Chapter 203: Chapter 158: Slaying the Grandmaster, Uprising Ignited

Corpse collection?

Chen Qiusheng remained calm and composed, his eyes like a deep pool.

Profound, bottomless, with no ripples in sight.

He wasn’t angered; he simply sat there leisurely, the shackles all over his body shimmering with a cold metallic sheen.

On the contrary, Steel Tiger slowly rose to his feet, his muscles bulging, exuding a primal, savage aura:

“Little thing, you…..”

Zhang Fusheng reached out his hand, pressing it down.

“Huh?” Steel Tiger grinned, he wasn’t an ordinary grandmaster. Even though he had merely ignited the first furnace fire of his flesh,

he possessed a special physique, his strength was more ferocious than grandmasters of the same realm, exceeding forty million pounds!

He extended a hand, meeting the palm of Zhang Fusheng as it pressed down steadily.

“Little weakling.” Steel Tiger smiled: “Are you competing with me in strength? If…..”

The sentence was cut short.

Zhang Fusheng’s right hand suddenly swelled, a flawless jade hue emerging, flowing with a faint golden Buddha’s Light!!

Steel Tiger’s smile vanished abruptly; his other hand reached out, overlapping both hands, strenuously resisting the young man’s hand glowing with golden light.

A flush of red appeared on the burly man’s face, his teeth clattered, his cheeks puffed, and his muscles swelled dramatically!

But he still couldn’t withstand it.

Zhang Fusheng turned his head, gazing indifferently at him, his palm pressing down little by little, and Steel Tiger’s body lowering little by little.

’Boom!’

He knelt on one knee again.

Then both knees.

In the dazed gaze of the martial arts experts, the silver-white alloy ground under Steel Tiger’s knees twisted and shattered,

he let out a low roar, which grew louder, resonating throughout the corridor!

’Puff!’

Steel Tiger coughed up hot blood, the enormous force distorting his body.

“Damn…..!”

He hissed, a phantom furnace fire rising behind his head, intense blood surging forth, Unity of Essence, Qi, and Spirit as the Dharma Aspect was about to manifest!

“Hoo.”

Zhang Fusheng gently blew a breath.

Within his chest, the Other Shore Bone that had been reattached vibrated.

The Yin Qi from the Nine Netherworld blew out, the furnace fire flickering, flickering, and then…..

extinguishing.

The flesh furnace fire was extinguished, and the supernatural power of Blood Rebirth also faded with it.

The Yin Qi from the Nine Netherworld churned,

along with the Dharma Aspect behind Steel Tiger about to burst forth,

also extinguished!

Chen Qiusheng’s expression changed, his pupils contracted sharply, murmuring:

“A Grandmaster?”

“Correct answer, no reward.” Zhang Fusheng spoke mildly, contemplating the seventy-two snowy mountains, contemplating the great avalanche!

Refining Illusion into Truth.

The giant hand pressing on Steel Tiger’s head suddenly vibrated, the arm resonating with the roar of a grand avalanche!

’Crack!’

Steel Tiger wailed, his muscles and bones shattered, his flesh cracked like fragile porcelain,

he began to panic, to fear, to dread!

He felt that what was pressing above him was not a mere giant hand.

It was seventy-two snowy mountains.

It was the avalanche crashing down from the mountains simultaneously.

“The avalanche is here…”

Steel Tiger’s mind echoed this thought, feeling himself being buried by the grand avalanche.

Darkness enveloped his vision.

Then, at that moment.

Zhang Fusheng’s enormous arm slowly returned to normal, retracting his palm.

Steel Tiger, kneeling on the ground, remained motionless, blood with icy shards flowing from his seven orifices,

his entire person compressed inward—just like an ordinary person truly experiencing an avalanche, crushed to death by endless snow.

On the silver-white floor, at some unknown time, lay a thick layer of snowflakes.

Silently converting a grandmaster’s residual soul into a grim skeleton within the Divine Realm,

Zhang Fusheng turned to Chen Qiusheng, whose expression was obscure:

“Let’s see how far you can go with your troublemaking.”

“My dear master uncle.”

He turned and left, step by step, and another step.

Each step resonated with bizarre beats, sending substantial ripples across the entire Severe Punishment Area.

