Secret Buyer

Chapter 576 - 351: Reunion of Old Friends, Erlang Pays a Visit (1/2)

(The next Chapter will still be late by a bit)

The Daoist Venerable leading the Cui family to take over the Kong family mansion was something that had quietly spread throughout the entire Floating Imperial City.

"Where are you going there for?"

A cold voice echoed from her heart, and Chen Nuanyu clutched her chest, murmuring deeply:

"Just to take a look."

At this moment, her heart was inhabited by many Divine Spirits from the Western Sect, ranging from Venerates to Great Powers.

A Venerate seemed to frown, wanting to speak out and stop her, but was held back by another Great Power who was also hiding there:

"It’s good to take a look, to walk around more; perhaps you might discover the trace of that special Supreme Treasure..."

After a pause, the Great Power continued:

"Yesterday, a shocking event occurred in the Celestial Capital; it’s thought all families and sects are keeping quiet now, so there shouldn’t be any unexpected events."

Seeing the Grand Elder say this, the other Divine Spirits hidden in Chen Nuanyu’s heart fell silent as well.

Chen Nuanyu silently walked along the long street, and not far away, her destination—the Kong family mansion was already in sight.

Unexpectedly, the mansion was crowded with people at its entrance, seemingly... all there to pay a visit?

Chen Nuanyu frowned:

"Why are there so many people....?"

She was a bit worried, according to what the Great Celestial Venerate on the High Heaven said last night, everyone possible from the High Heaven seats should go to the Kong family mansion,

though the reason was unknown, it was certainly right to follow the directive.

But there were too many people—naturally, they couldn’t all be members of the High Heaven seats.

Chen Nuanyu instinctively touched her heart again, sensing the terrifying auras lurking there, a bitter smile emerging on her face.

She recalled the sudden gathering in the High Heaven last night and the Great Celestial Venerate, feeling that the Venerate seemed somewhat different from before,

but she could not pinpoint the changes exactly.

She shook her head,

stood at the end of the crowd invisibly, listening to the discussions around her.

"This Daoist Venerable is now the top figure in the Celestial Capital, coming early to visit, making connections early, perhaps could be greatly beneficial!"

"Who’s not saying so? Even the High Commissioner calls him a friend... In this way, at least in Celestial Capital, besides the Speaker and the High Commissioner, he stands at the forefront..."

The similar discussions were ongoing,

Chen Nuanyu absorbed them, listening silently, trying to capture useful information.

"Third younger sister, what are we doing here? We still have to complete four hours of Celestial Secret Stake this afternoon, or we’ll get whipped again..."

"Ah, second older sister, practicing every day is making me moldy, just joining the fun, to see what style this Daoist Venerable has!"

The conversation fell into Chen Nuanyu’s ears, and her heart suddenly tightened.

One of the voices...

Why does it sound a bit familiar?

She instinctively turned to look, coincidentally, Chen Yuque felt something and looked back, their eyes met, both frozen in place.

Is it..... her?

Why is she here?

How could she possibly be here??

The same thought emerged in both women’s minds, Chen Nuanyu tensed like a poised tiger ready to pounce,

while Chen Yuque remained inconspicuous, forming a technique seal learned from Tianlao,

The two silently confronted each other across the crowd.

"Second older sister?"

Little Child raised an eyebrow, sensing something amiss:

"What’s happening?"

"It’s nothing, just saw an old acquaintance." Chen Yuque spoke with a blank expression, alarmed inside, alert,

while distant Chen Nuanyu felt similarly.

Their auras quietly clashing, one already at Innate Realm, the other inheriting from Tianlao of the Interception Sect,

The clash of auras was evenly matched.

Little Child looked over, also saw Chen Nuanyu, frowned slightly and used a Celestial Secret method transmitted by Tianlao to secretly deduce.

She spoke in astonishment:

"Is this... your younger sister?"

"Cousin." Chen Yuque replied coldly, slightly narrowing her eyes: "I don’t understand why she’s in the Celestial Capital."

Their enmity had long been set, Chen Nuanyu’s father killed Chen Yuque’s father in the past,

while Chen Yuque’s mother killed Chen Nuanyu’s father.

