Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Reporting You!

Old Huang was drenched in sweat, letting out a low hiss. The clouds beneath his feet churned in layers, and his own True Divine Realm trembled as he forcibly suppressed the rampaging ’Flesh Plague’ within his body.

It was difficult, but he managed it.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, clearly injured by forcibly using the True Divine Realm—Huang Qiuxian’s current body couldn’t bear such immense spiritual force,

and under the activity of the Flesh Plague, he had fallen completely from Second Refinement to a First-Refined Martial Artist.

A body of First or Second Refinement, how could it command the True Divine Realm? Each time he called upon it, his body would suffer injuries,

just like when Zhang Fusheng momentarily summoned the True Divine Realm in the hotel, where he also coughed up blood.

Huang Qiuxian lifted his head, staring intently at the mysterious elder, and struggled to speak:

“The name you just mentioned… what does it mean? Why does it cause the Flesh Plague to act up?”

He was breathless but forced himself to stand upright. The sea of clouds beneath churned, and from the mist behind him emerged thousands of armored soldiers, each holding a bow and knife.

These were all once real ’people.’

“Are you from the Western Sect?” Huang Qiuxian asked, as the thousands of soldiers uniformly reached back for their arrows, gripping them with three fingers.

Huang Qiuxian was prepared for a desperate struggle.

“My name is Zhong Mountain.” Zhang Fusheng felt panicked inside but maintained a calm demeanor as he said, “I have no ties to the Western Sect.”

Huang Qiuxian let out a sigh of relief:

“Then…”

Zhang Fusheng continued:

“You wish to know the name I mentioned earlier?”

After a pause, he lightly said:

“It is the name of the so-called God of Plague.”

Huang Qiuxian’s mind blew up, and he staggered back several steps. In his moment of shock, a hint of despair hung over his eyes:

“Have you uncovered His true name? Or is it that the Western Sect has actually uncovered it?”

Zhang Fusheng: ?

Was such a reaction truly necessary?

What’s so mysterious about this?

After pondering for a moment, he slowly began to speak:

“Uncovered? It was always known, why would it need uncovering?”

Huang Qiuxian was stunned; always known?

He couldn’t comprehend it, but he also understood that it wasn’t the Western Sect that had uncovered the true name of the God of Plague, and he relaxed slightly.

For a long while.

Huang Qiuxian cautiously asked:

“Who… are you really?”

“High Heaven Association, Zhong Mountain.”

Zhang Fusheng calmly replied:

“You may also call me True Man.”

Huang Qiuxian’s eyelids twitched; True Man was not a title to be taken lightly.

He remained silent for a long time, cautious as ever:

“You really can remove the Flesh Plague from me?”

The elder leaning on his wooden staff nodded calmly, his expression not showing the slightest ripple, as he extended his hand and lightly pointed.

Two phantom-like, red spherical objects floated between his fingers.

Flesh Plague.

Zhang Fusheng closed his five fingers, and the two materialized spheres of the Flesh Plague vanished as if they could be summoned or dismissed at will.

“Those who enter the High Heaven Association may resolve a troublesome wish; I too can cure this great ailment for you.”

“I am willing to join.” Huang Qiuxian spoke without hesitation.

But the elder shook his head:

“I need to see your sincerity. It’s still too early to discuss this matter. For now, just wait, wait…”

He turned and walked away calmly.

It wasn’t that Zhang Fusheng had changed his mind suddenly; it was because he had just discovered a very serious issue.

The Star Beast meat was running out.

He put away his True Divine Realm and, using his spirit, altered reality, bending light so that he couldn’t be seen by the naked eye, and then walked straight out of the Martial Arts Dojo.

Moving far away.

“Miscalculated!”

By the Jiangzhou River, under a bridge pier.

The air distorted, and the figure of ’Zhong Mountain’ slowly appeared again.

“Accelerated the process of the Contract twice, totaling 124 days. The first time consumed 35 grams of Star Beast meat, and the second time, which also took 62 days, consumed 39 grams of it.”

Zhang Fusheng sighed helplessly. Though the transaction with the middle-aged man allotted forty years of contemplation time, the Contract required only a month of cooldown,

Yet it seemed the Contract, or the One-Horned Giant Rhinoceros meat, was ’saturated,’ with the effect of the Star Beast meat plummeting dramatically.

