Secret Buyer

Chapter 368 - 273: Destiny, Foreknowledge, and High Heaven Reopened

"What technique is this?!" the burly man exclaimed in surprise.

Third Lian didn’t respond to him, instead turning his head and shouting:

"Retreat into the temple now!"

As he spoke, his body flickered a hundred meters away, leaving his original standing spot to be shattered by a fierce wolf formed of energy and blood!

This moment seemed to be another act of foreknowledge.

Zhang Fusheng squinted his eyes, noticing that the people watching in the market were mostly calm, as if they had expected this.

Suddenly, a white light flashed across the sky.

It was the aerospace ship, its main cannon fired!

The blazing white pillar of light arrived in an instant, the speed of light was something no Grandmaster could dodge or react to,

yet, strangely,

Third Lian, a second before the main cannon fired, had already made an evasive maneuver, dodging a kilometer away!

The hundred-meter ground was struck by the light beam and evaporated with a bang.

"Catch them!" the burly man roared at his subordinates, and figures began to surround Zhang Fusheng and others.

Third Lian panicked and wanted to assist but suddenly his face changed color, the furnace fire at the back of his head surged, his skin abruptly turned into a rich iron-black color, evidently on ’defense’.

A second passed.

At this moment, the burly man let out a strained, powerful cry:

"Dodge, dodge, dodge, how will you dodge this move of mine?"

"Chasing Stars!"

The vicious wolf tattoo of stars-chaser on him seemed to come to life,

the burly man raised his fist, brilliant light splashing out from his fist gaps, the fist print brightened and then suddenly vanished into the void, disappearing without a trace.

Standing beside Zhang Fusheng, Four Little, suddenly became frantic, seemingly seeing some brutal scene, tears overflowing:

"Dad!!"

In the market, many people sighed suddenly.

Zhang Fusheng suppressed the impulse to interfere, glancing sideways.

The fist print that disappeared in the void suddenly emerged from the back of Third Lian’s head, impossible to avoid, crashing down with a boom!

Third Lian’s body was pierced through, the furnace fire extinguished, and his entire person was almost torn into two pieces by the fist print, blood gushing wildly!

In an instant, he was on the brink of death.

Four Little was still crying loudly.

Strange.

Too strange.

Third Lian seemed to have foreknowledge.

Even the little girl beside him seemed to have foreseen her father’s tragic state in advance, the fist print hadn’t even fallen, Third Lian wasn’t even at death’s door yet,

the girl was already wailing and weeping.

Foreknowledge...

Zhang Fusheng suddenly turned around, staring at the solemn and majestic ancient temple.

At this moment, those figures hunting forward had arrived.

In the distance,

the dying Third Lian displayed a look of despair on his face, about to make a final shout, but suddenly widened his eyes as if seeing something unbelievable.

It wasn’t just him.

It was Four Little, and also everyone in the market who had a special cause and effect with the Buddha statue, they all suddenly widened their eyes.

A second later.

A veiled, graceful cowherd girl raised a hand and brushed, behind her an emerald green bamboo swayed without anyone knowing when it appeared,

she drew a wisp of clear air in her palm, the clear air surged into a river, wiping out all who came hunting forward.

Corpses fell in front of her.

All eyes focused on the girl.

The burly man unhesitatingly turned and left, and the aerospace ship in the sky also turned away.

"Foster Father, what should be done?"

Under all eyes,

the veiled girl who instantly killed two Grandmasters and about a dozen Martial Arts Masters, bowed her head to the shabby old man beside the Red Bull and asked.

Four Little again suddenly widened her eyes.

A second later, the old man’s voice sounded:

"Clean it up properly."

Saying this, Zhang Fusheng glanced at the ’prematurely astonished’ little girl beside him.

"Yes, Foster Father."

The girl responded gently, and the emerald bamboo behind her swayed, the clear air flowed into a surging long river, rolling out, and then wrapped around.

