Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 459: Chapter 311: The Value of Nascent Soul

“My lord, please enjoy the tea!”

In a magnificent palace, Zhao Sheng sat comfortably at the head, while Hu Canmang, standing at the foot, attentively offered him a cup of Spiritual Tea.

Zhao Sheng raised his hand to receive the Spiritual Tea and casually glanced at it, only to see white hairs in the tea like standing needles, flashing with a faint white light.

Above the teacup, a cloud formed, gently raining spirit rain. The raindrops fell back into the tea, instantly creating ripples and emitting a refreshing and exotic fragrance.

Seeing this, Hu Canmang smiled obsequiously like a eunuch and hurriedly introduced, “My lord, this tea is a treasured specialty of our Heavenly Fox Clan, known as Heavenly Fox White Hair. Drinking it can strengthen vitality and solidify the spirit, and prolonged consumption can even greatly enhance the Primordial Spirit.”

“Oh, I must try this,” Zhao Sheng said upon hearing this.

He gently sipped the Spiritual Tea. As the tea entered his mouth, a wave of coolness spread from his stomach, rising to his brain, instantly clearing his Divine Soul and slightly alleviating his headache.

It truly worked!

Zhao Sheng’s eyes brightened in an instant, and he immediately drank the remainder of the Spiritual Tea in one gulp.

Seeing this, Hu Canmang’s heart leaped with joy. He quickly gestured and a swan-neck teapot flew in from outside, landing in his hand.

This person immediately refilled Zhao Sheng’s cup with Spiritual Tea, joyfully saying, “My lord, if you like this tea, I have a three-year portion of the treasure tea that has not yet been claimed, totaling three taels and three maces. I ask that you kindly accept it!”

One couldn’t deny the Ghost Fox Clan’s ingrained nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, as well as their mastery of flattery.

This culture of fawning over the strong was commonplace in the Ghost Fox Clan, having become an instinct crucial for their survival.

From top to bottom in the clan, even Hu Canmang of the Golden Core Realm was no exception.

Zhao Sheng drank three consecutive cups, feeling invigorated and his mood much relaxed.

A smile appeared on his face. Placing a hand on Hu Canmang’s right hand, which was about to pour more tea, he asked, “Let’s forego the tea for now. I ask you, where are my people, and why haven’t you hurriedly summoned them to see me?”

Stunned by the question, Hu Canmang quickly offered a sheepish smile, “Primordial Venerable, please do not rush. I have already informed the Ancestor. Your wife and two young masters are on their way here. Please rest assured and wait for a day or two.”

Seeing that Zhao Sheng did not become furiously enraged, Hu Canmang’s heart relaxed, and he smiled again, “My lord, our Clan Leader is waiting outside the hall. If you are free, why not meet him first?”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s gaze flickered, “When can your ancestor make it back? Who is currently overseeing Sky Fox City, Hu Sou?”

At this, Hu Canmang’s heart shook with fear, intending to utter a few words in defense.

However, seeing the quasi-smiling expression on Zhao Sheng’s face, he involuntarily shuddered and pleaded subconsciously, “My lord, please calm your anger. Without the permission of the Ancestor, I dare not make decisions on my own.

In a day or two at most, our Fox Immortal Ancestor will surely meet with you personally, and your requests will definitely be fulfilled. Please do not trouble me anymore.”

“If that is the case, I have no interest in meeting your clan leader. Let him return to where he came from,” Zhao Sheng said, leaning back in his chair with a languid expression.

From entering the city until now, through several subtle probings and constant exploration with Divine Thought Power, Zhao Sheng had discerned that the Ghost Fox Clan harbored no urgent intent to eliminate him.

On the contrary, they exhibited goodwill and appeasement at every turn, with a very apparent intent to ingratiate themselves behind all their actions.

It was not surprising at all, considering the significant influence of a Nascent Soul Great Priest.

If there were no irreconcilable enmity, no clan would lightly make an enemy of a Nascent Soul Great Priest.

Hearing Zhao Sheng’s words, Hu Canmang gave a sheepish smile, sent a message through Divine Sense, and continued to diligently serve tea and water to the Primordial Venerable.

About an hour later, Zhao Sheng had finished three pots of Spiritual Tea, his headache had greatly eased, and his slightly furrowed brow had smoothed.

His headache was a lingering “ailment” from his past ordeal in Crossing Tribulation—an ostensibly continuous headache but in essence, a difficult-to-heal “curse” caused by a tear in his Divine Soul and the “gaze” of the Heavenly Dao.

Since his feigned death and escape, a persistent blood shadow had appeared in Zhao Sheng’s Soul Sea.

The silhouette of the blood shadow was that of a blood-colored face, initially nebulous, but with time, the face became increasingly clear.

Simultaneously, Zhao Sheng was horrified to discover that deep within his Divine Soul, a Heart Demon was gradually emerging.

This Heart Demon seemed to stem from the blood face. It could only be suppressed, not eradicated or sealed.

The Power of Heavenly Dao is infinite, leaving merely a trace of its gaze on a person like a burdensome curse!

This blood face was akin to a curse of the Heavenly Dao, damning a visitor from another realm to a dire fate.

Zhao Sheng had spent eight arduous years in hiding, trying every means to break the curse of the blood face, only to finally resort to drinking poison to quench his thirst by tearing another strand of his Divine Soul to cast the half-formed Heart Demon into the Book of Hundred Lifetimes.

His hasty emergence from seclusion this time was also motivated by a desire to break the curse of Heavenly Dao.

Little did Zhao Sheng expect that in less than a decade of his absence, the Fire Saber Tribe had been breached by the Ghost Fox Clan.

It was difficult to say whether the Fire Saber Tribe had suffered due to Zhao Sheng’s influence, thus being forsaken by Heavenly Dao, leading to a dwindling fortune and ultimately to this catastrophe befalling the tribe.

“Hee hee!”

As Zhao Sheng’s thoughts were in turmoil, a captivating laugh accompanied by a vast surge of Divine Thought Power suddenly rang beside his ear.

Zhao Sheng’s expression remained unchanged as a powerful wave of Divine Thought burst forth from the Purple Mansion between his eyebrows, colliding head-on with the unfamiliar Divine Thought.