Chapter 120: Chapter 107: Ming… Mingyue Patriarch? (2)

And if one were to say, drilling through the unbreakable rock layers overhead…

Damn it, who knows what’s going on with these rock layers, covered in a layer of bloody threads that can’t be broken, absolutely can’t be broken!

Even at the peak of Eight Refinements, with twenty thousand jin of strength, using the jade-like skin and divine light in my eyes obtained after losing the Eternal Burning Heart,

it’s impossible to shake these sticky bloody threads!

“It’s over!”

“It’s over!”

Chen Nuanyu frantically scratched her head.

…

“Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, what are your plans for the future?”

In the small room, Zhang Fusheng asked softly.

Just now, he had gone to the Gate of the Past again to observe closely,

but unfortunately this time, after three to five minutes since he left, Miss Ming Yue, who appeared as thin as paper from the higher-dimensional perspective, didn’t utter a single word.

She only sighed once, and then again.

Those two sighs made Zhang Fusheng’s heart tremble with fear. He suspected that this Miss Ming Yue was truly the same Ming Yue of Qingfeng and Ming Yue…

Zhen Yuanzi’s status is indisputable. In the Five Mansions Temple, calling out Qingfeng and Ming Yue is reasonable, but beyond the temple, in the mundane world?

Perhaps it’s indeed Ancestor Qingfeng and True Monarch Ming Yue!

But all the immortals and gods are nowhere to be seen, so what would make a mere Qingfeng and Ming Yue stay in the present world?

As Zhang Fusheng pondered wildly.

Yu Chengzhong let out a bitter laugh:

“What else can we do? Just continue waiting in the Western Sect, but who knows…”

He suddenly fell silent.

Beside him, Li Qiuhua sighed softly and spoke on his behalf:

“Who knows if the Investigation Bureau still acknowledges us both.”

Her expression also turned dim, murmuring to herself:

“I don’t understand how the Investigation Bureau has become like this…”

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment,

choosing not to tell Uncle Yu and Aunt Li that they were already known as spies. Miss Ming Yue spared them, which is already quite generous.

If he were to tell them, he couldn’t guarantee the safety of the two elders.

After a moment of thought,

Zhang Fusheng said:

“Uncle Yu, what do you think the Investigation Bureau should be like?”

Yu Chengzhong glanced at his severed arm and said in a low voice:

“To track, encircle, and suppress evil cults, to protect the people, but…..”

He pointed out the window to the dim, blood-red city and suddenly became somewhat agitated, lowering his voice:

“Even the evil cult, even the evil cults are confined to the Lower Three Districts!”

“But what about them? They destroyed a city, an entire city!!”

Zhang Fusheng quietly watched the blood-red scene outside, feeling a lump in his throat.

For a long time.

He suddenly spoke:

“Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, have you ever thought about becoming high-ranking officials in the Investigation Bureau?”

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua were taken aback. The latter reached out to feel the boy’s forehead, muttering to herself:

“He’s not running a fever…”

She immediately said helplessly:

“The Investigation Bureau’s high positions, not to mention merit, just the cultivation realm… To be a Guardian Envoy in a higher city, one needs to be a Grandmaster.”

“And in the Provincial Government, in the Golden City, the four deputy directors are all in the Innate Realm, and the director is a Sixth Realm Celestial Human.”

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly:

“You eat a meal bite by bite, and walk a path step by step, right? If not today, then tomorrow? If not tomorrow, then the day after?”

He said softly:

“One has to dare to think first.”

Yu Chengzhong shook his head with a bitter smile:

“Fusheng, do you think everyone has talent like you? With your talent, your future in the Great Sect, Innate, and even the Celestial Human level might be within reach.”

He seemed lost:

“If I had known your talent before the Jiangzhou incident, I would have made sure you joined the Investigation Bureau, but now?”

Yu Chengzhong spat heavily on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, his gaze deep and contemplative.

Normally, for a Martial Arts Master, perhaps that would be Uncle Yu and Aunt Li’s limit.

But that’s just in normal circumstances.

With his intervention, all impossibilities could become possible.

He picked up the Calming Tea gifted by Miss Ming Yue, placing a tea leaf in his mouth to chew, cleansing the rising violence from his mind.

Zhang Fusheng considered himself a selfish person.

But seeing individuals blown to bloody pieces, seeing an entire city lose its light, it still deeply troubled him.

