Chapter 253: Chapter 192: Let Me Reintroduce Myself, I’m Zhang Fusheng (3/6)

Camp.

“The Treasure Mirror has been brought!”

The subordinate, panting heavily, like presenting a treasure, offered the mirror covered with a black cloth, which the old boatman grabbed and uncovered.

Under the black cloth was a seemingly ordinary mirror.

The subordinate licked his lips:

“When I went to request the Treasure Mirror, I heard a believer say that a large number of Treasure Mirrors are being distributed to track down a person named Zhang Fusheng.”

After taking a breath, he hurriedly added:

“I also heard news in North City, and saw with my own eyes, that the lord is patrolling the sky without a moment’s rest, and could arrive here at any time!”

The old boatman carefully caressed the Treasure Mirror. Although this was a ’replica’ of a Supreme Treasure of the Divine Sect, merely tainted with a part of its aura,

it was still an extremely valuable treasure!

He casually asked:

“Who is that lord?”

“Naturally, it’s Lord Hu.”

The old boatman’s expression turned solemn, recalling the appearance of an old woman in his mind, and asked in surprise:

“Did you just say, patrolling the sky?”

“Yes!”

The subordinate nodded emphatically, affirming:

“Seated on an ancient war chariot, patrolling the celestial vault, I saw from afar, like a grand sun, wherever it went, there was light!”

The old boatman pondered:

“It might not only be to search for Zhang Fusheng but also to reassure the hearts of the people under the black sky.”

He knew that the ancient war chariot was the old woman’s cherished possession, rumored not to be a Supreme Treasure from a Different Dimension, but still extraordinary, a Great Dharma Artifact!

A Great Dharma Artifact, which could only be possessed and handled by those at the Innate Realm.

“Sir,” the subordinate whispered, “Should we immediately take action against the fishermen?”

The old boatman caressed the Treasure Mirror, shaking his head:

“No rush, let’s wait for the Seventh and the others to return first. If we act, we must completely finish the job. If not capturing the old fisherman, we must at least eliminate all his people.”

The subordinate nodded emphatically:

“Yes, sir!”

……

Above the endless mountains,

The sea of thunder roiled relentlessly,

Illuminating the sky brightly, the blazing white light spreading into the distance.

Accompanied by a bolt of lightning striking down.

Thunder reverberated among the mountains and forests, echoed in everyone’s minds.

What… just happened?

Puzzled gazes fell on the honest young man.

Then bolt after bolt of lightning fell, and handfuls of charred particles scattered in the wind, sprinkling over the entire forest.

The honest young man’s face appeared incomparably serene in the light of the thunder.

As the thunder in the forest gradually subsided,

Only that trusted aide holding a wooden box stood alone in bewilderment, looking around blankly.

The sea of thunder in the sky remained, pressing heavily at high altitude.

Wei Lingzhu, Wei Qingshan, and Wu Shangpin all stared blankly as the honest young man they had spent several days with stepped forward,

Took the wooden box from the old boatman’s trusted aide, and opened it.

“Is this exotic soil?”

Zhang Fusheng asked curiously, seeing the middle-aged man in front of him weaken at the knees and collapse to the ground:

“You, you, who exactly are you…”

Another bolt of lightning descended from the celestial vault.

This time, Wei Lingzhu and the others saw clearly, the old boatman’s aide was frozen in the lightning and instantly disintegrated, incinerated into powder by the terrifying heat!

Scattering, scattering.

Zhang Fusheng reached out to touch the exotic soil in the wooden box, clicking his tongue in wonder, feeling the vast life energy contained within!

Previously guessed to be formed by celestial human blood, but now seeing it again, it was not the case at all!

The life energy in this soil was astonishingly dense!

Pinching a small amount, he swallowed it.

The Other Shore Bone leaped with joy, madly absorbing life force, the power of devouring and transforming all things also silently activated, competing with the Other Shore Bone!

Only about half of the life force was snatched from the grasp of the Other Shore Bone, merging with Zhang Fusheng—one thousand pounds of strength.

