The Price and the Gift, Seizing Enlightenment

Yueyao Milk Tea Shop.

It's been over a week since they opened, so naturally the two female owners no longer personally make the milk tea, and they're not even in the shop anymore.

"I do not understand."

Zhu Xiaoming took a soft breath, looked at Zhang Fusheng was both familiar and unfamiliar, and couldn't help but say:

"Old Zhang, what exactly happened?"

"Didn't I already say that?"

Zhang Fusheng took a sip of the sweet milk tea and smacked his lips:

"I had a very powerful master, so now I'm very powerful too."

He smiled, silently sensing the watchful gaze emanating from high above. "Hmm, they've locked onto me," he thought. "That's good."

Zhang Fusheng deliberately chose an open-air location so that the Sky Eye Satellite could monitor him at all times.

He opened his phone and started explaining to Zhu Xiaoming while sending messages.

"That fat old man you met before, his name is Hong Tianbao. Have you heard of the Ping'an Hotel?"

As they spoke, Zhang Fusheng sent several messages to Lu Mingzhu, informing her that Liao Xianji had left the Ping'an Hotel and that he should immediately take full control.

Zhu Xiaoming nodded, somewhat bewildered.

I've heard of it.

He spoke cautiously:

"Old Zhang, is your master from the Ping'an Hotel?"

"That's not it."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiaoming wiped his sweat, took a sip of milk tea, and then heard Old Zhang lazily say:

"The hotel is one of my master's properties, and now my Eldest Senior Brother is managing it, and yes, I'm managing it too."

'Puff!'

Zhu Xiaoming tilted his head back and choked, sending pearls from his bubble tea flying out of his nose and heading straight for Zhang Fusheng.

When the pearl was within three inches of its size, it suddenly paused and then dispersed into invisible dust particles.

"Huh???" Zhu Xiaoming's voice finally came through.

Zhang Fusheng's words were like a giant hammer, smashing his thoughts into chaos. He felt as if he were in a dream, and unconsciously reached out to pinch his arm.

I could hardly tell if it was reality or a dream.

After a while.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Old Zhang, what level of cultivation are you at now?"

"Me? I'm not tall."

Zhang Fusheng casually said:

"Let's Sixth Refinement."

'Smack!'

The milk tea cup was crushed, and Zhu Xiaoming hurriedly wiped his clothes.

A long time passed again.

He looked at his sticky hands:

"So, Lao Zhang, you said you wanted our family to go to Longzhou City to avoid the trouble?"

Zhang Fusheng's expression turned serious:

"Jiangzhou may be in big trouble. Although all the clues indicate that the trouble will only be confined to the Lower-Level District, I suggest we leave Jiangzhou first."

He paused for a moment, then said seriously:

"It's not just you; I'll arrange for other families I know to leave as well, as for the timing."

"Three days later."

Zhu Xiaoming was terrified; in his memory, his best friend had never been so serious before.

"I'll call Dad right now," he murmured.

Zhang Fusheng sipped his milk tea, leaned back in his chair, and watched the crowds coming and going on the street, but his mind was focused on his office inside Jiang University.

Liao Xianji has finally arrived.

Niu Dali should be arriving soon, right?

The area around the office was packed with people.

"Old Liao."

President Jiang University looked at the gaunt old man who had rushed over and said heavily:

"The situation is not good. Xiao Zhong's body is filled with an extremely strange True Intention energy. Once we try to save him, that True Intention energy will immediately erode his body."

Liao Xianji's face turned pale. The president of Jiang University was one of the few Martial Arts Master in Jiangzhou City.

Even he said the situation was not good.

The gaunt old man ran forward, squatted down, and looked at his pale-faced grandson. The latter tried to speak, but his throat had been crushed, and he couldn't say anything.

Liao Xianji placed his hand on the hollow pen refill, unleashing the true meanings of the Great Tide True Intent and the Mud Swamp True Intent simultaneously, which, combined with his strength, penetrated into Liao Zhong's body.

His expression changed drastically.

The grandson's body was imbued with a strange True Intention inner strength, of exceptionally high quality!

"The True Intention essence of this intensity."

Liao Xianji broke out in a sweat. Could the person who attacked him be some ancient monster who had practiced martial arts for a hundred or two hundred years?

In fact, his guess wasn't entirely wrong.

Although Huang Qiuxian is now severely crippled, he was once a Great Grandmaster, and his talent goes without saying.

Having practiced Yin Snake Fist for over a hundred years, the True Intention and power he cultivated far surpassed that of Liao Xianji!

