Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 454: Chapter 308 Nascent Soul Tribulation Begins_2

With a crisp crack, the fist met the jade light, causing a vast dazzle; the golden light instantly swallowed the jade light, and in the next moment, the Jade Spirit Branch suddenly snapped in two, flying far away.

With two thuds, two streaks of green light plunged into the sea surface, disappearing without even forming a ripple.

Ah!

Jin Jing’s face lost color, her hands flailing wildly, casting hundreds of Wood Seeds in a frantic attempt to block the demon’s attack.

Alas, it was all in vain!

A streak of green light flew up into the air, then turned into a green bamboo basket, from which an invisible vortex spread out. Suddenly, an unimaginably huge suction force surged, sweeping all the Wood Seeds from the sky.

At the same time, Zhao Sheng’s figure flashed and vanished, suddenly closing the distance to three feet from Jin Jing. His body’s golden flame instantly surged more than twice in size, and behind him appeared a golden giant several dozen feet tall.

The golden giant clasped his hands in a fist, carrying an inexplicable power, and with a thunderous punch, he smashed down. The vast void quivered all at once, every tangible and intangible thing crushed and shattered, the air itself liquifying.

With a deafening boom!

A large cluster of visibly swirling ripples spread outward, instantly whipping up a giant wave several dozen feet high from the sea surface beneath.

At the center of the sea surface, a vast pit tens of feet deep had formed, and by then, Jin Jing was nowhere to be seen.

Yet, Zhao Sheng stood nonchalantly in midair, turning his head to look eastward.

He saw a blurred figure enveloped in red tunneling light, desperately fleeing toward the horizon, as fast as a meteor.

Hehe!

Zhao Sheng chuckled lightly, his Divine Sense sweeping out. The seawater beneath him surged backward, stirring up countless giant waves, faint traces of red seeping through them.

The next instant, a torrent of flames shot toward the sky, chasing the red light at an inconceivable speed.

In just a few breaths’ time, a hundred miles of sea surface passed in a flash, and the golden flame, though started later, flashed and intercepted the tunneling light.

“You… don’t come any closer!” From within the tunneling light, Zhe Yan’s expression was miserable, like that of a bullied wife, lacking any of the arrogance he had shown just moments before.

The couple had never imagined that the sect’s investigation result would lead to such a massive oversight.

“…Sheng Long is an Alchemy Master, with a mild character, dedicated to arduous cultivation, seldom roaming about. He very rarely initiates combat and is purportedly not skilled at fighting. His cultivation shouldn’t exceed the Golden Core Middle Stage…”

“…How is this the Golden Core Middle Stage? Where is the mild character and lack of fighting skill? Damn it, you idiots have killed me this time!”

Zhe Yan kept a pitiful smile, his heart filled with immense resentment and fear.

He was about to beg for mercy, but before he could speak, a powerful, fierce punch thundered toward him, instantly suppressing the words at the edge of his mouth.

“Die!”

In his final moments, he vaguely heard Zhao Sheng’s cold, merciless judgment.

…

Eight days later, a streak of golden light sped across the sky and swiftly descended into the main city of the Fire Saber Tribe.

With Zhao Sheng’s successful return, the previously precarious Fire Saber Tribe miraculously stabilized, and the forces attacking from all sides quickly withdrew. Those ambitious powers also promptly retreated.

The Fire Saber Tribe, with its two Golden Core Main Priests, simply was not something they could contend with.

Over the following two months, numerous nearby forces voluntarily offered hefty reparations, hoping the Fire Saber Tribe would not direct their fury towards everyone.

Although the leaders of the Fire Saber Tribe, led by Huo Bailiang, yearned to wipe out all hostile forces, such action was utterly unrealistic.

Doing so would only incite massive public anger, drawing counterattacks from numerous other forces.

Thus, the Fire Saber Tribe targeted a few of the most troublesome groups, exterminating them one by one, and then calmed their furious storm, extending goodwill to the surrounding forces once more.

After making a few public appearances upon his return to the Fire Saber Tribe, Zhao Sheng hurriedly announced that he would enter seclusion for arduous cultivation.

He had sensed something ominous, as, since the slaughter of the two Golden Core Main Priests, he often had an inexplicable premonition as if heaven perceived him with “a different eye.”

In the cave mansion’s secret chamber, protected by multiple Prohibitions, Zhao Sheng sat on the Jade Couch, inspecting the Storage Space Seals of Zhe Yan and his companion.