A small pinch of soil added a thousand pounds of strength to him.

Zhang Fusheng was amazed, a thousand pounds was insignificant to him now, even multiplied by a hundred or a thousand times, it still wouldn’t matter,

But this was just a small pinch!

The pure vitality within it was overwhelmingly immense!

He marveled, placing the small wooden box into his pocket, turning to face the three people in a daze.

“Have you made your decision?”

Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:

“About the apprenticeship…”

Before he could finish speaking.

Suddenly awakened, Wei Lingzhu hurriedly kneeled in the forest without considering anything else, all this happened too unexpectedly, an unreal illusion,

But she still made a decision in the shortest time.

“Disciple Wei Lingzhu, pays respect to Master!”

A crisp voice rang out.

Wei Qingshan swallowed, still in immense shock, looking at Brother Boyang before him,

He still couldn’t connect the young man who summoned a sea of thunder with a word, with the honest Brother Boyang,

In his daze, Wei Qingshan saw Brother Boyang step forward, lower his head, and gaze at his sister, with furrowed brows.

Strange, too strange.

Zhang Fusheng was puzzled, he felt a strong impulse to accept Wei Lingzhu.

To take her as a disciple.

To take her as a disciple.

The vague but real, inexplicable impulse became increasingly intense.

Pondering for a moment,

Zhang Fusheng bent down, helping the slightly trembling Wei Lingzhu up:

“From now on, you will be my first disciple.”

Wei Lingzhu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before her, nodded timidly, and whispered:

“Master…”

Just one word.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly closed his eyes, his spiritual thoughts churned, perceiving a sense of ’Perfection,’ a feeling of ’as it should be,’

Unreal, yet very real.

It seemed that taking Wei Lingzhu as a disciple made some indescribable things ’terminate’.

The stranger it was, the more curious he became.

“Wei Lingzhu…”

Zhang Fusheng savored the name, casually saying:

“Let’s reacquaint ourselves.”

Wei Qingshan and Wu Shangpin both stared blankly, hearing the young man gently speak:

“I am not called Zhang Boyang.”

“My true name is Zhang Fusheng.”

These two light words seemed to transform into two massive iron hammers, violently striking the thoughts of the three!!

Zhang… Fusheng?

The very Zhang Fusheng who is being fervently pursued by the Pantheon?

The significant figure from Chongyang City, once seated in the Aerospace Ship??

The Wei siblings were dazed and disoriented, feeling as if the past few days had turned unreal, Zhang Boyang, Zhang Fusheng…

Silence, silence…

“…Yes, Master.” Wei Lingzhu spoke with a trembling voice, slightly bowing her head.

Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly:

“Let’s first talk about your talent, will it truly not regress at the spiritual level?”

Wei Lingzhu jolted awake, nodding timidly:

“No, it will not.”

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, not rushing into the Eight Sceneries Palace to investigate his own peculiarities, instead simply stating:

“Let’s do this.”

His voice suddenly became solemn and dignified, his tongue blossoming with lotus:

“Now, listen to my Dharma.”

As his words fell, under the confused gazes of the three, the young man extended his hand and lightly tapped the void.

Ripples appeared in the air.

He was expounding the scriptures and Dharma.

Illusory lotus blossoms bloomed, phantom Immortal Flowers drifted in the air, and a profound Contemplation Marvelous Technique unfolded, a faint light enveloping this mountain forest.

Wei Lingzhu’s spirit instantly became active, rising briefly, and then rising higher!

But after rising, it surprisingly did not regress.

……

“At least twenty to thirty Thunderbolts have struck…”

On the other side of the mountain.

The Western Believers glanced at each other, carefully descending the mountain, skirting the foot, and glanced at the still-rolling sea of thunder in the sky,

then cast their eyes towards the area where the thunder had struck.

“What is that?” A steward asked in shock.

From this perspective.

At mid-mountain, intertwined brilliant lights, very vague, not clear, the inner scene invisible,

but with a distant gaze, as if one could glimpse lotus, Immortal Flowers, and phantoms of golden spring water flowing!