Now,

He carefully examined Liao Zhong's internal condition, his expression growing increasingly pale.

There was nothing more that could be done.

That sinister and chilling True Intention energy, like a venomous snake, coiled and lurked, slowly eroding Liao Zhong's body.

Once you try to peel it away, this True Intention power will immediately erupt!!

"It's over!"

Liao Xianji clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood flowed down his face.

His children died young, leaving him only this grandson. He himself had no chance of becoming Martial Arts Master, and his life was not long.

It can be said that almost all their hopes were pinned on Liao Zhong.

"Old Liao." A familiar voice called out.

He suddenly turned his head, overjoyed:

"Eldest Young Master!"

Niu Dali darkened:

"As soon as Principal Zhou notified me, I came straight here."

He nodded to the president of Jiang University, squatted down to check on Liao Zhong's condition, and asked:

Who was the perpetrator?

The president of Jiang University waved his hand, and a teacher quickly brought over a mobile phone, which showed the surveillance footage from the corridor.

With just one glance, Niu Dali and Liao Xianji both changed color.

Zhang Fusheng

The latter's lips trembled slightly as he abruptly stood up:

"Eldest Young Master, I need to go find him!"

"It's too late."

Niu Dali squinted, sensing Liao Zhong's physical condition. When did his Junior Disciple Brother cultivate such a level of True Intention Intent?

He truly is a peerless prodigy destined to Becoming a God.

He sighed softly:

"In ten minutes at most, Liao Zhong's life will be completely extinguished."

"When I arrived, I received news that in Ninth District, my Junior Disciple Brother's dog was forcibly taking over the hotel."

"Junior Disciple Brother is using a diversionary tactic."

Liao Xianji collapsed to the ground, as if his spine had been ripped out.

Niu Dali said coldly:

"Junior Disciple Brother, you're so cruel! Even if you were using a diversionary tactic, you should have spared Liao Zhong's life. Now, he's completely beyond saving. Who??"

He suddenly sensed something and abruptly turned his head.

Those inside the house noticed as well, and looking up, they saw an elderly man in simple clothes standing in the corner.

Niu Dali's pupils contracted sharply, as if he recognized the person, but quickly returned to normal, his expression showing no emotion.

Who are you?

His sudden change happened in an instant, and no one else could detect it.

But several kilometers away, Zhang Fusheng, under the influence of his Mental Intent, perceived everything clearly.

As expected, the Eldest Senior Brother knew Zhong Shan.

Through Liu Zhengbang?

Standing inside the room, 'Zhong Shan' said calmly:

"Why do you pretend not to recognize me, young friend?"

Niu Dali's pupils contracted again.

Zhong Shan ignored him and walked up to the dejected Liao Xianji, looking down at him in front of everyone:

"I can grant you the favor and save his life."

Liao Xianji suddenly stood up and then suddenly knelt down, the withered old man frantically kowtowing.

He didn't know who the old man was, but at that moment he was like a drowning man, desperately trying to seize every opportunity.

Zhang Fusheng, through the mental imprint he had left behind, barely managed to manipulate the illusory Zhong Shan. If no grandmaster were to be present, it could be mistaken for the real thing.

In front of Niu Dali, Liao Xianji, the president of Jiang University, and others, Zhong Shan

Without any hesitation, he said:

"Since you have not left your name in the Above High Heaven, you cannot be said to have made a contribution; that is all."

"It is both a price and a blessing."

"But the gift is not with you, but with others; it comes at three costs and one gift."

"The price," the withered old man said urgently, his eyes bloodshot, "I'm willing to give anything, anything at all!"

"Heaven above."

Zhong Shan stretched out his hand, outlining light and shadow, which intertwined to form an illusory contract.

"I will take away your comprehension, take away the killing technique you have already Limit-Breaking, and take away the years you have spent cultivating martial arts. These are the three prices."

"I will save his life; this is a blessing."

"Are you willing to accept?"

Take away enlightenment?

There are also Cultivation Method and the "Year After Year" system. How do I retrieve these?

How could it possibly be taken away??

Everyone in the room, including Niu Dali, was bewildered and astonished.

What lies Above High Heaven?

Liao Xianji kowtowed repeatedly, his voice hoarse:

"I do, I do!"

"The contract has been established."

Zhong Shan spoke in a deep voice. The withered old man knelt before him. He reached out and placed his hand on the top of the old man's head. His palm emitted a shimmering light, accompanied by a deafening chime.

'When!!!'

This scene was both real and surreal.