Chapter 296: Chapter 228: Let Deities Deal With Deities, Celestial Humans With Celestial Humans (1/3)

The enormous passenger plane traveled along its route, slicing through the sea of clouds.

Inside the cabin.

Zhang Fusheng gazed quietly at the man and woman whispering to each other.

Fate and fortuity.

A term suddenly emerged in his mind.

Ever since he came into contact with the Primordial Scripture, the Taiyi Chapter, and the Dao of Cause and Effect, Zhang Fusheng grew both more believing and skeptical of the concept of destiny.

After all, cause and effect is a kind of destiny.

Since cause and effect can be observed, manipulated, or even altered, under such premises, the frequency of ’mythical events’ he encountered seemed unusually high.

In just three short months.

Miss Mingyue, Bridge of Helplessness, Book of Life and Death, Supreme Saint Celestial Position…

Now it’s the Celestial Khan and the Ziwei Emperor’s Robe.

Zhang Fusheng always felt that one after another, matters or people or objects from the old world were swarming toward him.

There is definitely something wrong with this.

“When did it all begin?”

This thought flashed in his mind, he furrowed his brow tightly and simultaneously listened to the conversation of the two.

Luo Cheng sighed softly and said:

“Yiyi, have you noticed that things have been getting increasingly strange recently.”

He focused his voice into a line so that only they could hear each other—but it was also caught by Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Thought.

“Every time I use the Qi Observation Technique, I find that the ’qi’ of everything is growing more robust and vigorous, as if…”

Li Yiyi also focused her voice into a line:

“As if this world is growing?”

Luo Cheng nodded but then shook his head:

“More like it’s awakening, or perhaps reviving, the qi of every person, every object, every stone, all reflect this.”

Li Yiyi nodded in agreement:

“I’ve noticed too, especially in the last three months, my ancestors in dreams have become clearer, they’re even speaking to me—though it’s mostly fragmented words.”

Zhang Fusheng listened silently, his eyes deep and mysterious.

He recalled the warning given by Spiritual Bamboo, who would achieve the position of Ancient Saint ten thousand years in the future.

The era of great strife is coming.

The plane suddenly experienced severe turbulence, and a passing flight attendant screamed as they were tossed high up amidst the shaking,

Li Yiyi, quick of eye and hand, reached out and grabbed the flight attendant, then gently released them onto the ground,

But the plane shook even more violently, with screams rising and falling from the rear cabin.

Zhang Fusheng was about to stabilize the plane when he suddenly squinted his eyes.

From his perception, outside the cabin, everything was calm.

It wasn’t air turbulence.

Someone was subtly interfering with the plane using Spiritual Thoughts—but he couldn’t pinpoint any specifics.

“Someone whose spiritual accumulation surpasses mine?”

Zhang Fusheng pondered, that would suggest someone at the level of the Innate Realm. What are they planning?

Testing me?

He remained still, yet the person behind the scenes seemed unwilling to stop, and the entire plane was uncontrollably plummeting!

At this rate, it would crash into the mountains within thirty seconds.

In the rear cabin, Spiritual Thoughts surged, not particularly powerful, but they barely stabilized the plane,

Zhang Fusheng glanced back, his eyes piercing through the curtain, seeing an elderly man drenched in sweat—a Grandmaster who had ignited his Spirit Furnace Fire.

Strange indeed.

A Grandmaster-level Divine Thought could contend with that unknown person?

Why couldn’t I detect anything?

Zhang Fusheng suddenly looked out the window, where a giant stone, several meters in size, wobbled and floated off a mountain,

Then ’whoosh’—it shot toward the plane!

The Grandmaster in the rear cabin intervened again, and the Dharma Aspect manifested, shielding the plane and halting the giant stone.

Zhang Fusheng quietly recalled the moment the giant stone lifted into the air,

With his current acute awareness,

He detected that when the stone lifted,

Some of the dust on it was pressed flat, indicating an invisible force pressed upon it—overall, it looked just like a transparent hand grasping the large stone.

Most crucially.

On the giant stone, there were even fingerprints.

