Secret Buyer-Chapter 328 - 252: Yama King’s Hall, Zhang Fusheng’s Memorial

Chapter 328: Chapter 252: Yama King’s Hall, Zhang Fusheng’s Memorial

Dimming, dimming.

Then waking up.

Shen Baobao looked around in confusion. What she first saw was a solemn and majestic palace, and beside it, was a gigantic Jingpeng stretching for hundreds of miles—

Yet, the strange part was that although the palace was clearly not large, perhaps only a mile square, it could contain a hundred-mile Jingpeng within!

She instinctively raised her head and saw a blurry yet familiar figure, seated upon the dignified imperial throne.

Shen Baobao shivered and immediately prostrated herself, her voice trembling:

"The seventh seat of High Heaven, pay respects to the Central Pole Sect Leader!"

The Central Pole Sect Leader, or Zhang Fusheng, quietly watched Shen Baobao, with fine star-like lines swirling and floating in his eyes, perceiving the cause and effect wrapped around her,

perceiving her various experiences aboard the Jingpeng Ship.

For a long time.

The Central Pole Sect Leader nodded slightly, this young girl, her lips were tight, she endured many tortures, even being cut in half,

yet in the end, she remained silent, keeping her mouth sealed.

He extended his hand and gently stroked her head. Yin Qi surged like a tide, forcibly pouring into her body, ’bestowing blessings’ upon her.

Since her cultivation level was too low,

just as Emperor Tang couldn’t control the Cyan Emperor Celestial Position, Zhang Fusheng couldn’t fully master all the [authority] or [power] of the Central Pole Sect Leader’s celestial position,

but he at least confirmed the celestial human.

By appropriately mobilizing some insignificant power, he could barely manage it.

For example, bestowing blessings.

The death Qi accumulated in the Divine Realm suddenly dissipated by about one percent,

as vast death Qi and Yin Qi poured into the dying, unconscious Shen Baobao, a faint blessing from the Lord of the Nine Netherworld was molding her into a [Yin Body].

She was also becoming a Yin Envoy.

With a living body bearing an underworld form, in a certain sense, she was an underworld Yin Spirit.

"Bestow, the authority of Soul Hooking, Soul Capturing, Execution, and Judgment."

The Taoist sound of the Central Pole Sect Leader resonated in Shen Baobao’s mind as she prostrated, respectfully,

a portion of a Yin Messenger’s functions were added to her body.

When she looked up again.

Shen Baobao looked around, she had already left that magnificent imperial palace, above her were ten gigantic vortices, and in the distance, there was a small city.

It was Chongshan City.

"Chongshan Heaven and Earth..." She had no idea what was happening, looking around in bewilderment, only remembering the last sight before fainting,

seeing a Divine Arrow come from nowhere, nailing that capital’s great figure, and then, she was in the imperial palace.

"Celestial Venerate above."

"Central Pole Sect Leader above."

She knelt on the ground, murmuring devoutly.

......

After sending Shen Baobao away with the Teleportation Road Mark, Zhang Fusheng’s thought also left the Divine Realm and returned to himself.

He opened his eyes, and after the disappearance of the Yellow Springs River, only a dry riverbed was left, along with nearly a thousand human coffins.

Emperor Tang nodded:

"Taoist Brother Fusheng, you’re awake again."

Zhang Fusheng waved his hand:

"I wasn’t sleeping this time."

He raised his head, gazing at the rock strata, smiling:

"It’s time to go up..... After going up, Erfeng, don’t casually expose your true form... otherwise, for the time being, just be called Li Erfeng?"

Emperor Tang was silent for a moment:

"I really dislike this name, but fine, as it is, I shall temporarily be [Li Erfeng] from today!"

"Alright—just remember to change your catchphrase, it’s not fashionable to speak self-servingly now."

Li Erfeng nodded slightly.

Zhang Fusheng grabbed him and leaped, intending to break through the layers of rock and mud, however.

’Boom!!’

Their foreheads hit the rock strata solidly, and the rock strata stood still—even if Li Erfeng’s body material was special,

or else a big bump would have formed by now.

