Chapter 712: Chapter 327: The Perverted Pleasure of Training
“Ooh…not bad, not bad at all. The at is cooked to tender, fragrant perfection, and with the Death Powder piercing through the heart and shredding the bones. Truly flavorful, worth a great celebration with a ‘Da Bai’!”
Zhao Linsong stood by, wearing a smile as he watched dicine Master relishing the al.
But when he heard the words ‘Death Powder,’ his complexion changed instantly, and sweat poured down like rain.
With a thump, he fell to his knees.
“dicine Master, I’m innocent! I definitely didn’t add the Death Powder. Right, soone must be framing !” Zhao Linsong was in a panic, making an exceedingly anxious defense.
Thump!
The gray-robed old man…
Um, Zhao Sheng spat out a duck bone with a ‘thump,’ revealing a trace of a sinister and frightening smile on his face. He pointed a finger and a jet of water shot out, penetrating Zhao Linsong’s chest.
Ahh!
Zhao Linsong’s face contorted extrely, feeling his entire body’s muscles and flesh twist and deform violently, an unimaginable agony bursting into his mind, so intense that he writhed on the ground, clutching his head.
“Heh, young master, you’re too naive. You don’t even know you’ve been poisoned.
If it weren’t for your slight usefulness, I would have buried you in the ginseng garden as fertilizer long ago.”
Strangely enough, although these were words of ruthless cruelty, every ti a word reached Zhao Linsong’s ears, the pain in his body automatically lessened a bit.
Zhao Sheng finished speaking, and the pain vanished into thin air.
After experiencing such excruciating tornt, Zhao Linsong was not only terrified but also engraved the old thief’s words deep into his bones, unable to forget them even if he tried.
“Get up, do you still want to play dead?”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Linsong got up from the ground in a roll, trembling and not daring to look dicine Master in the eye.
At this mont, he hadn’t noticed that his robust body seed to have grown larger than before.
Zhao Sheng discarded the wine bottle in his hand and asked nonchalantly, “Have you taken care of the matter I entrusted you with?”
“Uh, it’s taken care of. Song Yan and Feng Yiluo both admitted defeat; here is their hush money.”
As he spoke, Zhao Linsong hurriedly took out two Space Storage Seals from his bosom and presented them to dicine Master.
Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to take the Space Storage Seals, glanced at them casually, then carelessly threw one back.
“This one is for you! Use your brain more next ti. Serve well in the future, and you’ll naturally get a share of the benefits. Of course, if you can kill , heh heh… all the extorted treasures will be yours. Dare you try?”
Hearing this, Zhao Linsong broke out into a sweat and frantically shook his head and waved his hands: “Dare not, dare not, this young master wouldn’t dare!”
Zhao Sheng was indeed full of malign pleasure, scaring a burly man like a frightened little wife.
No one played the role of Ancestor like he did.
At this mont, Zhao Linsong felt both regret and fear in his heart.
Three years ago, he was sought out by the old thief and had no choice but to do so unsavory deeds on his behalf.
Extortion and intimidation were rely child’s play; he had also secretly committed several cases of murder and looting.
To accomplish the tasks given by the old thief, he had several close calls with death, fortunate enough to turn danger into safety and ultimately kill his enemies.
Zhao Linsong was not afraid of committing murder, but extortion, framing, and other deeds were indeed puzzling for him.
What infuriated him more was that most of the benefits went to the old thief, while he only got a ager share, becoming a thorn in the side of many fellow disciples as a result.
Zhao Linsong couldn’t figure out how an old man who rely tended the ginseng garden could know so many people’s secrets, including those of two Foundation Establishnt Realm priests.
Through the years, Zhao Linsong’s reverence for the old thief grew, feeling him to be capricious and unfathomably deep.
Zhao Sheng’s eyebrows raised, and he tossed a booklet to Zhao Linsong, instructing him in a calm tone, “Two hundred miles away is the Independent Cultivation’s Mansion located in the Black Canyon. You have half a month to retrieve the Treasure from inside. Now… scram!”
Zhao Linsong, as if pardoned, imdiately turned and fled from the ginseng garden.
Watching the figure running away in panic, Zhao Sheng quietly shook his head, feeling the responsibility of teaching his descendants was a long and arduous road ahead.
He had two contingencies in place on Zhao Linsong, so he wasn’t worried about the latter dying unexpectedly. He just felt Zhao Linsong had decent potential but a slow mind, needing more grinding and trials.
Like this trip to explore the Independent Cultivation’s Mansion, Zhao Sheng had “coincidentally” arranged for two Qi Refinent Late Stage Sacrificial Disciples to get the sa map.
These two whetstones should be enough for Zhao Linsong to suffer a bit.
Alas, the Ancestor was truly heartbroken for his descendants.
Thinking this, Zhao Sheng suddenly disappeared without a trace.
…
Half a year later, the ginseng garden
“Hmph, you little rascal actually secretly cultivated the ‘Blood Soul Scripture.’
Zhao Sheng pointed a finger right at the Dantian below Zhao Linsong’s abdon, expressionless.
A flash of Radiance, and Zhao Linsong convulsed in agony as the Spiritual Power in his body boiled violently like water. The originally blood-tinged Spirit Power Vortex was cleansed countless tis by an invisible force in an instant, returning to a pale blue color.
“I told you that the ‘Blood Soul Scripture’ harbors great dangers, and you must never cultivate it. Yet you dare to take my words for granted!”
Zhao Linsong got up from the ground, pale-faced, and mumbled so softly it was almost inaudible: “Everybody else can refine it, why can’t I, nosy old thief!”
He thought Zhao Sheng couldn’t hear him, not realizing he was facing an old monster.
Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed, his brow furrowed, and he smacked Zhao Linsong on the head, chastising him, “You’re truly an idiot. When will there ever be such good fortune in this world? Only looking at the speed of cultivation improvent but failing to see the drastic reduction in Life Span, and after death, not even the Divine Soul can reincarnate, ultimately becoming soone else’s prey.”
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