Massive fingerprints.

“Not Spiritual Thoughts…”

This thought crossed Zhang Fusheng’s mind, and his Divine Thought swept over the plane, revealing, indeed, giant fingerprints on it as well.

An invisible, unseen giant hand.

With the protection of the Dharma Aspect, the plane stabilized, wobbly continuing its journey toward Chongyang City, almost there.

“There’s actually a Grandmaster on the plane!”

Li Yiyi looked through the window at the faint red hue enveloping the outside; it was the Dharma Aspect of a certain Grandmaster, wrapping around the entire plane.

“What just happened?”

She turned to ask softly.

Luo Cheng shook his head:

“I don’t know, perhaps another Grandmaster attacked? I saw the giant stone roll-up…”

The two were anxious, even though they would be unharmed in a crash, they lacked the power to protect the others.

Li Yiyi took out a few copper coins from her pocket and gently cast them on the table, her expression changed.

“The hexagram of Nine Deaths, damn it…it’s aimed at us!”

The two were simultaneously startled, their hairs standing on end, while Zhang Fusheng’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly,

He was thinking, how could such a minor method effectively affect him…

However, though the means were limited, they were peculiar enough to baffle even him.

As his thoughts twisted and turned, Li Yiyi’s gaze flickered, scanning around and landing on another first-class passenger.

She approached, greeting:

“Excuse me, sir, are you a local of Chongyang?”

Li Yiyi appraised the handsome young man, appearing no older than twenty-one or twenty-two, cultured and carrying a scholarly air.

Zhang Fusheng smiled and nodded, saying:

“Something like that, I’m familiar with Chongyang…..what’s up?”

Li Yiyi asked again:

“Then do you know where the…underground market of Chongyang is?”

Seeing the young man slightly puzzled, she added:

“The black market, that is.”

Zhang Fusheng, thoughtful now, nodded:

“I do know, but that place isn’t easy to find, are you heading there?”

Li Yiyi exhaled slightly, hesitated a moment:

“Yes, we have a very urgent matter to attend to at the black market, could you describe the location specifically?”

Zhang Fusheng pondered:

“It’s hard to explain clearly right now…..how about this, I’m heading there as well, after we land, I can take you there.”

Li Yiyi was pleasantly surprised and repeatedly thanked him.

After sitting back down, she once again gathered her voice into a line:

“Once we find the black market, it will be easier to handle. We can hire a Grandmaster… I can’t figure out who attacked us and for what reason?”

Luo Cheng shook his head in confusion.

Before long.

The plane had already reached the skies over Chongyang City and slowly descended, stopping at the end of the runway.

Stepping off the plane.

“I am Li Yiyi, and he is my partner, Luo Cheng.”

The girl boldly extended her hand, and Zhang Fusheng shook it gently, saying:

“Zhang Fusheng.”

He casually introduced Chongyang City to the two as they walked out of the airport side by side, Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng both glancing around vigilantly.

“Something’s wrong.”

Li Yiyi became nervous again and gathered her voice into a line:

“I feel many eyes watching us—at least a hundred people! My spiritual sense is on high alert!”

Luo Cheng’s expression changed at once,

Zhang Fusheng caught their whispered exchanges, deep in thought.

Indeed, there were over a hundred gazes fixed on them, and the weakest among them were Grandmasters from Great Sects, including some of the Innate realm.

They were all gazing at him.

This Li Yiyi had an impressively keen spiritual sense.

The man and woman were still tense at that moment, completely clueless about whom they had offended or what had happened,

Zhang Fusheng casually flagged down a taxi, taking the two with him:

“Ninth District, Mule Street.”

He looked out of the car window, at this familiar city, expressionless.

Who were the ones gazing and spying on him?

Cui Qingyi?

Various sects?

Zhang Fusheng slightly closed his eyes, quietly sensing.

Outside the city on Kou Mountain, the villa district in the north of the city, the ordinary neighborhood in the Seventh District…

Through the connections of cause and effect and the faint incense smoke, Zhang Fusheng could sense these places as gathering spots for various sects.

