Secret Buyer-Chapter 278 - 214: Innate Conversion, A Sigh of Withering and Flourishing from the World Venerate

Chapter 278: Chapter 214: Innate Conversion, A Sigh of Withering and Flourishing from the World Venerate

(I’m a bit busy today, there will be three more Chapters added tonight, apologies apologies)

"Having seen this Buddha, why do you not bow?"

Hong Tianbao raised his head dazedly, and the previously entranced Wei Lingzhu and Hong Xuesheng, immersed in the profound wonders of the Divine Realm, also awoke in surprise,

They turned their heads and saw the young man standing there calmly, with the Nine-Ring Scepter in his hand swaying, the rings of iron colliding,

Producing a sound like nine ancient millennium-old bells resonating in the dawn mist, echoing across the mountain fields.

Lotus flowers bloomed one by one, golden springs trickling, and with just a word, various Form manifestations appeared, like a True Buddha.

Hong Xuesheng swallowed hard.

This is my senior brother.

She couldn’t comprehend the scene before her, casting her gaze towards her long-unseen teacher, but the teacher was also dumbfounded.

Silent, deathly silent.

Only the subtle sounds of lotus blooming and spring flowing remained.

The five Innate Great Realm experts found it somewhat hard to breathe,

The one they wanted to rival was there, perhaps the secret of the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron was on that person, but...

But Zhang Fusheng didn’t seem to be someone easily trifled with.

"I’m leaving!"

A voice from the Innate Great Realm of the Western Sect roared, three Grotto Heavens burst with light, he turned and rushed out of the Martial Arts Dojo, soaring into the Celestial Vault like a blazing sun!

"This is deeply disrespectful."

The True Buddha shook his head, shaking the Nine-Ring Scepter in his hand, unleashing a continuous metallic sound.

Then.

The Divine Favor Envoy who had torn through space staggered in a daze, suddenly reappearing in the dojo, still surrounded by a brilliant radiance, as if an Immortal deity.

"You are certainly not Zhang Fusheng, who are you really!"

The Divine Favor Envoy of the Western Sect shouted in alarm, his eyes flashing with sharp light:

"This place is absolutely not reality—it is a Divine Realm! It’s your Divine Realm!"

The other Divine Favor Envoys’ pupils contracted, a Divine Realm?

But how could a Divine Realm feel so real?

But if it wasn’t a Divine Realm, how could there be such earth-shattering power?

The demolished city and the ravaged land restored to pristine condition almost instantly!

"Everyone, let’s take action together and break this Divine Realm!"

The Divine Favor Envoy of the Western Sect shouted like thunder, the three Grotto Heavens glowed brightly, attempting to pierce through and destroy this Divine Realm!

The Nine-Ring Scepter was raised, at an unknown time, it had already pressed down across their heads.

The Westerner’s complexion changed, looking up, what was coming down didn’t seem to be a Zen Staff,

But an enormously vast Buddha Country!!

He wanted to resist, roaring:

"Secret Technique, Yellow Turban Warriors!!"

The Divine Favor Envoy expanded, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters!

He transformed into a thousand-meter-tall warrior, draped in a yellow mighty robe, his feet on the earth, breaking through the Martial Arts Dojo,

But the Zen Staff, oddly, still pressed on his head, still carrying a rolling Buddha Country to crush down!

The warrior held the Buddha Country with both palms.

Couldn’t hold it.

His gigantic feet sunk into the earth, sunk further, the ground quaking and tearing, he was compressed smaller and smaller until he returned to a normal human form,

Then was again forced by that boundless Buddha Country to kneel!

"Compassion."

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, chopping his left hand vertically in front of his chest, holding the end of the Nine-Ring Scepter with his right hand, pressing the staff head onto the Divine Favor Envoy’s head,

The Divine Favor Envoy prostrated before him.

As if worshiping a True Buddha.

The sound of compassion seeped like flowing water in all directions, the collapsed Martial Arts Dojo and the torn earth reclaimed their former flawless states.

Hong Tianbao watched this scene, dumbfounded and utterly perplexed—this is my disciple?

This is my disciple!!

The immature youth from two or three months ago, the man who patted his shoulder a month ago is now towering as a venerable figure,

And now, someone who makes the Innate kneel with one strike like a Buddha.

Dazed.

Next to him, Hong Xuesheng was also astonished, only Wei Lingzhu was somewhat better off—she had seen her teacher draw a bow and shoot down a terrifying black-robed monk,

Though everything seemed strange now, it didn’t seem impossible to accept.

Zhang Fusheng slowly withdrew the Nine-Ring Scepter, also marveling at the power of Old Shi’s Buddha Country... it was extraordinarily formidable.

Holding the Nine-Ring Scepter, standing within the Buddha Country.

Seeming almost omnipotent.

It’s likely that Old Shi never imagined he could truly control the Nine-Ring Scepter, controlling the Buddha Country placed within the scepter. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

All because of Incense and Candle Power.

Holding the scepter, sighing compassionately, he asked again:

"Having seen this Buddha, why do you not bow?"

The four Innate Great Realm experts remained silent, then just like the Western Sect’s Divine Favor Envoy, they trembled as they prostrated downward.

They bowed before the young man, as the last bit of resistance in their hearts extinguished.

’Thud!’

The Nine-Ring Scepter struck the ground, spreading a faint golden ripple outward.

Within the ripple, Buddha sounds, chanting, morning bells, and evening drums intertwined, accompanied by the scriptures being recited by countless bhikkhus,

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the kneeling worshippers, and asked:

"Do you have faith in Buddha?"

There was no answer.

In that moment, Taoist Xu’s very core trembled, his mind a muddle, yet suddenly he realized with clarity.

Old Hong had never truly fallen behind.

He remained far ahead of the contemporary talents—this old man, who had taken on a disciple, a Buddha disciple!

The Buddha descended...

Taoist Xu’s heart was filled with bitterness, recalling the scenes tens or hundreds of years prior, struggling desperately to catch up with Hong Tianbao, only never to succeed,

Back then he couldn’t catch up, now, still couldn’t catch up.

The Taoist sighed.

Zhang Fusheng turned around, his back to them, the time had finally come after such a delay.

Far away, a trace of Divine Thought from Golden University slowly withdrew,

Along with the Spiritual Cultivation harvested, in collaboration with Shen Baobao, from the tens of thousands of students at Golden University.

Shen Baobao had allocated a vast amount of resources, exchanging one year’s worth of Spiritual Cultivation for resources that could last ten years—who wouldn’t want to exchange?

A total of two thousand years of Spiritual Cultivation and one thousand years of Cultivation.

He took fifty percent in the name of Zhang Fusheng, while under the witness of a True Man, promised to help Shen Baobao eliminate the consequences of misappropriating vast resources, Shen Baobao took the other fifty percent.