The spring water was clearly illusory, not real, yet as it flowed through the forest,

the autumn plants and trees seemed like they encountered spring, blooming with vitality, even accompanied by the phantom golden spring covering a large area of the mountains, spreading a wide expanse of lush flowers!

“Is there an Exotic Treasure emerging??” Someone exclaimed, fists eager, only to be slapped to the ground by a steward beside him.

“Exotic Treasure, my foot!”

The steward said in shock:

“I clearly heard the faint sound of preaching… A remarkable being is expounding the Dharma in that forest!”

Many Western Believers glanced at each other, their backs chilling.

Just now, they were surprisingly so close to an unknown level of terrifying existence??

Yu Chengzhong’s eyes twinkled, equally startled, yet carrying some dreadful speculation.

Is it… Fusheng?

He immediately dismissed this speculation.

Just before the dispute involving Divine Descent, Fusheng’s voice suddenly appeared in his ear, telling him not to contend anymore,

just change the object of sacrifice and communication at the critical moment…

Mystically becoming a small figure as the Director of Chongyang Bureau, right nearby.

Yet…

Gazing towards the mysterious place of expounding the Dharma, Yu Chengzhong swallowed, deducing that small Fusheng might be there listening to the Dharma!

As for whether he could be the one expounding the Dharma?

He directly dismissed it.

This kind of unusual scene likely involves the Innate Level!

Though being appointed as an upper city’s Public Security Bureau Director is somewhat incredible, it’s barely acceptable,

after all, he had witnessed Zhang Fusheng’s terrifying talent before, and with ample resources supplied, becoming a Grandmaster seemed not impossible…

But Innate?

He never even entertained that thought.

“Let’s go first.” Yu Chengzhong said softly: “An unknown great person is preaching here, not something we can spy on, if we provoke the other side…”

The other believers shivered, and all reacted, over thirty people hurriedly leaving, distancing from the glowing forest area.

Meanwhile.

In the glowing forest.

Zhang Fusheng, relying on his position of Thousand-Year Refining Spirit, with his Innate Vajra body, each word resonated with Brahma Sound,

even summoning some illusory visions, causing the place to shine, golden springs to flow, lotus flowers and Immortal Flowers to fall!

Wei Lingzhu and the other two were immersed in the Music and Marvelous Technique, unable to extricate themselves.

For a long time.

A Great Sun Contemplation Technique, created by Zhang Fusheng, had been expounded — adapted and created from the Great Sun Illuminates the 72 Snow Mountains.

The preaching stopped, yet the visions didn’t immediately disperse, golden springs still flowing slowly, where they passed, fallen leaves met spring.

The three kept their eyes closed, still lost in the illusionary Divine Realm conjured by Zhang Fusheng — the Great Sun illuminating the 72 majestic snow mountains.

He waited quietly for a moment, knocking on the void with a sound of ’dap’, then softly exhaled:

“Not awake yet?”

The voice sounded like a morning bell, the three as if struck on the head, first jolted, then gradually opened their eyes and awoke.

“Thank you, Master, for expounding the Dharma!”

“Thank you, Elder, for expounding the Dharma!”

The three bowed solemnly, genuinely, after a spiritual baptism, Wu Shangpin and Wei Qingshan also gained great benefits,

as for Wei Lingzhu?

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the girl, gently speaking:

“How is your progress?”

Wei Lingzhu spoke with excitement, in an incredulous tone:

“Master guided me to comprehend the marvels of the Divine Realm, allowing my Spiritual Strength to briefly rise to the Minor Perfection level….”

“And I, am now Minor Perfection.”

She closed her eyes, then reopened them.

Zhang Fusheng saw the surrounding scenery change.

It was the 72 snow mountains, a grand Great Sun hanging high above.

Illusory Divine Realm.

Contemplation Technique Minor Perfection.

He suddenly fell silent, a complex mix of emotions swelling in his heart — just like when Hong Tianbao initially saw him.

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