Because they all had divine statues erected in those places, including the World Venerate’s statue.

The sects scattered throughout Chongyang were all known and understood by Zhang Fusheng—except for the Celestial Principle Sect.

The Celestial Principle Sect was the only one that hadn’t created a divine statue for the World Venerate.

“Mule Street is also a place where a sect resides… the Mandala Lineage.”

Zhang Fusheng chuckled inwardly to himself; Mule Street was not only home to the black market, but also to his master ancestor’s wooden hut.

The Mandala Lineage and the Ling Mountain lineage were deadly rivals.

“We’re almost there.”

He told the tense pair in the back seat.

……

“Headed straight to the Ninth District?”

Cui Qingyi listened to her subordinate’s report, her face revealing no emotion, squinting her eyes as she spoke:

“Zhang Fusheng…”

She no longer underestimated this person — to trick the control of the plague from the God of Plague, this man was no simple character.

“What a pity.”

Cui Qingyi murmured, if not for the sudden appearance of the World Venerate, why would she take the risk of seeking out the God of Plague?

That was akin to negotiating with a tiger for its skin.

“First, arrange a large-scale search.” Cui Qingyi instructed: “Bring the compass to find him.”

Beside her, the Cui Family’s First House asked solemnly:

“What is this compass?”

“Given by the God of Plague, it is meant to find a devout follower called the ’Ancestor of Land Immortals.’”

Cui Qingyi explained succinctly:

“The God of Plague said, a devout follower of this divine spirit has arrived in Chongyang, intending to enact a Divine Descent and bring down the Ancestor of Land Immortals.”

“He seems to be the God of Plague’s mortal enemy.”

The First and Second Houses of the Cui Family exchanged glances, both Innate people wearing solemn expressions,

The former asked again:

“How do we handle this Zhang Fusheng?”

“This person is absolutely not simple, I even suspect that behind him stands the World Venerate.”

Cui Qingyi said calmly:

“That day’s Merciful Divine Arrow came from the Dragon Boat, and on that day, various sects had Innate experts go to the Dragon Boat looking for Zhang Fusheng.”

“Can it really be such a coincidence?”

She breathed out:

“I plan everything under the assumption of the worst-case scenario; for now, let’s assume that the World Venerate stands behind Zhang Fusheng.”

The expressions of the First and Second Houses changed in unison, the latter said gravely:

“If indeed the World Venerate stands behind him, like Cui Wenda, are we still to act against him?”

Cui Qingyi replied calmly:

“The God of Plague.”

The First and Second Houses exchanged glances:

“What do we do now?”

“I’ve received word that the Jingpeng Ship has arrived at Golden City, perhaps it will soon appear in Chongyang.”

Cui Qingyi spoke coolly:

“Hold off for now, do not concern yourself with Zhang Fusheng, finding the devout follower of the Ancestor of Land Immortals is of utmost importance.”

The First House questioned again:

“Regarding the matter of the God of Plague, should we really offend another deity for him?”

Cui Qingyi looked at the First House curiously:

“When did I say I intended to eliminate that devout follower?”

The First and Second Houses were taken aback, hearing Cui Qingyi speak calmly:

“I aim to assist him in enacting the Divine Descent—only by the arrival of the Ancestor of Land Immortals can we restrain the God of Plague, granting me an opportunity to escape the hold of the God of Plague.”

“We are not deities, let the deities deal with deities, Celestial Humans against Celestial Humans.”

After a pause,

she stared at her phone as reports streamed in and changed her tone:

“Zhang Fusheng has reached Mule Street, where Mandala Lineage followers frequent… how convenient.”

“We won’t confront him directly for now, but we can still use others to probe him a bit.”

The First House squinted:

“Qingyi, what do you mean?”

Cui Qingyi walked to the window, observing the scenery outside:

“Zhang Fusheng has two youngsters with him… deploy the hidden lines, relay an ’absolutely reliable’ false message to the Mandala Lineage people.”

“Suggest that among those two youngsters, there’s a ’Living Buddha’ or ’Living Bodhisattva’ from the Ling Mountain lineage.”

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