Liu Cuihua whispered:
"Uncle Wang, since when did those two beco so close?"
The old butler’s lips trembled, and he looked at the young lady with a complicated expression, saying nothing.
The young lady seed to have lost her mind a bit.
Oh.
She’s always been a bit foolish.
"Brother Zhou." Zhang Fusheng held the old man’s hand, his eyes filled with tears: "Parting today, not knowing when we will et again in the future!"
The old man was also tearful, sighing:
"I felt an imdiate kinship with Junior Brother Zhang, but alas, all good things must co to an end..."
"Brother Zhou, take care!"
"Junior Brother Zhang, safe travels!"
Zhang Fusheng, with the old butler and Liu Cuihua, turned to leave, looking back every few steps. Elder Zhou, with tears in his eyes, smoked a pipe, waving his hand high...
Until the three walked far away.
The little old man remained tearful.
Two portions of natural dicine... he was genuinely heartbroken to tears.
......
"That old guy is not simple."
Having left the black market, approaching the waiting area, Zhang Fusheng casually said:
"He is quite decisive indeed."
"You’re right," the old butler pondered as he spoke: "Being able to run a black market outside the waiting area, it’s hard to say how strong he is, but the relationships behind him must be intricately intertwined."
Zhang Fusheng nodded slightly, weighing two wooden boxes, feeling extrely pleased.
The waiting area arrived.
As the transit hub of the Golden Province, the waiting area had a sparse permanent population but a large flow of people,
resembling Ao City in his past life.
All sorts of facilities and buildings were complete, with ten airports in the middle tier, and right in the center of the waiting area, there was a skyscraper reaching into the clouds.
"The Parliantary Building."
The old butler softly explained:
"Whenever the Golden Council convenes in the province, the other seven Golden Legislators gather here."
"The reason the Parliantary Building is not set in Golden City is to prevent the Governor from greatly interfering in the Council’s matters."
The old butler paused slightly:
"Speaking of which, the current eighth legislator in the waiting area has issued a lot of bounty orders recently."
"Bounty orders?" Zhang Fusheng’s interest piqued: "What’s the bounty for?"
"Seeking to purchase life-extending rare dicines," the old butler shrugged: "Unclear if it’s for personal use or for the younger generation in the legislator’s family."
"Life extension..."
Zhang Fusheng thought for a mont, if he rembered correctly, he still had a thirty-year lifespan left unused.
He glanced at the densely packed hovercars in the sky, few of which were in Jiangzhou City, but here they were everywhere.
Following the old butler, he bought a phone and a SIM card, and the three checked into a large hotel in the middle of the waiting area,
with an absurdly high price; two adjacent suites, 1201 and 1202, cost a staggering twenty thousand per night.
"In the waiting area, accommodation is the most expensive," the old butler said with a wry smile: "So many people choose to rest in the wilderness outside the waiting area."
Zhang Fusheng smiled, didn’t say much, chatted a bit with the older and younger companions, then entered suite 1202.
He quickly found out why the room was so expensive.
"It can actually block spiritual thoughts??"
Zhang Fusheng was surprised, not that it completely blocked them, but the walls used so special material that could resonate with spiritual thoughts,
when he tried to touch the walls with his spiritual thoughts, the special material inside emitted a vibrating sound!
While he could forcibly penetrate the material barrier, the vibrating sound would beco extrely sharp.
"That’s it."
Zhang Fusheng understood, as a transit hub, these hotels occasionally hosted grandmaster and even greater beings,
such materials could greatly protect the privacy of guests — any divine thought spying would surely be noticed.
"Well."
Sitting by the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling waiting area, Zhang Fusheng silently fiddled with his phone.
"Master’s phone number..."
Though he never rembered his master’s phone number, he could find out right away if he went to the Gate of the Past.
But it was aningless.
Zhang Fusheng hadn’t yet decided how to deal with Second Senior Sister, whether to let her ’co back to life’ or not?