The aerospace ship was engulfed in a clear air river, without even a splash, it disintegrated into particles invisible to the naked eye,

the burly man whose soul trembled from fright, while fleeing, suddenly sensed something, looked up only to see the clear air river pouring down towards him.

He wanted to shout, but before he could make a sound, under the wash of the clear air, he disintegrated and collapsed.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

In the vast market, a deathly silence ensued, the clear air river fell back into the bamboo behind Ruan Yutu, she then casually pointed,

a wisp of clear air fell onto the distant, dying Third Lian.

The extinguished furnace fire reignited on him, and the ’Blood Rebirth’ divine technique attached to the furnace fire was also activated,

in just a moment, Third Lian recovered from major injuries, shaking off all the bloodstains on his body, aside from looking a bit pale, he seemed fine.

He approached, a trace of horror still lingering on his face, cautiously thanking the graceful girl.

"No problem," Ruan Yutu merely replied warmly.

Third Lian swallowed his saliva, realizing that he might have encountered a ’great figure’.

The girl’s methods..... were at least those of a top Great Sect!

Then this person she called Foster Father, looking extremely shabby old man?

Third Lian didn’t dare to think more about it, a phrase popped into his mind—Innate Realm?

His heart trembled.

The market was also quiet at this moment, everyone cautiously observed, remaining silent.

"Let’s go."

The old man lowered his brows and eyes, speaking gently:

"Let’s go to the ’inn’ over there, we still need to stay overnight here tonight."

He rode backward on the Red Bull, led by the veiled girl and headed towards some wooden buildings in the distance, Third Lian and Four Little followed cautiously.

Once the group’s figures completely disappeared into the wooden building, the market suddenly boiled over.

...

After checking in.

Inside the room.

Ruan Yutu brewed a cup of clear tea and handed it over.

Third Lian, trembling, accepted it, taking only a sip, his eyes suddenly widened, his pores couldn’t help but open, spraying clear air outward!

What, what kind of tea is this??

Startled, Third Lian saw the old man sipping some tea and comfortably exclaiming clear air, then spoke lightly:

"Little Lian ah..."

Third Lian’s expression changed drastically.

The old man’s words then poured out:

"This ability of yours [foreknowledge], does everyone have it? It’s related to the Buddhist temple, right?"

Third Lian fell silent, licking his dry lips, cautiously replied:

"Senior, we just practice the same scripture granted by Maitreya Buddha... and can only glimpse a second or two ahead."

The old man expressed an ’oh’:

"As expected..... What scripture?"

Third Lian hesitated for a moment, then answered:

"It’s called the Future Scripture... I can’t describe the scripture’s content, nor can I elaborate, but just offering incense and worshipping the Buddha statue, you’ll naturally know as well."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, his eyes unfathomably deep.

The ability of foreknowledge.....

This Yellow Skin, imparted scriptures to everyone who worshipped it, certainly not without a purpose.

Is it for conversion?

Or for some other reason?

Transmitting scriptures and imparting techniques...

Zhang Fusheng suddenly recalled an ancient story.

When Laozi went west out of Hangu Pass, at the repeated request of the gatekeeper Yin Xi, finally imparted a scripture.

That scripture was called the Tao Te Ching.

Thoughts collided back and forth in Zhang Fusheng’s mind,

Destiny, Hangu Pass, transmitting scriptures, Yellow Eyebrow, Maitreya, Future Scripture...

He seemed to vaguely grasp something, but it wasn’t very clear, needing ’verification’ from other aspects.

Destiny, destiny...

Third Lian suddenly glanced sideways, a second later, a cry like that of a whale or a roc came from outside the building.

"You go back to your room first."

Zhang Fusheng listened to the cry, speaking calmly, waiting for Third Lian to leave cautiously, he then sat cross-legged on the bed.

His thoughts had quietly entered the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Then, casually tapping his fingers.

Figures began to be summoned for an audience.

High Heaven opened once again.