To his surprise, each contained over a hundred top-grade spiritual stones, totaling up to three hundred and sixty stones.

The most filled Storage Space Seal was packed with rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, each of immense value. These were likely the couple’s collection over many years, but now, they all unwittingly benefited Zhao Sheng.

So many top-grade spiritual stones. Coupled with what Zhao Sheng had gained from alchemy over these years, it was enough for him to set up a Third-Level Spiritual Method Array assisting promotion to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Zhao Sheng let out a light sigh of relief, sorted the Storage Space Seal, and then took out the dragon serpent pill of the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon.

Although he had already obtained the dragon serpent pill of the Cold Desolate Flood Dragon, to refine it into the Supreme Yin Pill, it still needed careful refining.

However, the auxiliary medicine needed had already been prepared in advance, and he didn’t need to worry anymore.

One month later, when Zhao Sheng walked out of his alchemy room, he held a jade bottle in his hand. Although the mouth of the bottle was tightly sealed, a thin layer of ice crystals still formed on the surface, and strands of peculiar elixir fragrance were emitted.

He lovingly stroked the jade bottle and after a short while, he put it away, his face showing a contemplative expression.

Now that he had the Supreme Yin Pill and the Spiritual Method Array as an auxiliary means, the success rate for breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm was still less than 20 percent.

Even though the “Taiqing Nine Yang Technique” had broken through to the stage of Three Yang Perfection and the beginning of Four Yang, the success rate barely reached 40 percent.

This success rate was somewhat low.

But at this moment, with the threat from the Netherworld God Sect externally and the malign intentions of the Heavenly Dao internally,

time no longer allowed Zhao Sheng to make more preparations.

“This…” Zhao Sanchong hesitated, then said apologetically with a full face, “My Young Master has always disliked seeing outsiders.”

Seeing this, Wang Yuqi immediately shouted to the outside of the store, “Wang Si.”

Before the sound of her voice faded, the middle-aged coachman who had just been guarding outside the shop suddenly stepped across the air, instantly crossing a distance of three meters to appear in front of everyone.

He stepped forward with a bow, saying respectfully, “Miss, do you have any instructions?”

Zhao Sanchong was taken aback, the middle-aged coachman had extremely high martial skills, clearly a supreme expert of the Martial World, and now he had become the coachman for the Wang Family.

Wang Yuqi instructed, “Wang Si, have him take us to his Young Master.”

“Hold on!”

Zhao Sanchong, seeing the situation potentially crumbling, urgently exclaimed, “Don’t start a fight, I’ll take you there myself.”

“Lead the way!” Wang Si said sternly.

…

A quarter of an hour later, under Zhao Sanchong’s guidance, a group of people arrived at an exquisitely elegant courtyard.

Before they even entered the courtyard gate, the Wang sisters heard the sounds of a piano coming from the backyard,

The music was at times majestic and vast, with a natural tune, rising and falling like a high mountain, at other times rippling and winding, soft as flowing water, with endless meaning.

Listening to such enchanting music, the Wang sisters couldn’t help but immerse themselves in it.

Zhao Sanchong saw this and couldn’t help but marvel at the Ninth Young Master’s clever tactics, deeply understanding the human heart.

After a while, as the piano music gradually faded away, the Wang sisters finally snapped out of their trance.

One should not wonder why the Wang sisters were so affected. The real reason goes back to the fact that the ancestor of the Wang Family was a Loose Cultivator.

Because the difficulty of cultivation was lamented, the Wang Family had always focused on cultivation. Other arts such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting were considered distractions that led to the loss of ambition.

Thus, Fragrant Swallow Valley was always very cold, with an unusually somber atmosphere. The Wang sisters had grown up without ever hearing such enchanting piano music.

“Quick, take us to your Young Master,” Wang Yuqi urged eagerly after regaining consciousness. After Zhao Sanchong left with a thousand thanks, Zhao Xiaobao looked worried and said, “Young Master, shouldn’t you reconsider? Although the Wang Family is a local cultivation family in Ganzhou, they are extremely ruthless. Fifty years ago, they wiped out the Cultivating Chen Family. Not only did no one in that family escape, but they also almost implicated our Zhao family.”

Zhao Sheng waved his hand, saying calmly, “No need to consider further. Ganzhou is a place of sparse spiritual energy, and cultivators are rare. The Wang Family is the only cultivation family in Ganzhou. Who else can I turn to if not them?”