Chapter 237: Chapter 181: Ordinary Zhang Fusheng

On the wasteland.

Wei Qingshan’s head was drenched with sweat as he floored the accelerator. The off-road vehicle had no roof or canopy, and at the moment, the wind and sand rushed in, making it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

“What’s happening up there?!”

He shouted, his mouth full of dust and sand.

Wei Lingzhu turned around, looked up, and swallowed.

“My heavens….”

Above the celestial vault.

Eight enormous fireballs bloomed, and then they became suspended above the celestial vault. Subsequently, vague, colossal figures emerged!!

“One, two, three…”

Wei Lingzhu counted in a daze.

A full eleven colossal shadows stood in the sky, surrounded by rolling and dissipating clouds.

This scene was too surreal.

“Drive… drive faster.”

Wei Lingzhu softly spoke, her voice drowned by the wind and sand.

“What??” Wei Qingshan shouted back, still flooring the accelerator, the engine making a strange noise again,

The off-road vehicle left a long trail of smoke and dust across the vast great wilderness, with the wind suddenly rising.

Wind, a strong wind.

The flat sands turned a yellow that met the sky.

In the sandstorm.

Wei Lingzhu saw a massive palm seal falling from the sky, saw a distant gigantic mountain torn and collapsed,

Countless fragments shot out in all directions, and in the sky, the stagnant fireballs began to expand again,

Simultaneously, countless wreckages of airships plummeted from the sky!

’Boom!!’

A huge piece of wreckage crashed not far away, sending waves of sand and mud sweeping in, nearly overturning the off-road vehicle!

Then came more debris, piece after piece, like raindrops hammering down around the off-road vehicle,

Wei Qingshan let out a low growl, putting all his strength, strength, strength into his foot!

“Hurry up!!!”

’Hiss!’

The engine rumbled, black smoke puffed from under the hood, and the off-road vehicle’s speed abruptly dropped.

The next second.

A massive steel wreckage crashed down beside them.

The great tide of sand and mud surged, flipping the entire off-road vehicle over!

Then came the rolling, collisions, vibrations, a sky turned upside down.

At the last moment,

Wei Lingzhu saw the remnants resembling a fire meteor, raining down in all directions.

Everything went black.

For a long, long time.

Unsure of how much time had passed.

’Creak～’

Wei Lingzhu heard the sound of twisted metal breaking.

She groggily opened her eyes, the world was upside down—the entire off-road vehicle was overturned on the ground,

Surrounded by still-smoldering metal wreckage, through the firelight of the wreckage and the moonlight, she saw a figure outside the vehicle, struggling to pull at the twisted car door.

“Come, get out.”

It was a young man who appeared to be in his thirties.

Wei Lingzhu, her head covered in blood, reached out her hand and easily tore the iron door open, crawling out of the off-road vehicle with the young man’s help,

She couldn’t wait to express her gratitude, hurriedly checking on her brother’s condition—thankfully.

He seemed to be alright.

Wei Qingshan also groggily opened his eyes at this moment.

Wei Lingzhu exerted her strength to tear away the frame of the off-road vehicle, and Wei Qingshan crawled out as well,

The siblings collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath:

“We… we survived.”

After catching their breath for a moment, Wei Lingzhu finally looked at their rescuer.

The young man also seemed dusty and disheveled, his face beneath the dust looked honest and sincere,

He had that ’common face’ that was hard to pick out in a crowd.

“We cannot repay the debt of saving our lives… thank you.” Wei Lingzhu spoke, somewhat short of breath.

“It’s nothing.”

The young man simply sat down beside them, mimicking them, wrapping his arms around his knees.

The wilderness was silent, with only the sound of the wind and the burning metal wreckage mingling together.

“My name is Wei Lingzhu, and he is Wei Qingshan. May I ask…”

The young man remained silent for a moment:

“Zhang Boyang.”

Zhang Fusheng offhandedly made up a name; he originally thought of calling himself Li Er but felt it was awkward and didn’t want to change his surname either.

Laozi’s courtesy name was Boyang.