One by one, the vicious and evil, the martial arts experts, suddenly bled from their seven orifices, dying limply.

By the time he walked out of the shattered explosion-proof door.

The entire Severe Punishment Area had only one living person left—Chen Qiusheng.

Another twenty martial arts experts’ residual souls had been converted into grim skeletons within the Divine Realm.

Zhang Fusheng exhaled a clear breath, glancing sideways:

“Record this.”

“A grandmaster attempted a jailbreak, but I have killed him; however, this resulted in a mass death of criminals in the Severe Punishment Area.”

Lin Changle nodded blankly:

“Yes.”

……

Listening to the footsteps of his little junior nephew, gradually departing the Public Security Headquarters.

In the Severe Punishment Area full of corpses.

“It has begun.”

Chen Qiusheng sat alone, gazing at the kneeling corpse of Steel Tiger before him, sighing softly.

Although he could easily break all the shackles on his body, he didn’t do so,

he just sat quietly, sitting there.

“First Space Fleet.”

Chen Qiusheng murmured.

Far away, the First Space Fleet ascended, thirty-six aerospace ships slowly turned, facing towards Chongyang City,

each of the thirty-six main ship cannons unlocking in unison.

Naturally, no one fired.

This was a show of force.

The cell.

Chen Qiusheng stood, covered in shackles, dancing in place:

“Second Space Fleet, Third Space Fleet.”

Between murmurs.

Seventy-two more aerospace ships took to the sky, slowly navigating, three garrison fleet surrounded Chongyang City from all directions.

“Now, it’s the Fourth.”

“And then Special Operations Troops.”

“Shall we have a bit of turmoil?”

Chen Qiusheng hummed a nameless tune, dancing gracefully within the cell, word by word, with each syllable,

the military garrison outside the city began to fall into chaos.

This chaos had nothing to do with him.

“I am in prison, not commanding anything; all of this is purely the soldiers’ spontaneous actions.”

“If in the end, it develops into a…..mutiny?”

Chen Qiusheng, performing an ancient dance with his aged body, paused suddenly.

He turned to the lifeless bodies in the Severe Punishment Area, making a graceful bow of thanks.

“If it mutinies, what does it have to do with me?”

“The soldiers’ sincere anger…”

“The root of everything, the blame for everything, lies with you.”

Chen Qiusheng slowly sat back down, murmuring lazily:

“I’m just a prisoner now.”

“That’s all.”

There was a rumbling noise overhead.

It was twelve aerospace ships passing over the celestial vault above the Public Security Headquarters.

The target is…

The Governance Building.

“Let’s take a look.”

The old man sat back down, clasping his hands together:

“How are you going to wrap this up?”

……

At this moment.

Chu Family Manor.

“Serve tea, present the greeting card!”

Along with the chant of the elder grandmaster, the sixteen-year-old boy tremblingly held up the greeting card with both hands.

He could feel that the young man sitting motionless before him did not take the card but examined him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Sweat increasingly drenched the boy’s forehead.

After a long time.

Zhang Fusheng took the card and glanced at the name on it:

“Chu Tieshan?”

“Yes, my lord… no, teacher!” The boy replied with anxiety and fear.

The second generation of the Chu Family, many men and women, originally it was supposed to be Second Brother Chu who ’apprenticed,’ but Zhang Fusheng ultimately chose the youngest, Youngest Chu.

The young one, having fewer roots in the Chu Family’s various enterprises,

also has several much older siblings eyeing him covetously,

such a person would naturally see him as a support, a backbone.

Of course, it’s not without drawbacks.

Zhang Fusheng closely observed the young man named Chu Tieshan,

youngsters like him are often not as quick to ’resign themselves to fate’ as those in their later years,

often nurturing some unrealistic ideas.

Such as lying low and biding one’s time to revive the Chu Family.

“Now that you have entered my tutelage, though only as a named disciple, I permit you to act in my name.”

His light voice echoed in the room, with other Chu Family members standing on both sides of the hall, all bowing their heads.

“Today, I will teach you a Contemplation Technique, it’s called…”

“Nine Nether Temple.”

“Now, look up.”