“I have the Contract, I’m never meant to fight alone.”

“The High Heaven Association is one component, but what about beyond the High Heaven Association?”

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts became clear; he must face not only the evil cults but also the Federation.

What if Aunt Li and Uncle Yu truly became high-ranking officials of the Investigation Bureau?

Indeed, even with sufficient cultivation, it’s hard to ascend overnight; it requires accumulated achievements, but…

Time, lifespan, cultivation, talent.

These can all be traded.

Power, naturally, can also be traded silently.

I need some ’subordinates’.

“I will leave Jiangzhou today.”

Zhang Fusheng said in a low voice:

“Uncle Yu, Aunt Li, remember to keep this secret from my parents; you can reveal a bit, but don’t make them worry…and don’t let them think I became a monster.”

The two elders solemnly nodded.

“Keep in touch.” Zhang Fusheng said at the end.

……

In the afternoon.

“It’s time to leave early.” Miss Ming Yue softly said: “The flesh and blood fungus is becoming increasingly active, it might not be tomorrow, but today that the divine descent completes.”

She led Zhang Fusheng through the empty, blood-colored dark alleys.

In the past, every time passing through here, there would always be flashy young ladies teasing this frail-looking young man.

Zhang Fusheng felt a bit dazed, as if back to the past, each charming woman soliciting on the street,

a ponytailed young lady would come to tease him, saying no need to pay, even giving him a small red envelope.

Continue forward.

Passing by a clinic turned into a huge blood-colored pit, then a house covered in flesh, and then through this empty city.

Once a bustling city with millions of people, now utterly silent,

High-rise buildings may still seal some survivors, but there’s no doubt, when the divine descends, they will all become nourishment for the gods.

“Let’s go, let’s go…”

Miss Ming Yue held the young man’s hand, walking towards the city’s edge.

She turned her head, instructing Zhang Fusheng:

“You go first, after the divine descent, Black Eye will head to Chongyang City.”

“I’ve read Yuan Feidao’s file, remember, you have two senior uncles, the first, Chen Qiusheng, a Grandmaster, the second, Chen Daoling, also a Grandmaster.”

“It’s fine with Chen Daoling, Chen Qiusheng’s disciples are extraordinary, the oldest being in their forties, a top Martial Arts Master.”

Zhang Fusheng silently nodded:

“Did the Western Sect infiltrate the disciples of my two senior uncles too?”

“Inevitably.”

Miss Ming Yue extended a finger, lightly sliding it.

The flesh curtain which Zhang Fusheng couldn’t break was torn apart, thin sunlight streamed in, illuminating the dark red city.

Above the celestial vault, ten aerospace ships hovered, casting shadows over part of the land, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

The aerospace ships, theoretically, could kill a Grandmaster—as long as they hit.

Zhang Fusheng only had time for a glance.

The ten massive aerospace ships, whose main cannon could obliterate a mountain peak with one shot, suddenly twisted, exploding into ten giant fireworks!

Zhang Fusheng noticed that Miss Ming Yue didn’t even move a finger.

“Let’s go.” Miss Ming Yue spoke softly.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but since this woman, as if from a painting, learned that he anchored at the Five Mansions Temple,

her attitude towards him…

seemed a bit gentler.

Ming Yue gazed at the young man, softly saying:

“How about I give you some incentive.”

“Didn’t you say, that Tao Scripture in the Five Mansions Temple, when occasionally opened, its words were completely incomprehensible to you?”

“If you can acquire the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, I will teach you to understand it.”

“By the way, that Tao Scripture should be called the [Earth Book].”

Zhang Fusheng smiled silently, thinking indeed.

He said:

“The Land Immortal’s book?”

Ming Yue’s expression froze, a trace of annoyance flashed:

“Land Immortal…heh.”

“Don’t listen to the nonsense of those pseudo-gods who know nothing.”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Countless fragments of the aerospace ships, like falling meteors, descended from the sky, Zhang Fusheng took steps out of the blood curtain,

Upon looking back, the blood curtain had already healed.

“Am I…already out?”

He was still somewhat dazed, softly sighing, then his expression turned stiff.

Problem arose.

Though not directionally challenged, he truly didn’t know the road outside of Jiangzhou.

He had no electronic devices on him.

“No, which way should I go?”

“Where is Dragon Boat City located??”

“How do I get to Chongyang City!”

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