Chapter 621: Chapter 385 Listen to Long Yin
Upon seeing the other party’s behavior, Zhao Sheng knew he had found the right place, so he calmly said, “No need for formalities!”
“Elder Uncle, this is not a place to talk, please co inside for a detailed discussion.”
“Lead the way ahead!”
Soon, the two entered the backyard and arrived in the most secluded room.
After entering the room, the middle-aged shopkeeper once again bowed respectfully and said, “Zhao Xinyang of the Zhao Family’s Heart generation, pays respects to the Ancestor. May I inquire as to which generation and branch the Ancestor belongs to?”
Zhao Sheng wasn’t surprised by such behavior, as the identity token he had produced was the highest-level identity token of the Southern Sky Zhao Family.
Anyone in possession of such a token was without a doubt a big shot in the Zhao Family, with an impeccable identity and bloodline.
Another point worth ntioning is that this token was casually refined by Zhao Sheng himself.
As the true Ancestor of the Zhao Family, “forging” an identity token was nothing difficult, after all, the bloodline was genuine, and the spell seal and secret incantations all corresponded perfectly.
In every aspect, this token could not be more authentic.
The Peace Inns were scattered throughout the entire Songwu Plain and served as one of the Zhao Family’s secret intelligence bases in the Dragon Continent!
As a top power in the Tianzhu Realm, the Southern Sky Zhao Family had, through the Star Gate, been sending many elite clan mbers into the Netherworld for over a thousand years.
They had established nurous secret bases across all continents for gathering and transferring information, as well as discreetly gathering clan mbers lost in the Otherworld and carefully selecting Spirit Root descendants for cultivation.
Although the Zhao Clan mbers from the Tianzhu Realm who infiltrated the Netherworld over the past millennium numbered just over a hundred, their hidden might from centuries of accumulation had already expanded over a hundredfold, commanding more than a thousand cultivators at their disposal, whereas the number of commoners under their protection was countless.
Unlike in Cang Province, where the Heavenly Dao Sect was located and where the Heavenly Rebel Alliance was treated like scum of the streets, hiding and fleeing everywhere.
At least on the Dragon Continent, the spies from Tianzhu Realm had a considerably easier ti, and their concealed strength was several tis more formidable.
The Peace Inn in West Chu City was a low-level secret intelligence base. The middle-aged shopkeeper Zhao Xinyang was soone with a useless spiritual root, at only the Qi Refining First Level.
He normally saw only others like him, with “inferior bloodline,” never having t a Zhao Family’s Direct Lineage mber so “high above” as Zhao Sheng.
As far as Zhao Sheng knew, in the mortal nations near the Songwu Plain, there were no fewer than a thousand such bases like the Peace Inn. So of them had been exposed, but local cultivation powers would turn a blind eye.
After all, being weak, they dared not provoke the formidable individuals from Tianzhu Realm!
In contrast, the Tianzhu spies would often repay kindness with kindness, discreetly offering many benefits to local forces, intentionally creating an “all is well” peaceful situation.
When the middle-aged shopkeeper asked about his generation and branch, Zhao Sheng’s expression did not change as he indifferently said, “You juniors do not need to know which generation I am from. Report to your superiors quickly and say that I am waiting here and have the highest-ranking person here co to see as soon as possible.”
Having said this, Zhao Sheng slightly released a trace of his aura.
Sensing the terrifying majesty emanating from Zhao Sheng, the middle-aged shopkeeper’s whole body trembled violently, not daring to ask any further.
“Elder Uncle, please wait a mont, I will imdiately send a ssage upstairs.”
“Go on,” Zhao Sheng nodded, casually flicking out a bottle of Essence Spirit Pills into the hands of the middle-aged shopkeeper.
Zhao Xinyang’s expression froze, no longer hesitating, he quickly bowed deeply and then quietly withdrew.
Zhao Sheng stayed at the Peace Inn for half a month.
The middle-aged shopkeeper had already dispatched the ssage, but there was no response even after half a month, which made him worried, anxious, and uneasy.
Zhao Sheng, on the other hand, was not in a hurry at all, continuing with his plan to sacrifice refine the Sea-covering Stick and Slaughter Execution Arrow, and also conveniently refining a few batches of Spirit Pills.
One day, in a secret chamber beneath the inn.
Zhao Sheng was seated cross-legged in the air, his hands forming one strange Spell Seal after another. The Karma Fire Lotus Pattern appeared clearly on his forehead.
Across from him, the Karma Fire Red Lotus slowly rotated, and at the center of the Eighteen Grade Lotus Platform, a blood-red spirit fla pulsated and contracted incessantly, as if a living thing was trapped within, struggling ceaselessly.
“…curse… your death will be… even more wretched than mine…”
In the chamber, faint streams of Divine Thought fluctuated, continuously breaking through the blood fla, entering Zhao Sheng’s mind.
As for the Demon Suppressing Priest’s dying curse, Zhao Sheng ignored it completely, as if it was rely farting.
He had finally captured a Nascent Soul Magic Body; it must not be wasted.
Gradually, wisps of “smoke” drifted out of the Karmic Fire, and Five-Colored Divine Light radiated from Zhao Sheng’s chest, instantly forming a colorful Vortex. A suction force was activated, and the smoke was completely drawn into the Vortex before being absorbed into his body.
After a simple second refinent by the Five Passes God, the extrely pure Nascent Soul Essence was quickly transford into original yuan qi, replenishing Zhao Sheng’s body’s deficiencies.
In less than half a day, Zhao Sheng’s complexion beca rosy and lustrous, and his whole body felt thorough and comfortable inside and out. His spirit recovered to its pri state, and the Golden Core in his Dantian grew bigger, becoming rounder and coming close to Perfect Great Perfection.
A trace of joy arose in Zhao Sheng’s heart. With the current progress, the Perfect Golden Core would certainly be achieved within two months.
Another four hours passed, and Zhao Sheng suddenly furrowed his brows, waved his sleeve, and stood up. The Karma Fire Red Lotus turned into a red light and entered his forehead.
By the ti he took out the Jade Box to reseal the shrunken Nascent Soul, a strand of Divine Sense had just probed into the secret chamber.
At that mont, a deep magnetic voice echoed in the room, “This humble Zhao Qiongyun has arrived. Why has the brother below yet to show himself?”
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