Originally, 1 gram could accelerate two days’ time, but now, after consuming 26 grams of Star Beast meat, he realized the Contract still had five days of cooldown remaining.

In other words, 1 gram of meat couldn’t even speed up time by a single day!

“Letting Huang Qiuxian wait isn’t a bad thing, lest he thinks I desperately need him to join, though in truth, I indeed do.”

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself:

“The urgent matter is to find another type of Star Beast meat first, to understand what is wrong with the Contract, and also, the Western Sect…”

He stood by the riverbank, quietly reflecting on his own situation. The Contemplation Technique’s Perfection, or the state of He should see me as such,

was even stronger than he anticipated.

With mental interference in reality, even refining illusion into reality, making conceptual thoughts manifest truly.

Of course, the consumption wasn’t ordinarily terrifying, especially making the Divine Realm forcibly descend into reality, even for a brief moment; his feeble body couldn’t sustain it, leading to tears and damage, potentially even collapsing.

“If the spiritual will is ’me,’ then the body is the treasure raft. When ’I’ am too immense, and the treasure raft is weak, there is a risk of capsizing.”

“Fortunately, as long as the Divine Realm doesn’t directly descend into reality, the consumption is still within a bearable range… At least, it is more than enough to intimidate people.”

He exhaled, extending his hand, effortlessly manipulating the play of light and shadow,

then immersed his thoughts back into his body. Under the spirit’s interference, his meridians widened, forcibly clearing up all blocked nodes,

the age-old impurities hidden in the crevices of his muscles and bones, around his organs, were also quickly decomposed under the influence of his spiritual will, finally exhaling as a wisp of dark, murky gas.

Just in this short moment,

Zhang Fusheng’s ’root bone’ became comparable to, or even surpassed many traditionally considered geniuses, clean and without stain,

An immense number of mysterious factors rushed into his body, coursing through with speeds multiple times, even ten times faster than before,

In just a quarter of an hour, they completed a full circulation.

Whereas before, conducting a full circulation required Zhang Fusheng to spend seven to eight hours, the difference before and after was absurdly significant.

He recalled when he and Chen Nuanyu entered No. 19 Bar, Black Eye mentioned something.

“Whether the meridians are unobstructed affects the efficiency of absorbing mysterious factors, but, in fact, this doesn’t equate to the ’root bone.’”

True root bone is like Black Eye’s abyssal black eyes, or Chen Nuanyu’s Eternal Burning Heart,

each possessing incredible uses, and things that draw an insurmountable line between different people.

“Normal physical qualities can be improved postnatally, but those true ’root bones’ are very difficult to obtain after birth.”

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes were bright with determination, but he was different.

“The utility of spiritual will doesn’t seem limited to this, but self-discovery is ultimately too slow, even though I have explored the Divine Realm for decades, I have likely not uncovered even a tenth of its mysteries.”

“The Divine Realm, Heaven-Reaching Road…”

His appearance reverted to his true form, and he walked out from under the bridge, stopping a taxi, and openly made his way back to the Martial Arts Dojo.

As soon as he got out of the car, that strong feeling of being watched returned, and this time…

He found the source.

In the sky.

It was a low-altitude satellite over a hundred kilometers above?

Zhang Fusheng resisted the urge to smile up or gesture defiantly and leisurely walked into the Martial Arts Dojo, but he looked back, gazing at a small point several kilometers away.

The headquarters of the Public Security Bureau in Jiangzhou.

With three hundred years of accumulation, his thoughts, in a state of extremity, could extend thirty kilometers away.

His spiritual will quickly diminished, fatigue sweeping over him like a tide, heat rising to his nose, blood threatening to gush out, but Zhang Fusheng forced it back.

“How tiring…” he felt faint and sighed inwardly.

His body was still too feeble.

Otherwise, why would it be so exhausting?

At the same time, at the headquarters of the Public Security Bureau,

in the astonished, horrified gaze of the Director General,

the report he had just written began to twist, the ink flowing across the page, rearranging into a fresh line of text.

[Eighth District, Ankang Tumor Hospital, colluding with the Western Sect, breeding and spreading Flesh Plague]

Reporting comes first.

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