Three question marks popped up on Zhang Fusheng’s forehead, he extended a hand, gently pressing the rock strata, silently feeling it.

"Strange thing..."

He frowned, muttering to himself, shocked to find the rock strata unusually solid, as if suppressed by some terrifying object,

though it did not stop his dream body from shuttling through, but his real physical body wanted to force its way up?

Impossible.

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, using the Teleportation Road Mark—still failed.

He was somewhat amazed, repeatedly trying all kinds of methods, soulification, Divine Chariot, Dao of Cause and Effect...

Finally, he drew a conclusion.

Apart from the dream body of the Dream Dragon-Slaying Technique being able to ignore the rock strata and what suppressed it,

all other means were restricted.

Unable to teleport, even the cause and effect were ’hindered’, unable to use the Divine Chariot to travel away directly along cause and effect.

In other words.....

They were trapped.

"Damn it."

Zhang Fusheng mumbled, his expression slightly somber, his thought difficultly probing upward along the rock strata and finally discovering the clue.

It was that building on the surface.

In Divine Thought perception, this building in the Martial Mansion was vague and misty, utterly indistinct,

like it had been ’camouflaged’.

"Interesting....."

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat baffled, what kind of building could ’suppress’ even the links of cause and effect?

Hmm, although it was also due to his not-so-great depth in the Dao of Cause and Effect.....

After a moment of contemplation, he had an idea, closing his eyes slightly, briefly retreating into the Divine Realm, entering the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Then.

The Great Celestial Venerate lay down by the door crevice.

Within the Gate of the Past, it was dim and dark, but quickly a layer of color was rendered, reflecting Zhang Fusheng’s earlier entry into the Martial Mansion,

observing the buildings in the Martial Mansion from a high-dimensional perspective, he indeed saw their true essence.

In this unique perspective,

the building was no longer a building—it was a solemn and dark government office!

The plaque above the government office bore three vigorous and forceful characters.

[Yama Hall].

Zhang Fusheng fell silent.

No wonder.

He was stunned, but then his eyes sparkled, Yama Hall??

"Is this also a hidden hand left by the Emperor Ziwei borrowing the ’Tang Emperor’s descending body’?"

"The three surnames of Chang’an Town, the Wei surname holds the Dream Dragon-Slaying Technique, maybe there are other more mysterious methods as well;"

"The Yuan family, known for divining the heavens and earth, likely possesses some incredible item, while the Wu family... holds the Yama Hall."

Reflecting on Yin Chang’an within the thousand-mile Imperial Mausoleum, Zhang Fusheng became thoughtful, then somewhat excited.

Though he couldn’t leave at the moment, he wouldn’t be trapped for long—once the old woman summoned the little ghost again, wouldn’t he be able to leave?

When that time comes...

"This Yama Hall, is fated to be with me!"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, withdrawing his thoughts gradually from the Divine Realm, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

After obtaining the Yama Hall.

His Divine Realm would be like a true Nine Netherworld, with almost all essential elements complete.

What’s missing are things like the Eighteen Layers of Hell, Unjust Death City, and Ghost Gate...

"Speaking of which, there’s still a South Celestial Gate waiting for me. I wonder if that thing can pretend to be Ghost Gate?"

Zhang Fusheng mused to himself, remembering clearly what Miss Ming Yue had once said: once he reached the level of Celestial Human,

he could attempt to take the entire land of Exotic Treasures into his Divine Realm!

Of course.

At present, Zhang Fusheng wasn’t too daring to do this—there was, after all, a strange Peach Tree inside.

Who knew what would happen if that thing were also brought into the Divine Realm?

"Taoist Brother Fusheng?"

Beside him, Li Erfeng spoke softly:

"Can’t we get out? What should we do now?"

Zhang Fusheng snapped back to reality, waved his hand:

"It’s not a big problem, just wait quietly. We probably won’t be trapped for long... In the meantime, I’ll teach you some cultivation techniques."

Li Erfeng’s eyes brightened, and he nodded quickly.

Zhang Fusheng sat cross-legged and began to explain the Sutra of the Marvelous Technique to him, and this explanation lasted...

...for half a month.

"Isn’t it?"