"Second Senior Sister is now my subordinate soul, even if she has her own independent consciousness, she’s still under my complete control."
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes in thought, for a martial artist of Twelve Refinents, they naturally stood atop the pyramid in subordinate cities,
and even in higher cities, they held a very high status. The main thing was, he didn’t want his master to have any prejudices against him.
Even for the sake of the Stabilizing Needle Iron consideration, the teacher-student bond should not be damaged.
"Golden Legislator..."
He connected to the Divine Net, searching for information on this Golden Legislator, Hu Zhongli, who beca a Golden Legislator a hundred thirty-seven years ago,
and had been entrenched in the waiting area for a hundred thirty-seven years.
"Over a hundred years, if I rember correctly, grandmasters and greater masters have the sa lifespan, typically, they live about two hundred years."
"If this Golden Legislator hasn’t broken through to beco Innate People, he’s indeed likely approaching the end of his lifespan."
Zhang Fusheng slightly frowned, not planning to et the Golden Legislator directly as Zhong Mountain,
because the opponent might be in the Innate Realm, and he had no understanding of people at this level.
He could only create another High Heaven Order.
"As ti progresses, there will be more and more mbers above the High Heaven."
Zhang Fusheng quickly made a plan:
"It’s ti to ’grade’ them, not everyone should be able to see the Celestial Venerate, the High Heaven Association should also present a pyramid structure."
This wasn’t difficult to handle; he had set a rule of offering a seat, Old Shi and the others would naturally develop ’subordinates,’
but the question now was whether to bring Hu Zhongli, the Golden Legislator, into the High Heaven Association directly?
"The resources he controls are far beyond what Old Shi knows, if he trades with for things I don’t have, then what?"
"It would easily expose what’s real and what’s not."
Zhang Fusheng finally decided:
"The High Heaven Association shouldn’t be too easy to join."
"For an upper seat, Zhong Mountain personally invites, with the power to develop lower seats."
"Lower seats do not enter above the High Heaven, they are still mbers of the Association, but not part of the High Heaven."
The previous five seats, spread across Taoism and Buddhism, can be retained to maximize information from these two sects,
but future upper seats must be selected with extra caution.
"I need to intentionally distinguish between ’Above High Heaven’ and ’High Heaven Association,’ the forr can et the Celestial Venerate directly, the latter is hidden beneath the bustling city and the mundane world."
Zhang Fusheng’s eyes were bright, he realized that becoming stronger alone wasn’t impossible, but too risky,
with the developnt above the High Heaven, Old Shi and others would also progress, Huang Qiuxian, Chen Nuanyu, Du Mingsheng, in each of their sects, would rise in status,
even forming large interest groups within the sects if they developed ’subordinates’ within them over ti!
The core of these interest groups is the holder of the power.
And he, again, would be the core of these ’power holders.’
As for Buddha Son?
Uh, that guy’s status is already very high.
Having confird the future path for above High Heaven and the High Heaven Association, Zhang Fusheng had a complete plan in mind,
the Golden Legislator, Hu Zhongli.
Zhang Fusheng silently recited the na, unsure of the exact power an legislator held, but surely they had so influence over the Investigation Bureau?
Perhaps, they even existed to balance each other out.
Browsing through information on the Divine Net, Zhang Fusheng beca increasingly convinced of this possibility, gaining a vague understanding of the structure within the Golden Province.
Governor, Council, Investigation Bureau.
"The Investigation Bureau’s actions in Jiangzhou are likely known by the Governor, perhaps even colluded, but does the Golden Council know?"
Zhang Fusheng exhaled a turbid breath, not rushing to contact Hu Zhongli, needing to stay here for three more days.
The current task was to beco a Martial Arts Master, and also...
Sensing the ’Human Treasure’ obtained from the Contract,
a faint smile appeared on Zhang Fusheng’s face.
It was ti to teach that dear senior brother a good lesson.
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