Secret Buyer

Chapter 539 - 341: Central Pole Sect Leader’s Remains? How Would I Know?

Celestial Capital, Floating Island.

This is an island that soars above an area of eight thousand zhang, not built upon a jianmu tree.

The inhabitants here are genuinely either exceptionally wealthy or noble; at worst, they are the offspring of Great Power families.

"Exercise caution in speech and action."

The Buddha Son looked at Zhu Xiaoming beside him and whispered:

"Do not speak recklessly in this place. Although there is an unspoken rule that the gods will not broadly project their Divine Thoughts to eavesdrop on the conversations of juniors... calamity still comes from the mouth."

Zhu Xiaoming dutifully nodded his shiny bald head, then asked:

"Buddha Son, where are we going now?"

"To a True God Church, to meet some people, to seek an opportunity, a chance."

The Buddha Son’s eyes were as calm as water, and after a brief conversation,

he patted the Withered Woman lying on his back, and then led Zhu Xiaoming through the cold, long streets of the Floating Island.

"That is the residence of the Meng Family, one of the Ten Sights, directly opposite is the gateway of another Ten Sight family, the Xuanyuan Clan... and in the distance, that towering building is the Source Point Research Institute."

Along the way, the Buddha Son introduced in a rambling manner.

As they passed the Research Institute’s building, Zhu Xiaoming curiously peeked inside, just in time to see two young girls walking out side by side.

"Xiaoxi, it’s late at night, and you’re dragging me out shopping instead of sleeping... you’ve really had enough!"

"Ah, Qingxue, I just feel inexplicably uneasy today..."

"Alright, alright, I’ll accompany you. But we must agree that we’ll stroll for no more than half an hour, okay? We have classes to attend tomorrow!"

"Alright!"

The two young girls, full of youthful vitality, also noticed Zhu Xiaoming and the Buddha Son with the withered woman on his back,

but they only gave them a cursory glance without paying much attention.

"What are you daydreaming about? Keep up."

The Buddha Son whispered.

Zhu Xiaoming snapped back to reality, scratched his head, and quickly followed, letting out a light sigh:

"No, it’s just that the girl’s eyebrows and eyes resembled Old Zhang a bit, and I got a little distracted."

"Old Zhang?"

The Buddha Son was momentarily stunned before he realized that Old Zhang was Zhu Xiaoming’s talented childhood friend,

he turned back to take a look and said:

"Indeed, that’s true."

The Buddha Son paused and consoled him:

"Once we’re done with this matter in Celestial Capital, you can return to the Golden Province to see your old friends, and return home in glory."

Zhu Xiaoming mumbled a response.

The two walked through the shadowy night, quickly stopping in front of an old-fashioned courtyard.

The Buddha Son took a deep breath, stepped forward, and was just about to knock on the door when it opened on its own.

He and Zhu Xiaoming exchanged glances and entered side by side into a spacious courtyard,

Inside, there were two females standing in a peculiar Pile Skill stance, one appeared to be in her twenties, the other looked about six or seven years old,

while an elderly woman with white hair rested on a nearby lounge chair.

Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque, who were in the midst of performing the Celestial Secret Pile, couldn’t help but glance at the late-night visitors.

"Distracted!"

Accompanied by a soft scold, a willow branch lightly struck the two women, leaving no mark on their skin, but causing them to wince in pain.

"Clear your mind, maintain silence."

The elderly woman, who had recently returned from the Research Institute, held the willow branch with a solemn expression:

"The Celestial Secret Pile is greatly beneficial to you, this is not just a method for refining qi and nourishing the body, take it seriously!"

The elderly woman gave a sidelong glance at the two visitors, and said coolly:

"Coming here at night, tell me, what’s the matter?"

The Buddha Son bowed respectfully:

"Mandala Lineage, Silent Fury Venerate Buddha Son, pays respects to Celestial Secret Great Matriarch."

Mandala Lineage??

Lin Dongxi, just returned to peace, felt a ripple in her heart and looked aside in shock, just as the willow branch was about to strike again, she cried out:

"Mistake!"

Little Child stood firm again.

"Hmph!"

The Great Matriarch glared at the little girl before slowly looking at Silent Fury Buddha Son:

"A dignified Buddha Son, why come to my small courtyard? The Federation is strict on the Evil Cult."

Zhu Xiaoming observed quietly, remaining composed,

while the Buddha Son took a deep breath and continued respectfully:

"I’ve heard that the Interception Sect provides a sliver of hope for all beings, and you, Great Matriarch, are the current Pope of the Interception Sect. I’ve come to plead for a sliver of hope for myself!"

The Great Matriarch raised an eyebrow:

"A sliver of hope must be fought for, not asked for, and even if you weren’t a Cultist, coming here with such a pleading attitude, I would not clue you in any way... depart now."

"I will pretend no one came tonight."

Saying this, the Great Matriarch waved her hand, summoning a gust of wind from nowhere.

The Buddha Son called out loudly:

"Zhu Xiaoming!"

As this was shouted, Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque felt their minds disrupt their clarity once more—they both found the name faintly familiar.

The two women quickly returned to a state of calm.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard,

Zhu Xiaoming quickly clasped his hands together, emanating a bright light from his body, illuminating the courtyard like a Buddha Country!

"Hmm?"

The Great Matriarch murmured softly, the wind that was about to sweep them out suddenly ceased.

She looked Zhu Xiaoming up and down, surprised:

"Seems I misjudged, an eighteen-year-old Venerate?"

Huh??

Lin Dongxi and Chen Yuque both looked askance, and were greeted by the flying willow branches.

The latter stood firmly again, the former yelped in pain.

The Buddha Son solemnly waited until the Great Matriarch finished striking the Little Child, then began speaking in a deep voice:

"Zhu Xiaoming, I seek to intercept a sliver of hope for him, to elevate him instantly to become a Federation Arhat, as my Dharma Guardian Great Vajra."

The Great Matriarch observed calmly, and said:

"It seems you have well studied our Interception Sect, go ahead, tell me what brings you here."

The Buddha Son took a deep breath:

"The Great Matriarch must know, that the ten Buddha Sons of the Mandala Lineage are merely vessels of the High Gods."