So he just called himself Zhang Boyang.

As for his face?

At his level, twisting bones and flesh, changing his appearance, it was easy.

“It’s fortunate we met Brother Boyang in these barren hills and wild lands,” Wei Qingshan rubbed his cheek, “Otherwise… there’s still a long way to the camp from here.”

“I just happened to pass by, originally came out for exploration.”

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:

“When I drove past that ridge, it suddenly collapsed. I was lucky to survive.”

He paused and looked sideways at the siblings, curious:

“What is this camp you’re talking about?”

Zhang Fusheng’s gaze paused on Wei Lingzhu for a moment.

The girl too was dusty and disheveled, her hair matted to her skin with blood and grime, but her eyes were lively. She wasn’t very old, clearly a stunning beauty in the making.

The key point is.

She emanated a strange ’affinity,’ making him feel at ease.

Just sitting next to her, all the shadows over Zhang Fusheng’s mind cleared up, like drinking calming tea.

That was the main reason he stayed.

Of course, he also wanted to avoid being searched by the old woman, and traveling with the locals was better than wandering around aimlessly.

“The camp… it’s the smuggling camp,” Wei Lingzhu explained, “It’s probably over 400 kilometers away… I don’t even know how to get there.”

She was a bit dejected.

Beside her, Wei Qingshan consoled:

“Don’t worry, sis, maybe a convoy will pass by?”

“At a time like this? What convoy is there?!”

That said, Wei Lingzhu rubbed her hands together, visibly freezing—in the late night on the wasteland, the autumn wind was as cold as midwinter.

“What is a smuggling camp?” Zhang Fusheng inquired humbly.

“Huh??”

The siblings were noticeably startled, the latter bewildered:

“Brother Boyang, you don’t even know what a smuggling camp is, and you’re wandering around the wasteland??”

Zhang Fusheng shrugged his shoulders:

“I’ve always had a passion for adventure.”

Wei Qingshan rubbed his nose:

“Big Brother Boyang, you’re…not a Martial Artist?”

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback and scratched his head:

“I’m really not.”

The brother and sister looked at each other in disbelief. A regular person driving wildly in the wilderness??

They didn’t know what to say.

Wei Qingshan sighed:

“Big Brother Boyang, you’re really lucky to have come this far out of the city without any mishaps. Your luck rivals my sister’s.”

He paused and simply explained:

“As for the smuggling camp, Big Brother Boyang, you should know that when we go from Twin Cities to other areas, we need to use special routes, right?”

“That I do know.”

“Yes, apart from the official routes, there are many loopholes for smuggling, especially in our Twin Cities where there are particularly many.”

Wei Qingshan clicked his tongue in wonder:

“I heard it was caused when two bubbles collided… The smuggling camps are in the camps outside some ’loopholes,’ the base for us smugglers and the like.”

Zhang Fusheng showed a look of surprise on his face:

“Two bubbles collided??”

Next to him, Wei Lingzhu chuckled lightly:

“Forgot Big Brother Boyang is a regular person.”

She also began to explain:

“Every city is like being inside a bubble, and Twin Cities are two bubbles colliding and merging together, hence the many loopholes, which is why there is South City and North City.”

Zhang Fusheng was even more surprised:

“But I’ve heard that initially, there was only one city, and the other was built later?”

The siblings exchanged a glance, and the sister shook her head:

“That’s a lie, perhaps to cover something up. In fact, I’ve heard an old senior say that many, many years ago, South City and North City were two separate cities, each in a different bubble.”

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes lit up slightly.

Two cities, two bubbles — two small worlds.

Though fused together now, have they really merged completely?

If they haven’t…

Could I ignite two furnaces at once?

So far, he’s only ignited the physical furnace fire, far from being a match for that old crone with a thousand-year position,

But what if he ignited both the vitality and spirit furnace fires too?

Then there would only be a small gap between them.

In this way, Zhang Fusheng was confident he could easily crush the old crone. In the daylight, he hadn’t even used all his means,

such as the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate Dharma Aspect, and had not employed the Bridge of Helplessness, among others.

