."

As he spoke, he suddenly frowned and looked towards the ordinary teenager beside Chen Nuanyu, who had been listening with great interest.

"Why didn't you faint?"

Zhang Fusheng thought for a moment:

"I often blow up balloons, so I have good lung capacity and am good at holding my breath."