Secret Buyer-Chapter 247 - 187: The Noble’s Arrival and Innate Talent That Never Regresses_2

Chapter 247: Chapter 187: The Noble’s Arrival and Innate Talent That Never Regresses_2

The thought passed by, returning to calm, as the ground beneath lifted. Zhang Fusheng’s gaze focused on that Great Sect.

What’s special about this guy?

Let’s see if I can figure it out in the next couple of days.

As his mind wandered, dozens of meters of rock layer had already been placed ten miles away by a giant hand. The ground shook, and some tents collapsed,

huge clouds of dust spread in all directions, rising hundreds of meters into the air, forming a temporary sea of dust.

Everyone staggered.

When the dust finally dissipated.

The crowd turned their gaze to where the campsite used to be, now a massive crater.

They could see the noble from the Cui Family had already erected a stone tablet on the ground, with just one powerful word inscribed on it.

’Cui.’

It seemed to be a declaration of sovereignty. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The next moment, that terrifying Great Sect moved again, the Spirit Furnace Fire appeared, burning behind his head,

and with his thoughts, stones and ancient trees tore out, and within a few breaths, they had been piled into...

a manor!!

This scene startled many onlookers, but Zhang Fusheng remained calm—he could also do this.

Once the Spirit Furnace Fire ignites, one’s control over Spiritual Thoughts increases a hundred or a thousand-fold,

lifting stones or wood and constructing a building or a manor in the blink of an eye is no difficult feat.

The noble from the Cui Family moved into the manor.

In the camp, everyone quietly tidied up the aftermath, nobody complaining out loud.

Even those who previously dared confront and question the Pantheon’s Grandmasters face-to-face were silent now.

For a long time.

Sitting in front of a newly erected tent, Wei Qingshan gazed enviously at the manor built in an instant.

"This is truly a towering figure of great importance..."

He murmured softly:

"The person standing beside him must be a Great Sect of the Divine Sect, right? I once saw him at a banquet from afar, surrounded by stars, even the old fisherman was cautious, but now..."

Wei Lingzhu pinched him, glaring:

"Watch your words! Don’t say things that shouldn’t be said!"

Wei Qingshan quickly shrank his neck, then moved to sit beside Zhang Fusheng, whispering:

"Brother Bo Yang, why don’t you practice cultivation? Is it because... of your talent?"

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"When I first encountered cultivation, my talent was indeed poor, it was probably in my first year of high school."

He reminisced:

"I practiced diligently for three years, nearing college entrance exams, but couldn’t even reach the entry level of the Breathing Technique, my physical condition was really bad."

"At that time, the Sunrise Contemplation Technique I practiced only barely reached the entry level."

Zhang Fusheng spoke the truth. Before completing his first transaction with Uncle Wang, he was a completely ordinary person.

Not exactly a failure.

Just an ordinary person.

Wei Qingshan comforted softly:

"Don’t worry Brother Bo Yang, if the Exotic Treasure grounds open again, you just come with us to dig up some of that Exotic soil."

"Say no more, gobble down a couple of bites, and you’ll be able to immediately become a Martial Artist."

Zhang Fusheng shrugged, without answering, the Exotic Treasure grounds—Mangtou Mountain.

To be honest, even if invited, he wouldn’t want to go.

A Celestial Human beaten by Miss Mingyue was hiding there, though he had long prepared to explore, needing to get the scroll carrying Miss Mingyue,

but he didn’t plan on going himself, rather using the Plague Ghost and Grim Skeleton.

"Just say less." Wei Lingzhu sighed at this moment: "Even if the Exotic Treasure grounds open again, can we really go in and dig the soil?"

Wei Qingshan opened his mouth, then fell silent.

The big monument standing in front of the crater had the word ’Cui’ written on it, making its meaning all too clear.

The Exotic Treasure grounds now had an owner.

Speechless for a moment.

The sky was pitch black, only discernible with a clock, it was already night,

the planned bonfire gathering naturally canceled.

Near midnight, the camp gradually quieted down, Zhang Fusheng and the Wei siblings huddled in the tent, none of them sleeping,

Wei Qingshan even pulled out a deck of cards from somewhere, pulling Zhang Fusheng to play cards with the three of them.

"I wonder what’s going on with this dark sky, could there be a greater disaster coming?"

Playing cards, Wei Qingshan sighed:

"Oh well, if the sky falls, let the tall ones hold it up... Brother Bo Yang, if anything happens, stick with us and run for your life!"

Zhang Fusheng nodded with a smile.

As they played cards, chatting about all sorts of things, it soon reached midnight.

"Brother Bo Yang." Wei Qingshan licked his lips, a look of longing on his face: "The old fisherman mentioned."

"Next time we go dig Exotic Treasures, he’s planning to return to Chongyang City, then take us to meet his master—who’s a major figure in Chongyang!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Fusheng asked curiously:

"Wasn’t it said that the old fisherman’s sect had severe internal strife, that’s why he left?"

Wei Lingzhu laughed:

"Recently, the old fisherman said the situation has changed, there’s a very powerful sect member who cleared everything, now holding a high position."

Wei Qingshan nodded vigorously:

"The old fisherman also said my sister has extraordinary talent, maybe she could be introduced to a great master!"

"Talent?"

Zhang Fusheng was curious:

"Is Lingzhu perhaps one of those rumored special constitutions?"

The siblings exchanged a glance, hesitated for a moment, then the former nodded lightly and said:

"It’s not really a secret, I only discovered it in recent years, it’s just that..."

"The things I learn, the Dharma Gates I practice, won’t regress."

Zhang Fusheng first responded with an ’oh,’ then his eyes widened.

What?

Won’t regress?

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, either advancing or retreating.

If it truly means no regression—that would be an eternal proof!!

This talent doesn’t mean much to him.

But for anyone else, it’s remarkable.

Assuming it’s truly ’won’t regress.’

While astonished.

The tent was pulled open, that middle-aged man named Wu Shangpin poked his head inside:

"Lingzhu, come over to the small building, the old fisherman has something to ask... were you two present when the Aerospace Ship exploded?"

He then looked at Wei Qingshan and the young man who appeared honest and simple.

"We were on site." Zhang Fusheng confirmed with a nod.

"Then little brother, you come over as well." Wu Shangpin didn’t explain further, taking the three of them under the scrutiny of many eyes, into the small building.

The small building, albeit simple, was made of substantial materials. The walls were clearly filled with special materials, isolating the probing of Divine Thought.

Following the Wei siblings, they ascended to the top floor.

Entering the room.

The small room was lit by an oil lamp—on the desert’s edge, electricity was naturally unavailable.

Scanning the room, Zhang Fusheng saw the old fisherman leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, frowning as if worried.

The room held only the old fisherman.

Hearing movement, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, gesturing for Wu Shangpin to close the door before he spoke:

"Something’s happened, you three will stay in the building for the night, no staying in tents tonight."