They Called You Heavenly Venerate

"Sixth Refinement? How is that possible? Unless it's a Buddhist initiation or Daoism invocation of deities."

Niu Dali listened to Mr. Liao's report on the other end of the phone and took a deep breath:

"That's amazing. I understand."

He hung up the phone and looked at Old Ghost Chai in front of him:

"Old Chai, killing Zhang Fusheng isn't difficult. The real challenge is how to avert Master's suspicion after killing him, preserve my position, and deal with the mysterious figure suspected of being behind him."

Old Ghost Chai said calmly:

"This is your matter, and has nothing to do with me or the Western Sect. I'll say it again, Zhang Fusheng is also an option for us."

'Bang!'

Niu Dali stood up and slammed his hands on the table:

"He has improved very, very quickly, unbelievably quickly, but he is only at the Sixth Refinement, while I am invincible in the martial arts realm."

"Only I can help you obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron! Without this, how can you summon the True Body Descent of the God of Plague?"

Old Ghost Chai raised his head, and a tangible divine light suddenly burst forth in his eyes. Niu Dali as if by lightning, staggered backward, and knocked over his chair.

"Watch your attitude," Old Ghost Chai said calmly. "I've already said, we don't care who wins or loses between you and Zhang Fusheng. What I want is for Hong Tianbao to stop interfering in church affairs."

"The High Envoy from the sect is on his way."

Niu Dali paused for a moment, then said:

"I'll say it again: Master cannot die. If he dies, how will I find my beloved grandmaster? And if I can't find my grandmaster, how will I obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron)?"

Old Ghost Chai frowned.

After a long while, he got up, walked away leisurely, and left with one last sentence:

"We will not play along with your act, nor will we pretend to accept Zhang Fusheng into the Western Sect —of course, we can genuinely accept him into the church."

"In addition, there will be a minor Divine Descent at the end of the month; please have Hong's cooperate with my Chaimen."

Niu Dali stood there, watching Old Ghost Chai leave, but his ferocious face suddenly returned to calm.

He even leisurely brewed himself a pot of tea.

"Western Sect?"

The seemingly honest and simple-minded boy chuckled and downed the hot tea in one gulp.

"The gods are finally descending! The gods are finally descending!"

"My extraordinary talent can finally be put to use."

Niu Dali dipped his finger in the teacup and tremblingly wrote two characters on the table.

'Devour God'.

The water stains gradually dried.

Villa area.

The Number 19 was no longer as bustling as before. Although the doors were open, it was now deserted, with only a bartender standing behind the counter.

He stood perfectly straight.

Zhang Fusheng went inside.

"Mr. Zhang," the bartender, whose eyes were completely black, smiled, "What would you like to drink?"

Zhang Fusheng, now dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, sat on a chair at the bar. He flicked his finger, and a coin flew out, landing on the table and spinning gently.

"This is all the money I have left."

"It's my treat." Black Eyes poured himself a glass of strong liquor and gently pushed it away. "I just killed someone; a shot of strong liquor is the best way to sober up."

Zhang Fusheng picked up the glass and took a big gulp.

He exhaled a satisfied breath, reeking of alcohol, and calmly said:

"My master said he's not killing you because you have a wide network of connections and are very well-informed. He wants to keep you alive so that when you come to apologize one day, he can do you a favor."

The bartender poured himself a glass of strong liquor and laughed:

"Old Master Hong has taken notice of me."

No, I underestimated you.

Zhang Fusheng stared at the bartender, took out his phone, and waved it:

"Twenty minutes ago, I received a text message from the 'Golden Auction House' saying that my Brave Lion Meat had been delivered to Jiangzhou City a day ahead of schedule."

"However, since it's not the agreed time, the Brave Lion meat will be temporarily stored at Bar No. 19. I can pick it up myself, or it can be sent to the Hong Ji Martial Arts Hall tomorrow afternoon at the agreed time."

The bartender's face showed surprise:

"The Brave Lion meat was actually for Mr. Zhang? I thought it was for Old Master Hong's personal use."

Zhang Fusheng stared at the bartender:

"Something worth 300,000 Living Souls is being kept by Mr. Hei. Mr. Hei is probably more powerful than my master and I imagined."

"I'm very curious, what exactly is the use of your pair of Abyssal Black Eyes?"

Zhang Fusheng didn't know if comprehension could be repeatedly acquired and accumulated.

But he knew that 'Root Bone' could help.

Or, to put it another way, it's possible with a special physical condition.

The bartender shook his head and did not answer.

Zhang Fusheng didn't press further, but instead swirled his wine glass.

What information do you know?

"Many," the bartender replied elegantly. "What would Mr. Zhang like to inquire about?"

"What exactly is the Western Sect trying to do? And what is the relationship between my Eldest Senior Brother and the Western Sect? Do you have any information about this?"

The bartender paused for a moment:

"Have."

He said calmly:

"The Western Sect plans to perform two Divine Descent in Jiangzhou City: one minor Divine Descent and one true [Divine Arrival]."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. "You really know?"

He felt the bartender was becoming increasingly mysterious, and asked again:

"What's the difference between 'Minor Divine Descent' and 'Divine Arrival'?"