Even back in Jiangzhou City,

Chen Yuque once controlled Chen Nuanyu through ’loans’.

The clashing aura between the two became more intense, the void rippled, the crowd sensed it, and many eyes were drawn to the two women.

A fight seemed imminent.

"Damn! Chen Nuanyu!!"

An exclamation erupted in the crowd.

Chen Nuanyu was taken aback, her surging killing intent paused, instinctively following the sound,

only to see that conspicuous large bald head among the crowd.

That was...

Zhu Xiaoming?

Three question marks appeared on Chen Nuanyu’s forehead, accompanied by a sense of absurdity.

It’s one thing for that bastard Chen Yuque to be here,

but how did Zhu Xiaoming end up here too??

Distantly, Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi also saw that large bald head, and after a brief moment of confusion, suddenly remembered who this bald young man was.

"That guy... seems to be little junior brother’s friend?"

Chen Yuque blinked bewilderedly:

"I saw this person in little junior brother’s files back in Jiangzhou City."

Lin Dongxi also looked confused:

"What is this? Encounter of fellow townsmen?"

They all faced each other, the once imminent deadly tension melted like snow under the sun.

First one is nothing,

but several former Jiangzhou people gathering in the Celestial Capital and the Floating Imperial City, no matter how big the grudge, it has to be set aside for now.

They squeezed through the crowd, gathered together, then stared at each other.

"I recognize you."

The silence was first broken by the handsome Buddha Son, standing beside Zhu Xiaoming, looking Chen Nuanyu up and down:

"Back in Jiangzhou City, before the Divine Descent, I saw you in the underground waterway."

Chen Nuanyu narrowed her eyes:

"Underground waterway... I don’t remember seeing you."

Recalling that day, though it was just half a year ago, it felt as distant as decades,

On that day, Zhang Fusheng and his senior martial brother were fiercely fighting in the underground waterway, fighting to the death, she was eventually swept away by the underground river.

Buddha Son chuckled:

"At that time, two little fellows were fighting violently, I watched the whole process from the shadows, and naturally saw you as well.... "

Beside them, Chen Yuque and Little Child exchanged a glance, recognizing these two from their earlier visit to their master’s abode,

But they didn’t expect at all that these two guys actually knew the little junior!

Chen Yuque said in a somber voice:

"Who exactly are you?"

The Withered Woman lying behind the Buddha Son blinked, while the Buddha Son smiled and shook his head without giving a direct answer, clearly recognizing the two women from the Tianlao sect.

Silence stretched again.

Chen Nuanyu broke the silence:

"Zhu Xiaoming... why are you here? Where’s Zhang Fusheng?"

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi exchanged a glance.

Zhu Xiaoming shrank his neck, though quite different from the past, his mindset still remained unchanged, unconsciously being overshadowed by this once goddess-like figure.

He chuckled:

"Back during the Jiangzhou incident, Old Zhang asked my big brother and me to leave Jiangzhou."

Zhu Xiaoming pointed at the Buddha Son, continuing:

"After many twists and turns, I ended up in the capital, and as for Old Zhang? The latest news I got was that he’s become the director of the Public Security Bureau in a top-tier city in Golden Province!"

Chen Yuque’s mouth twitched:

"Are you talking about Chongyang City?"

"Yes, that’s the name!" Zhu Xiaoming nodded, expressing admiration, "Old Zhang is the real unsung hero, silently creating a huge name for himself."

"I even planned to visit him in the Golden Province after finishing my journey in the capital."

Chen Yuque paused for a moment, sighed:

"Do you not know that the Other Shore World in today’s World Plateau is formed by Chongyang City’s fall?"

"What??"

Zhu Xiaoming’s eyes widened, and the Buddha Son was also astounded.

The former quickly asked:

"Then what about Old Zhang??"

Chen Yuque shook his head, and Lin Dongxi remained silent.

Neither of them knew that Blessed Life Buddha was Zhang Fusheng, and in the former’s impression, the little junior was still supposed to be the embodiment of the Central Pole Sect Leader,

certainly not linked to the World-Honored One Buddha.

Beside them, Chen Nuanyu also looked slightly lost in thought, Zhang Fusheng.....

