Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

In the stone pavilion, Qian Zhenzi said solemnly, "Junior Zhao, I must return to Pocket World City."

Oh!

Zhao Sheng recalled recent news about Pocket World City and tentatively asked, "Senior Brother Qian, are you going to take charge of Ling Kong Temple?"

Ling Kong Temple is one of the three major branches of the Origin Return Sect in Pocket World City. Recently, due to insufficient supplies of Essence Blood Pearls, the former Dean was recalled to the sect, leaving the position vacant.

"Indeed!" Qian Zhenzi nodded and then added, "I hope Junior Brother will come to help me, as this position of Vice Dean is meant for no one but Junior Brother."

Zhao Sheng was moved inside, but he expressed difficulty outwardly, "Thank you for your kind offer, Senior Brother, but I had not truly considered leaving the mountains."

Qian Zhenzi's gaze intensified as he looked at Zhao Sheng and pondered, "Since Junior Brother is unwilling, we shall not discuss it further. However, I now wish to ask a favor of you?"

There is a saying that goes, "receiving gifts makes the mouth soft!"

Having just accepted a favor, Zhao Sheng naturally could not insult the other's face.

"Senior Brother, feel free to speak your mind."

"Upon taking over Ling Kong Temple, I cannot assume office empty-handed. Therefore, I would like to place a long-term order with Junior Brother for supplying Ling Kong Temple with two thousand Blood Refining Talismans every year."

"I knew it was this!" Zhao Sheng thought.

"You must be joking, Senior Brother. As an expert in the Talisman Tao, you surely do not need to reserve Blood Refining Talismans from me. And two thousand is simply too many."

Zhao Sheng wasn't lying; crafting two thousand Blood Refining Talismans would take him at least two months.

"My skills are nothing compared to yours, Junior Brother. Let's make it fifteen hundred! I cannot accept any less."

"Senior Brother might not know, my disciple's grandfather..."

After a period of haggling back and forth, Zhao Sheng had no choice but to agree to supply eight hundred Blood Refining Talismans to Ling Kong Temple each year, at a rate of two merit points per talisman. Find your next adventure on empire

Although Qian Zhenzi repeatedly complained verbally, he was overjoyed inside.

Among all members of the Origin Return Sect, when it came to producing large quantities of high-quality Blood Refining Talismans, there was none to the right of Zhao Sheng.

Although it was regrettable not to have drawn him to Ling Kong Temple, his objective for today was nonetheless achieved.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng jokingly and reproachfully said, "Senior Brother, you invited me here for something more than just this, didn't you?"

"Everyone knows Junior Brother is a busy man; I wouldn't trouble you to come in person for just a trivial matter. Look, what's this?"

As he spoke, Qian Zhenzi took out a Mystic Iron Bowl from his Storage Bag, which contained a shallow layer of colorless liquid that looked unremarkable.

Bang!

The Mystic Iron Bowl seemed very heavy. As soon as it was placed on the table, a dull sound echoed.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's face lit up as he eagerly asked, "Could it be that this is the Primordial Heavy Water?"

Qian Zhenzi nodded, proudly replying, "By chance, I found ten drops. Is that enough?"

"It's enough for now!" Zhao Sheng was very pleased and then thanked him, "Thank you for parting with this, Senior Brother! What would you like to exchange for it?"

Qian Zhenzi said, "I know you are wealthy, Junior Brother; give me eighty thousand Spirit Stones. If that's not feasible, an equivalent value in treasures will do!"

Zhao Sheng was momentarily stunned, but he quickly understood that Qian Zhenzi was intentionally showing goodwill.

"Then... Junior Brother might as well take advantage of Senior Brother today!" After a brief thought, Zhao Sheng readily agreed.

The details of the trade that followed need not be elaborated upon.

After collecting the Primordial Heavy Water, Zhao Sheng further inquired about various details concerning the Blood Melting God Refining Technique from Qian Zhenzi.

When he learned that Zhao Sheng had not yet practiced the technique, Qian Zhenzi was quite surprised. It had been over two years since he began, yet Zhao Sheng had resisted the temptation to practice this Divine Level Technique.

Right, that's correct!

To all cultivators who had experienced the Blood Soul Scripture, this technique seemed nothing short of miraculous.

How miraculous it was could only be appreciated by those who had actually practiced it.

For Qian Zhenzi, he had only practiced for two years, yet his cultivation had easily broken through from Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer to the Fifth Layer Realm, and his Divine Sense Power had greatly increased, now comparable to that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer Cultivator.

Although it felt quite strange, Qian Zhenzi would not refuse such an opportune favor and thus spared no detail in responding to Zhao Sheng's queries.

Half a day later, as the sun was setting and the sky was filled with an evening glow,

Zhao Sheng, feeling fulfilled, ceased talking and bid farewell to Qian Zhenzi,

The two quickly parted ways at the Open Pavilion, each heading their own way.

...

Three months later, a sudden explosion emanated from the depths of the Cultivation Room in the cave mansion. Wei Ling was startled and hurried to the edge of the quiet room, peering inside curiously.

Suddenly,

the door of the Cultivation Room flung open, and Zhao Sheng emerged with a radiant complexion.

However, contrary to his healthy appearance, his expression was unusually stern, revealing a hint of dejection.

Three months had been enough for a person to truly understand themselves.

Hmm,

All ten drops of Primordial Heavy Water had been completely consumed, resulting in hundreds of failures.

This outcome made Zhao Sheng deeply realize that he was not a true cultivation prodigy. At best, he was merely talent-based.

While he failed to Refine the Primordial Heavy Water, the practice of the Blood Soul Scripture proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

In just one day, he had easily mastered the introductory level of the Blood Refining Body Forging Technique.

Having already reached Foundation Establishment, the Qi Refining Chapter was no challenge for him, and by the three-month mark, his Cultivation Technique realm had advanced to Great Success.

Condensing essence blood required consuming a large amount of energy, but at that moment, Zhao Sheng nearly forgot about a talent that suddenly emerged prominently.

Primary Healing (Mortal Level): Due to individual Constitution differences, bodily recovery speed increases three to ten times.

After Foundation Establishment, Zhao Sheng's body recovery rate had reached the highest tenfold.

In the same realm of Great Success, while others could only condense one drop of essence blood per day, Zhao Sheng could condense three drops.

Of course, the more he produced, the greater his consumption.

Every day, Zhao Sheng consumed several times more Great Nourishing Elixir Pills and demon beast meat than others.

However, he was wealthy enough that this consumption wouldn't bankrupt him.

"Master!"

Wei Ling, noticing the troubled mood of her master, but having encountered him, had no choice but to greet him bravely.

"Hmm," Zhao Sheng nodded expressionlessly,

Seeing that the master didn't vent his anger on her, Wei Ling felt relieved and was about to bow and retreat when she heard him ask,

"What is the success rate of the Spring Breeze and Rain Talisman now?"

Wei Ling inwardly groaned, but she had to answer the master's question, so she whispered almost inaudibly, "Three... thirty percent!"

"Humph!"

Zhao Sheng snorted coldly but did not scold her.

Although Wei Ling was his disciple, Zhao Sheng didn't really care much about her.

This was all just a trade between him and Wei Youquan.

He "looked after" Wei Ling while Wei Youquan "watched" over the Golden Talisman Pavilion for him.

Seeing signs of anger in her master, Wei Ling inwardly panicked and racked her brain.

In her nervousness, she actually remembered something.

"Master, Grandfather sent a message a few days ago. He mentioned that things have been unstable at the Golden Talisman Pavilion recently and hopes you can make time to return to Pocket World City."

Oh?

Zhao Sheng was taken aback by her words and asked, "Did your grandfather mention what it was about?"

"Grandfather didn't say," Wei Ling replied, her eyes darting around.

"Hmm, understood!"

Zhao Sheng nodded, his face thoughtful.

Seeing this, Wei Ling couldn't help feeling pleased, and she tiptoed out of the room.