"The former is a deity from Different Dimension descending with their spiritual will, while the latter is a deity [True Body Descent]."

Zhang Fusheng's pupils contracted:

"The God of Plague?"

The bartender wasn't surprised that Zhang Fusheng knew about the God of Plague, and nodded with a smile.

"That's right."

"As for the relationship between Niu Dali and Western Sect, Mr. Zhang, have you ever heard of the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron?"

Zhang Fusheng was suddenly stunned.

Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron

He'd heard of them all too well; back in his past life, when he was just a little kid, his family had collected several of them.

Yes, it's made of plastic.

He said calmly:

"No, Mr. Hei, could you please tell me?"

The bartender's expression turned serious:

"The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, a legendary bridge to guidance and a beacon of the Different Dimension, can be extended infinitely, traversing space, time, and dimensions."

He said softly:

"The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron is the only Supreme Treasure discovered so far that can directly reach Different Dimension, and it is also one of the few treasures that can help the true Supreme Treasure of a deity from Different Dimension descend."

Zhang Fusheng asked:

"What does this have to do with my dear Eldest Senior Brother?"

The bartender didn't answer directly, but instead said leisurely:

"The Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron once belonged to the Buddhist Sect Lingshan lineage, but precisely because of this, the Lingshan lineage was targeted by the Federation and other cults in a coordinated effort—the only time the Federation and cults ever cooperated on such a large scale."

"The Lingshan lineage, if not completely wiped out, is practically extinct, and the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron also disappeared. Until a year ago, a prominent figure in the Western Sect deduced that the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron was in the hands of a man named Yuan Feidao."

Zhang Fusheng frowned and listened quietly.

The bartender's voice had a distinct intonation:

"And Yuan Feidao is Hong Tianbao's master."

Zhang Fusheng's pupils suddenly contracted:

"So, the Western Sect wants to use Niu Dali to contact my grandmaster? Why not just rob him directly?"

"Because the Western Sect doesn't know where Yuan Feidao hid the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, but this Supreme Treasure will eventually be passed down."

The bartender said slowly and deliberately:

"To whom should it be passed on? Naturally, it should be to one of Yuan Feidao's disciples or grand-disciples. Therefore, the Western Sect chose Niu Dali."

He clicked his tongue in amazement and said:

"However, in order to cover up the news, the Western Sect doesn't even dare to send a Great Walker to Jiangzhou City. Currently, there are only four Martial Arts Master masters in charge of Jiangzhou City."

Zhang Fusheng stared at the bartender:

"Then why do you know so much?"

The bartender smiled and shook his head, pointing to his own pure black eyes, which seemed like bottomless abysses.

Zhang Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief:

Why should I tell you?

The bartender pointed to his eyes again and said gently:

"I can see many things that ordinary people cannot imagine, such as a piece of the past, or a glimpse of the future."

Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded. Past and future?

What kind of weird eyes are these?

This bartender is probably more than just 'extraordinary'.

Zhang Fusheng was shaken and couldn't help but ask:

"What did Mr. Hei see in me this time?"

A rare look of awe appeared on the bartender's face.

"A glimpse of the future, in which your figure is blurred, sits in a Dao Palace beyond the limits of thought, which I cannot describe, surrounded by a deep, dark aura, with layer upon layer of universes rising and falling."

"And, before you, no, before you at that time, stood four equally indistinct figures, calling out to you, calling out to you for..."

"Boundless Heavenly Venerate!"

Zhang Fusheng jumped to his feet, while Black Eyes coughed violently, his life force suddenly waning.

"What's this?" Zhang Fusheng asked, puzzled.

"Speaking of the future, I suffered a backlash." The bartender wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Falling from Five Viscera Master to Three Viscera Master, it's not a big deal, I'm used to it."

Zhang Fusheng's lips twitched. Had he gotten used to it?

He stared intently at the bartender. What exactly were those eyes on this guy's face?

Furthermore, since he's gotten used to it, how many people has this guy painted a glimpse of the future for? And how many levels of despair has he fallen from?

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fusheng asked:

"So, you're investing in me?"

"That's right."

The bartender smiled:

"The future I see is destined to happen, but it may be hundreds or thousands of years from now, or even longer—yet it is still destined to happen."

He praised:

"In other words, you are destined to become a god."

Zhang Fusheng paused for a moment:

"Then why don't you just help me out and kill my dear Eldest Senior Brother?"

"I don't have that ability."

The bartender shook his head:

"Niu Dali, this man is very powerful. The Western Sect uses him as a stepping stone to obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, but he also uses the Western Sect as a stepping stone."

After a pause, the bartender took out a box made of an unknown metal, carefully placed it on the bar counter, and then warned:

"Although you are destined to become an incredible being, the future cannot be changed, but the process in between can be altered."

"Beware of Niu Dali (Niu Dali)."

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently, took the metal box and said goodbye, then returned to his home, which he hadn't been to in a long time.

He opened the metal box, and a strange fragrance that penetrated straight to the soul instantly spread for miles!

Three pieces of Brave Lion meat, gleaming with a precious light, lay quietly inside.

"Zhong Shan, it's time for you to reappear."