That name hadn’t been heard for a long time.

"No way!"

Suddenly Zhu Xiaoming jumped up:

"I must go to the Other Shore World, I must find Old Zhang!"

The Buddha Son firmly pressed his shoulder, softly saying:

"Calm down."

"After we finish the journey to the Celestial Capital, it won’t be too late to seek out your friend. At that time, I will ask friends in the sect to help find your old friend’s whereabouts."

Zhu Xiaoming opened his mouth, looking defeated.

They exchanged looks, although not familiar with one another, having a common old friend—Zhang Fusheng.

However, the person was not here.

Of course, ’Zhang Fusheng’ now echoed throughout the Federation—yet, this Zhang Fusheng wasn’t that Zhang Fusheng.

After all, merely sharing the same name.

The people present had their suspicions about whether it was a coincidence—but that speculation was too bizarre, so naturally didn’t take it seriously.

After all, how could an eighteen-year-old boy, not even nineteen yet,

suddenly become the human race’s revered ancestor, the World-Honored One Buddha?

It was simply impossible!

Just as they were unsure what to say, the bustling crowd nearby suddenly fell silent.

They instinctively turned their heads to look, and the originally tightly closed gates of the Kong Mansion were, unknowingly, wide open.

Ruan Yutu stood at the door, calmly surveying the scene, speaking peacefully:

"My big brother is currently in seclusion and not available to see guests, but since you all have come, why not come inside and wait?"

She naturally wouldn’t turn away these visitors—though not the Ten Hopes, the identities of these visitors were probably extraordinary,

perhaps a descendant of some Great Power or even a Great Divine Power User,

coming with goodwill, it was not reasonable to close the door.

After all, perhaps ’Father’ might have use for them.

As thoughts ran through her mind, Ruan Yutu stepped aside, gestured invitingly:

"Please follow me into the mansion."

The crowd immediately lined up neatly, one after another entering the Kong Mansion—which fortunately was big enough and spacious,

more than enough to accommodate the crowd.

Chen Nuanyu, Buddha Son, Lin Dongxi and the other five walked side by side, squeezed among the crowd into the mansion,

as soon as they entered the Kong Mansion, free from the suppression of the array outside, everyone immediately saw the splendid scene not far away—

an artificial lake, but the lake water surged up, forming an inscrutable half-spherical water curtain, hanging upside down over the artificial lake!

"My big brother is in seclusion within that."

Ruan Yutu glanced at the crowd, speaking quietly:

"When he’ll emerge, it’s hard to say, maybe today, maybe in half a month—as for whether you’ll wait or not, it’s totally up to you."

Someone in the crowd spoke loudly:

"Ten days or half a month, to us that’s just a blink of an eye, just meditation and breathing, as long as we can see Daoist Venerable Sir, even a hundred days, a thousand days, we’ll definitely wait!"

Ruan Yutu raised her eyebrows, looking at the young man who spoke, nodding:

"Sir, which sect or family do you belong to?"

The young man seemed a bit embarrassed as he scratched his head, wearing a guileless smile:

"I’m not from any renowned family or aristocracy, just alone..."

He paused, cupped his hands with a smile:

"I’m sorry, surname Yang, name Jian."

Yang Jian?

A rather plain name.

Ruan Yutu had just had this thought flash through her mind when she heard the crowd exclaim, instinctively turning back.

That grand half-spherical water curtain at that precise moment crashed down.

Water splashed, sunlight scattered, a young man in hemp garments sat in the pavilion, with an unparalleled beauty snuggled beside him, quietly serene.

The young man seemed to be holding a small bowl, with water in it, within which indistinctly swam thousands of unknown things.

Following a brief silence.

The dozens of visitors, be they direct descendants of Great Powers or offspring of Great Divine Power Users, or spokespeople of a prominent faction in the Celestial Capital,

all unanimously showed respect towards the young man with a bow.

"We greet Daoist Venerable Sir!"

The voices surged like tide.

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, his gaze swept over Zhu Xiaoming, Chen Nuanyu, and others in an instance,

and then quietly fixed his focus on the youth who had spoken.

Yang Jian.

Also known as Second Divine Might, True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao.