Chapter 841: Chapter 489 dicine Master Leaves Treasure for Descendants_2
“Where did this damned child co from, disturbing this old man’s quiet cultivation! It’s so noisy it’s driving crazy!” The hunchbacked old man stepped over the threshold and suddenly shouted angrily.
Before the words were finished, the last syllable was still echoing in the air.
A gigantic fire palm, a hundred feet in size, suddenly appeared out of thin air, filling everyone’s vision.
Boom!
The next mont, the flaming giant palm slamd down on Ren Lingke’s head as lightly as swatting a trivial mosquito.
In front of the giant palm, the likes of the Gang Yan Giant Shield, the Yellow Light Giant Bear, and the Golden Core Main Priest were nothing but toys, which were easily swept away in one blow.
In the blink of an eye, a deep and large five-fingered palm print suddenly appeared on the plaza ground, with the deepest point in the center reaching two feet deep, the fingerprints at the bottom clearly visible.
At this mont, Ren Lingke had completely vanished as if he had never existed in this world.
Witnessing this terrifying scene, the Zhao Family mbers were initially stunned speechless, then beca wildly ecstatic, scrambling to their feet and turning to look back.
Zhao Linsong’s eyes montarily flickered with terror, and he abruptly turned around, just in ti to see the hunchbacked old man slowly walking down the steps.
His pupils suddenly contracted as he fixed his gaze on the old man’s face, trying to recognize his identity with all his might.
For so unknown reason, Zhao Linsong felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he looked at this person.
The next second, his mind shook violently, suddenly recalling soone buried deep in his mory, a person he could never forget.
“…dicine Master!” Zhao Linsong muttered involuntarily, staring at the increasingly familiar face.
At this mont, the Zhao Family Head, Zhao Laisheng, limped to his side, extrely excitedly asking in a low voice, “Ancestor, do you know which ancestor this is from our family? How should we address him?”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Linsong snapped back to reality, imdiately ordering the clansn to evacuate the plaza without delay!
Zhao Laisheng, sensing the severity of the situation, quickly withdrew, calling the elders to swiftly leave the area.
In less than a span of two breaths, the Zhao Family dispersed like water, leaving only two people in the plaza.
Zhao Sheng rely watched, showing no intention of stopping them.
Once the clansn had all left, Zhao Linsong, calming his inner turbulence, revealed an expression of sincere gratitude, scampering over to Zhao Sheng and, without hesitation, knelt down.
“dicine Master above, please accept Linsong’s bow!” Zhao Linsong knelt to the ground, performing a respectful kowtow.
Considering he owed dicine Master a great deal, as if it weren’t for Zhao Sheng’s tily arrival, the Zhao family might have faced extermination today.
Zhao Sheng accepted his grand gesture but did not show him any kindness, coldly snorting, “Humph, what a useless little brat! Even if you were lucky enough to form a Golden Core, it’s useless. I taught you for over a decade, yet you can’t even beat an inferior Golden Core, you wasted my efforts for nothing!”
“dicine Master is right, this junior has embarrassed you,” Zhao Linsong said, still respectfully kneeling on the ground, his expression unchanged.
Having lived nearly three hundred years, Zhao Linsong had long since co to terms with it; losing face was nothing compared to life, and being scolded by dicine Master for a few words was not a loss.
Seeing him in this state, a trace of disappointnt flashed in Zhao Sheng’s eyes.
Just by hearing a single sentence, Zhao Sheng could ascertain that Zhao Linsong’s future achievents were limited, that he would have no fate with the Nascent Soul in this life, and it would be Yao Tian’s fortune if he could break through to the Late-stage Golden Core.
Of course, among Golden Core Masters, those who advance to Nascent Soul are one in a thousand. Zhao Sheng didn’t have much expectation to begin with.
A few days ago, to precisely monitor the spread of the blood plague, he had secretly traveled through the gathering places of various tribes across the continent, finding the situation quite delightful, with the blood plague’s progress within expectations.
Three days ago, he suddenly had a whim, flying across half a continent to stealthily arrive at the Zhao Family City on the Qianling Plain.
Upon entering the city, he sensed sothing unusual, as if a formidable enemy had secretly set their sights on the Zhao family.
Thus, Zhao Sheng secretly infiltrated the Ancestor Hall, waiting for the enemy to appear.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Ren Lingke, the Yellow Sky Sect’s Main Priest, showed up uninvited, seeking revenge for the years of lost opportunity and lost love.
If one were to delve into it, the bla lay upon Zhao Sheng.
If he hadn’t instructed Zhao Linsong to intercept Ren’s opportunity mid-way, today’s incident would not have happened.
Such is the cause and effect of the world, as if already predetermined!
“Sigh, get up! This old man’s neck is buried in the ground, and I don’t have the energy to reprimand you, this unambitious young brat.”
Zhao Sheng suddenly beca dejected, sighed, and waved his sleeve, sending out a stream of inner force to help Zhao Linsong to his feet.
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Linsong’s eyes flashed with panic, hurriedly saying, “dicine Master, you’re living perfectly well, why speak of old age and death so lightly? I think you surely have several more centuries to live.”
Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered slightly and decided not to quibble, instead continuing, “You don’t need to comfort this old man. I know better than you how many years I have left. Rather than waste words, fate has led , a wanderer of the world, to cross paths with you once again. It seems there’s still a thread of destiny between us!”
Hearing this, Zhao Linsong’s heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable anticipation arose within him.
Zhao Sheng, with a half-smile, glanced at him twice, then slowly took out a top-grade space storage seal the size of a fist from his robe and casually tossed it to Zhao Linsong.
“This old man has led a solitary life, intending to bury all my life’s collection in a tomb, waiting for future generations to discover. Yet today, by chance, I’ve encountered you, young one. Heh, now it’s all yours, kid.”
Filled with imnse excitent, Zhao Linsong secretly extended a wisp of Divine Sense into the top-grade space storage seal.
The next second, his eyes widened dramatically, shocked on the spot.
Zhao Sheng’s wealth was utterly imnse, even a tenth of it would rival the entire fortune of a Late Stage Cultivator.
Inside the storage seal, there were not only a large number of spirit stones and spirit materials but also several high-level techniques, and the most precious four magical treasures, the highest quality being the Nine Dragon Thunder Seal, the Sect Treasure of the Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire Sect.
Additionally, the most valuable were unquestionably the three high-level talisman treasures, each containing Zhao Sheng’s full force attack, enough to kill one or two mid to early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators without question.
Zhao Linsong had always felt that dicine Master was not only extrely mysterious but also possessed unfathomable cultivation, likely a reclusive Nascent Soul.
Just one strike had turned Ren Lingke to ashes, which was the best proof.
But after seeing the contents inside the space storage seal, Zhao Linsong realized he had greatly underestimated dicine Master.
This person was by no ans a re reclusive Nascent Soul but an unparalleled master standing at the peak of the continent.
With slightly trembling hands, Zhao Linsong held the space storage seal, intending to bow to dicine Master.
But the scene before him was empty, with not a shadow in sight!
dicine Master couldn’t even be bothered to say goodbye, leaving just like that!
Zhao Linsong looked around, then raised his head to the vast sky, suddenly feeling a sense of loss.
At that mont, an intuition welled up within him, a premonition that his fate with dicine Master had co to an end in this life.
…
On the afternoon of the third day, a streak of light flew from the horizon, landing deep within the back mountain of Yellow Heaven Peak.
Monts later, Zhao Wanong, who was sitting in ditation on the high platform within the Black King Cave, suddenly sensed sothing, imdiately opening his eyes to a very familiar figure.
A look of joy appeared on Zhao Wanong’s face as he imdiately stood up and respectfully greeted, “Wannong welcos the return of the Ancestor!”
“No need for formalities! This old man asks you, how is the situation in the territory you are responsible for?”
Facing the Ancestor’s inquiry, Zhao Wanong imdiately took out a Jade Pupil Scroll from his sleeve, handing it over.
Zhao Sheng sent a wisp of Divine Thought into the Jade Pupil Scroll, and a torrent of information instantly flooded his mind.
“Very good, the progress is indeed as this old man predicted! It seems the cultivators of the Mingye Realm are so used to being above that they almost cannot perceive the mundane transformative tribulations. The Nine Demon Continent is already eighty percent infected with the plague, just in ti to assign people to infiltrate the Heavenly Curtain, Giant Wilderness, and other continents.” Zhao Sheng smashed the Jade Pupil Scroll with a single thought, a satisfied smile on his face.
Hearing this, Zhao Wanong quickly said, “Reporting to Ancestor, the Ninth Ancestor had already, ten days ago, sent out a large number of Yellow Sky Sect mbers under the guise of spreading teachings to the other three continents. All of them are ‘Plague ssengers’.”
Zhao Sheng showed slight astonishnt, then nodded, “Oh, it is so! That’s fine.”
With that, he input a ssage into the Communication Jade hanging at his waist.
Not long after, Zhao Zhenhai arrived swiftly with Zhao Gujiu, landing in front of Zhao Sheng and Zhao Wanong.
The mont they t, Zhao Zhenhai seed very excited, eagerly asking, “Qiong Tian, you finally returned. Is what you said just now true?”
“Absolutely! Otherwise, how could our ancestor bear to let the Ninth Ancestor co?” Zhao Sheng smiled slightly, his expression very serious as he spoke.
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