Secret Buyer

Chapter 623: Chapter 368:

As we traveled along the way, more than ten Great Divine Power Users appeared mysteriously above us!!

A murderous intent, a setup for a kill, but it was unclear who the target was.

We seemed to be innocent victims.

"Let’s check out that town."

Cui Baihua squinted and spoke:

"Try to be as low-key as possible, don’t stand out too much... the same goes for appearances."

As her words fell, this ancestor of the Cui Family took the initiative to change her appearance, transforming into a seemingly plain and unattractive village woman,

not forgetting to change Wei Lingzhu’s appearance as well.

Only then did the three of them head towards the small mountain town. The town was situated on the World Plateau, far from the forty-nine giant cities,

and hence was not particularly prosperous, with the tallest building probably not exceeding fifty meters. It was unlikely to see even one hovercar,

and the streets were mostly filled with bicycles and tricycles.

At the entrance of the town stood a huge, completely black stone tablet.

On the tablet, there were only three large characters.

"Gao Lao Zhuang?"

Wei Lingzhu instinctively read out, her eyes moving past the stone tablet and falling onto this desolate small town.

It was not prosperous, but very lively, with people coming and going.

"Recruiting a son-in-law, recruiting a son-in-law, martial contest to recruit a son-in-law!"

The shouts echoed from within the town, and the three of them exchanged glances, each with a confused expression on their faces,

A martial contest to recruit a son-in-law... How many years old is this custom?

Why does it still exist now?

Amidst their confusion, they heard the sound of gongs and drums, and the crowd in the town all converged towards outside the town, blocking the entrance road completely,

The three of them were a bit helpless. Now, it seemed unavoidable to see this commotion.

"Recruiting a son-in-law, recruiting a son-in-law, the Great Uncle of the Gao Family is recruiting a son-in-law for his granddaughter!"

"Martial contest to recruit a son-in-law, martial contest to recruit a son-in-law!"

A procession beating gongs and drums exited the mountain town and paused at the stone tablet, led by a middle-aged man with a robust voice:

"All those under thirty and over twelve can come up to the stage! All can come up to the stage!"

He shouted as he extended his hand—creating a grand arena seemingly out of thin air.

The arena was octagonal, towering half a meter above the ground, with eight large red-painted pillars thrust into the earth, supporting the entire grand stage,

and on the stage, there were even large drums, copper gongs, and numerous small flags, each with a single character ’Gao’, fluttering in the wind.

Creating something from the void.

Moreover, it was a creation from the void without any spiritual fluctuations, indicating that it did not invoke the Divine Realm and was not Refining Illusion into Reality!

The most critical part was that the arena was extremely elaborate, as if meticulously crafted, unlike the usual creations imagined by an average Celestial Human!

"Celestial Human??" The Old Master was startled; wasn’t this at least a top-tier Celestial Human??

He began to sweat with confusion; this was just a small mountain town, and yet any random person appearing seems to be a top-tier Celestial Human, maybe even... a Venerate??

The Old Master was both shocked and fearful.

Cui Baihua’s face showed even more shock—because in her perception, that middle-aged man appeared ordinary, with no surging aura, nor any of the five aspects of a Celestial Human!

Strange.

"This town doesn’t feel quite right..." Cui Baihua murmured to herself.

"Is there anyone willing to come up to defend the stage? Is there anyone willing to come up to defend the stage?"

That highly skilled middle-aged man continued to bellow, and the surrounding townsfolk were discussing among themselves.

"Tsk, another martial contest for recruiting, they’ve done it over a dozen times this year."

"Yes indeed, it was fine at first since the Gao Family is the richest in our town, but each groom, after the wedding ceremony and before even entering the bridal chamber, ended up dead, over a dozen in succession!"

"Who would dare to come up to the stage?"

The discussions rose and fell, yet no one dared to ascend the stage.

The middle-aged man stood on the grand arena, lifted a heavy mallet, and struck fiercely at the large drum.

’Dong!!!’

The sound of the drum exploded, drowned out a myriad of voices.

"Is there anyone willing to come? Is there anyone willing to come? Is there anyone willing to come?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened in rage, shouting three times in succession, with sound as loud as thunder.

Wei Lingzhu swallowed, her ears pained, her head in a daze, just as she was about to speak, she suddenly widened her eyes.

She reached out to rub her eyes.

Just now...

It seemed she saw a familiar figure amidst the crowd—her master.

But at this moment, it was gone.

Was it an illusion?