On the sixteenth day, Zhang Fusheng became really anxious. What on earth was that old Wu woman doing??

He couldn’t help but worry.

Half a month had passed, and the time was already mid-October, not far from the ninth of February!

During this period, he often used his dream body to probe the outside situation, even considering using his dream body to suppress the old woman and force her to let him out.

But the problem was this.

The old woman had been hiding inside that Yama Hall transformed into a house and wouldn’t come out!!

And the dream body,

though it could leave the underground space, couldn’t enter that house—after all, it was Yama Hall.

Zhang Fusheng felt a headache.

"Stay calm, stay calm..."

He repeatedly told himself, and simply continued teaching Erfeng cultivation techniques.

Meanwhile, on the ground.

In the deep house hall.

"Master... we’ve been staying inside the house for half a month," Chen Shishan said puzzled: "Why haven’t we gone out yet?"

His gaze passed through the window, through the half-open mansion gate, noticing Chang’an Town had become much more bustling—as if there were more travelers.

Yet they had just experienced a world-shaking change, where did these travelers come from?

The old woman raised her head at this moment, her expression incomparably solemn:

"Go out? Absolutely not."

She walked to the window, gazing in the direction of the mansion gate, her expression even more serious:

"There’s a terrifying figure at the entrance..."

The old woman felt apprehensive.

Half a month ago, she returned after the chaos during Chongyang, having hunted six Innates of various sects, and at first glance, saw that seemingly young ’girl’.

Others might not see the truth, but the old woman, being of the Wu lineage, naturally possessed the divine technique "Passing Ghosts",

was keenly aware of the terrifying sense of threat emanating from that girl!

Terrified, she hid inside the hall, not daring to go out—

because that girl had been guarding outside the mansion the whole time!

For half a month!

The old woman’s eyelids twitched, murmuring to herself:

"Such a level of threat, is it a Divine Spirit, or an Extreme Celestial Being wielding a Supreme Treasure?"

She exhaled, glancing sideways:

"Staying inside this house is certainly safe, but if we go out..."

Chen Shishan nodded understandingly:

"But Master, using Brother Zhang as the Human Coffin should be fine by now, didn’t you say if we don’t enlighten the newborn Fierce Ghost within the Human Coffin in time, it might be troublesome later?"

The old woman shook her head:

"At worst, I’ll hunt another Innate... I want to see when the person outside will leave."

Time continued to pass.

The twentieth day.

Zhang Fusheng had repeated the Ten Holy Techniques seven times, also attempting to consume the giant Jingpeng corpse—losing seven teeth in the process.

The twenty-sixth day.

Zhang Fusheng recounted the Ten Holy Scriptures for the ninth time, also trying to activate the divine array inscribed in the Giant Whale Roc—also a failure.

The array seemed to require specific means to activate.

The thirty-first day.

November third.

Zhang Fusheng finally couldn’t hold it together—because his dream body discovered while wandering outside,

his parents had rented a house in Chang’an Town, and then...

arranged a mourning hall for him.

The Immortal Shadow hidden in the void looked at his black-and-white photo on the altar, and at the clothes inside the coffin, utterly speechless.

"What on earth is that old Mrs. Wu doing??"

Zhang Fusheng got thoroughly frustrated, but just for a moment.

There was no way.

The dream body couldn’t enter the hall, and he couldn’t possibly ask Wei Bushi to forcefully breach the Martial Mansion with the dream body and release him...

Many things couldn’t be explained clearly, and most importantly, could Wei Bushi truly breach the Yama Hall?

The Immortal Shadow hidden in the void felt another headache, then looked deeply, gazing at Chang’an Town.

A month had passed, and the aftermath of the earth-shattering battle had settled.

The people in Chang’an Town increased more and more.

"I can’t wait any longer!"

Gazing at the hired mourning team his parents hired in front of his mourning hall, Zhang Fusheng completely lost his composure.

The Immortal Shadow formed from his dream body broke through the void, diving into a channel.

He decided to find Su Qiansuan—

But Zhang Fusheng had no way to reach the bamboo forest.

Therefore, he had to first go to Golden City, to the Governor’s Mansion and the Inner Discussion Pavilion.