Chu Tieshan instinctively raised his head and saw his young teacher, who despite appearing not much older than himself,

exuded an authority surpassing even Senior Zhou, sitting there so quietly, sitting quietly,

yet radiating like a blazing fire, like a towering black iron mountain reaching the clouds!!

Even greater than Senior Zhou.

Chu Tieshan’s heart pounded, he glanced at that Senior Zhou whom many older siblings treated with caution and utmost respect,

this formerly assertive old man was now forcing a fawning smile…

Chu Tieshan was somewhat dazed.

He saw his teacher extend his two fingers, close them together, bend them, and knock.

Clearly knocking lightly in the air.

Yet it made a sound akin to the tolling of a giant bell, resounding abruptly in this hall!

’Boom!’

It even seemed like thunder.

Ripples emanated from the point of the knock, spreading in all directions, more and more ripples…

The view before his eyes suddenly blurred.

When he opened his eyes again.

“Where… is this?”

Chu Tieshan trembled, speaking to himself, seeing a great river originating from one end of the world to the other unseen end,

seeing the exotic flowers blooming along the riverbank, merely looking gave an illusion of them being a ’destination.’

And the crouching phantoms of humans in the distance, countless grim skeletons wandering in the wasteland…

Chu Tieshan raised his head.

He saw the glow flowing quietly like water across the celestial vault.

He saw the grim skeletons, one by one, approaching him, then lying on him, gnawing at his flesh, drinking his blood…

The boy let out a wail.

…

In the hall.

The fingers gently knocked, morning bells and evening drums.

Zhang Fusheng did not look at the boy kneeling on the ground, head down and motionless, he glanced around and lightly clapped his hands.

The second brother of the Chu Family stepped forward, respectfully handing over a set of documents.

“Lord Zhang.”

Zhang Fusheng received it, casually browsing through, these were the internal financial reports of the Chu Group, which spanned dozens of cities in the Golden Province,

with a wide range of operations, last year’s net profit reached over seven million life souls!

This is an excessively immense number.

Zhang Fusheng continued to flip through, noticing that Chu Family’s current liquid assets were around eight million life souls,

of course, all of them were pseudo souls.

Just…

“What is this?” He pointed at a small entry in the report, with a brief description indicating the project was being carried out in an ordinary subordinate city,

with unknown income, unknown expenditure.

Second Brother Chu’s throat moved, cautiously speaking:

“Lord Zhang, this project was personally managed by the old master before his passing, and he forbade any of us from inquiring about it.”

After a pause, he quickly added:

“However, I secretly investigated before, it is a….. a terminal for human trafficking, a slaughterhouse.”

“Every day, hundreds of people enter, none come out.”

Zhang Fusheng’s expression darkened:

“A slaughterhouse, human trafficking… was Old Chu stripping true souls there?”

Life souls often refer to ’pseudo souls’ produced by cyborgs, while true souls are residual souls extracted from true people.

On the black market, a single true soul often exchanges for more than ten pseudo souls.

This is one reason the Federation restricts population movement.

Without population flow, when a city has large-scale ’missing persons,’ an investigation can be completed in the shortest possible time.

Though the Federation is malevolent, without it, who knows what this world would become.

Second Brother Chu wiped the sweat from his forehead:

“These were all things the old master was doing.”

“Shut it down.”

Zhang Fusheng expressionlessly tossed the report aside, this world believes in the concept of [Cause and Effect].

Even without such a thing as cause and effect,

he would still not stand by and watch this kind of ’industry’ develop quietly.

He is still human.

Second Brother Chu nodded and picked up the report, then softly remarked:

“By the way, Lord Zhang, the woman you brought has already been confined in the dungeon, using the latest special alloy, even if she’s a top martial arts master, she can’t escape.”

“Hmm.”

Zhang Fusheng responded casually, glancing at the time.

Almost there.

He lowered his eyelids and waited silently.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Hurried footsteps echoed, Lin Changle ran in, panting for breath:

“Vice Director Zhang… Chief!”

She didn’t have time to wipe her sweat, breathing heavily, anxiously stating:

“Something’s happened, the garrison outside the city has gone into rebellion; hundreds of aerospace ships have taken off, hovering above the city’s four corners, demonstrating!”

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