But he was worried the opponent might also possess a Supreme Treasure, worried that the struggle might drag on too long, drawing Innate attention.

“Still need to think about how to find civilization…” Wei Qingshan said dejectedly at this moment: “If worst comes to worst, should I run to the camp first and find someone to rescue us?”

Wei Lingzhu rolled her eyes:

“At your Second Refinement, how long will it take you to run that 400 kilometers?”

Wei Qingshan counted on his fingers:

“If I burst at full speed, I can run ten kilometers a minute, it’s really just about forty minutes…”

Wei Lingzhu gave him a fierce flick on the head:

“Can you maintain that speed the whole time?”

“Uh, no, I can’t.”

“Then what are you talking about! Your sister and I will freeze to death!”

Wei Qingshan cradled his head, lowering it without a word.

Zhang Fusheng could see that Wei Lingzhu was also a Martial Artist, though only a small Martial Artist at First Refinement, her physical fitness was beyond ordinary people,

as evidenced by her tearing open the off-road vehicle with her bare hands.

But strangely, she also seemed quite ’frail.’

The autumn wind in the desert made her shiver uncontrollably.

“Let’s keep moving… Big Brother Boyang is an ordinary person, Qingshan, you carry Big Brother Boyang.”

“Oh, okay.”

Wei Qingshan stood up, ready to hoist Zhang Fusheng onto his back, but before Zhang Fusheng could refuse, a faint noise came from afar.

The three of them turned to look together.

“It’s—a convoy!”

Wei Lingzhu was startled, seeing a convoy of over a dozen off-road vehicles and pickup trucks breaking through the sandstorm!

Accompanied by the screech of brakes.

A dozen vehicles came to a halt not far from the three of them, a bright red little flag flying from the lead heavy-duty pickup truck,

The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a shaved head, covered in tattoos, and a cigar clamped in his mouth jumped down:

“Little Lingzhu, Little Qingshan?”

“Uncle Wu!”

Their faces shed the solemn, guarded look, replaced with surprise:

“What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you!” The middle-aged man approached, his jacket adorned with various clinking metal accessories.

He glanced at the surrounding metal wreckage:

“Caught up in daytime events? Who’s this brother?”

“Zhang Boyang, Big Brother Boyang.” Wei Qingshan quickly answered: “Big Brother Boyang was affected too, almost buried by a collapsing mountain in the distance… He’s the one who saved me and my sister.”

“Our savior?” The middle-aged man warmly extended his hand, gripping Zhang Fusheng’s hand firmly: “I’m Wu Shangpin.”

“Zhang Boyang.”

Zhang Fusheng curiously examined the tattoos on Wu Shangpin’s body, noticing they seemed to twist slightly.

This is… someone from the Pantheon.

“Let’s talk in the car!”

Wu Shangpin, cigar in mouth, grandly signaled for the three to get on the back of the pickup truck, jumping on himself,

He gave the car body a hearty slap, producing a howl-like roar, as the convoy revved up again, speeding through the wilderness.

In the truck bed.

Wei Lingzhu took the bread and water, devouring them ravenously.

She asked somewhat unclearly:

“Uncle Wu, you’re going back to the smuggling camp too?”

“Indeed, but we’re here to investigate someone.” Wu Shangpin replied:

“The higher-ups ordered us to check on a person, this is his photo, a good reward if found.”

He casually tossed out a photo, which Zhang Fusheng looked at to see himself.

But now that he had altered his appearance, even his mom wouldn’t recognize him.

“This guy, what’s he called… Zhang Fusheng.” Wu Shangpin stubbed out his cigar and flicked a finger:

“I heard the Pantheon’s higher-ups have opened the god altar and are performing the Curse Killing Technique. By tradition, around sunrise, this guy’s gonna take a heavy hit!”

Curse Killing Technique?

Crouched in the truck bed, the ordinary-looking ’Zhang Boyang’ lifted his eyelids slightly.

Cursing me?

He raised his head, glancing at the moonlight.

The sunrise wasn’t far off.

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