Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 293: Chapter 235 Hurry Up, I’m in a Rush_2

“You understand… what!”

Before the word even escaped his lips, Zhao Qingming forcibly swallowed it and gave Zhao Sheng a look of disdain.

A young boy who followed the path of Body Cultivation and primarily practiced the Fire Element dared to critique the Cultivation Technique he was practicing?

It was utterly absurd!

Zhao Qingming thought so, but he was gravely mistaken.

In this world, when it came to the understanding of the “Mystic Primordial Heavy Water Technique,” very few could surpass Zhao Sheng.

He had focused on this technique in his past two lives, and in his previous life, he had even used it as his foundation to advance to Golden Core.

Therefore, Zhao Sheng noticed at a glance that Zhao Qingming’s path was deviating, already showing signs of valuing quantity over quality.

If this continued, he might manage until just before or during the Early Middle Stage Foundation Establishment, but Zhao Sheng was sure that Zhao Qingming wouldn’t be able to overcome the qualitative transformation of Spiritual Power at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng silently shook his head; since the other party was unreceptive, he wouldn’t bother enlightening him.

Besides, even if he did, the other party wouldn’t believe him.

Despite thinking this, Zhao Sheng had already begun to secretly plan to someday write a book on the Cultivation insights of the “Mystic Primordial Heavy Water Technique,” anonymously attributing it to some Nameless Golden Core Master.

He, as an old ancestor… really had a heart full of concern for the family’s affairs.

Back to the matter at hand!

Seeing that Zhao Qingming was unappreciative, Zhao Sheng spoke no further, directly saying, “You’re no match for me.”

“And you guys, just come at me together! Whoever wins against me can have this Foundation Establishment Pill.”

Saying so, Zhao Sheng flicked his right hand, sending a pill bottle flying out. It landed three yards away on the ground and shattered, revealing a Foundation Establishment Pill radiating with spirit light within.

The Foundation Establishment Pill was given in advance by Zhao Xuanjing and here, Zhao Sheng used it as a tool to stir everyone’s fighting spirit.

Without putting their full effort into a real fight, they wouldn’t even recognize their own weaknesses!

“Are these words true?” Zhao Degang, a middle-aged, chubby man, asked with overflowing joy, preempting others by shouting out loud.

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“Believe, I thoroughly believe, count me in.” Zhao Degang repeatedly nodded and bowed, while pulling out a folding fan from around his waist.

The handsome young man beside him, Zhao Qinghua, had a gleam in his eyes that was frighteningly bright, silently producing a three-feet-long, arm-thick charred wooden club in his hand.

The wooden club had a knotted bulge the size of a head on one side, its surface pocked with burn marks, resembling nothing so much as a fire poker.

“Make your move!”

Zhao Sheng placed one hand behind his back and stretched out the other towards the crowd, his contempt obvious.

“Arrogant!”

Zhao Yanyongg, a burly man, roared and charged forward like a wild ox, his body clad in the Hundred-refined Poison Hedgehog Armor, stomping fiercely off the ground.

At the same time, the others, not wanting to be outdone, began their attacks.

Zhao Qingming: “Twine Silk Net, unite!”

A multitude of invisible water lines merged into a net of water, emerging from under Zhao Sheng’s feet, trying to bind his limbs.

Zhao Deqian threw a pebble that instantly transformed into a swarm of flying rock locusts, crashing down from above.

The others could be ignored,

for as they launched their attacks, their opponent suddenly vanished from sight. They could only hear a burst of firecracker-like rapid stepping sounds within the Dao Field.

Zhao Sheng’s physique was exceptionally formidable; despite not having trained specifically, his natural constitution was second to none among Body Refining Cultivators.

With his current strength of Divine Soul, the Immortal Spirit Realm could be stably maintained at ten times the Time Flow, occasionally stretching to the limit of twenty times.

In Zhao Sheng’s eyes, everyone else’s movements appeared like slow motion.

And the proudly instantaneous Spell cast by Zhao Qingming was simply not worth mentioning.

To prove that it amounted to nothing, Zhao Sheng decided to start with him.

“Fall down!”

The voice erupted suddenly, Zhao Qingming only felt a pain in the back of his head, his vision darkened, and he passed out instantly.

He was the first to show off, and so the first to be eliminated.

“Fall!”

“Down!”

Zhao Sheng, ethereal and elusive, flickered in and out of sight. Each time he spoke, a member of the Zhao family fell to the ground, unconscious,

all without exception hit on the back of the neck with a single palm, directly knocked out.

In fact, even a year earlier, Zhao Sheng was able to compete on equal terms with Zhao Deqian, a Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator from his family, when both were unarmed.

In this scenario, Zhao Sheng’s speed and reflexes were unmatched.

However, in his view, his own Barbaric Ancient Battle Body had yet to reveal even a fraction of its full potential—not even half.

Zhao Sheng never anticipated that in the Tianzhu Realm, the Barbaric Ancient Battle Body would suffer from unfamiliar conditions and degradation.

He had speculated that the Tianzhu Realm was just one among billions of Constant Sand Worlds and that compared to the legendary Immortal Realm, it surely lacked some critical mystical substances.

This led the Barbaric Ancient Battle Body to develop poorly, turning him into the ugly mess he is today.

It’s important to note that his father, Zhao Yancang, was famously handsome within the clan, otherwise he wouldn’t have managed to charm his mother Min Rou.

To get back to the point,

In just a few breaths, most of the people had fallen.

The remaining ones were all utterly stunned. If they couldn’t even see their opponent, how could they possibly hit him, let alone defeat him?

“Foundation Establishment, he… he must have reached the Foundation Establishment!” Zhao Degang shouted excitedly.

At that moment, including him, only four people remained standing.

The four of them stood back to back, nervously scanning their surroundings.

Snap!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck an open area of the Dao Field.

Just then, Zhao Sheng’s figure flashed, and he jumped out from that spot, his gaze surprised as he looked at Zhao Qinghua holding a black stick.

“Thunder Spirit Root? Thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Wood!” he said, slightly astonished.

Zhao Qinghua nodded slightly, and a few strands of lightning sprang up from the Thunderstruck Wood in his hand.

In the Cultivation World, Thunder Spirit Roots are extremely rare, truly one in ten thousand.

In terms of lethality, Thunder Cultivators are on par with Sword Cultivators, but in terms of speed, Thunder Skills are unmatched in the world.

Zhao Sheng clapped his hands in admiration, “Good lad, good fortune!”

“No wonder the pillar of Qi Fortune was radiating blue within the red, reaching up to more than thirty zhang, truly worthy of having the potential to ascend to Golden Core.”

Of course, he kept the latter half of the sentence to himself and did not say it aloud.

At his words, everyone felt somewhat speechless.

A young boy’s speech and demeanor were so unnaturally serious, it was extremely disconcerting.

Yet, Zhao Sheng himself was completely oblivious.

…

A few breaths later, even Zhao Degang, who had managed to last until the end, rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

This man was quite interesting; his divine soul was unusually sharp, repeatedly sensing Zhao Sheng’s movements and managing to dodge in advance, almost like he had a foreknowledge.

Caught in a whim, Zhao Sheng playfully teased him a few times before making a move to take him down after figuring out the reasons.

…

Half a month later, someone from the clan delivered a Storage Bag to Zhao Sheng.

Moments later, in the quiet room, Zhao Sheng opened the Storage Bag and dumped out a pile of items.

After a quick glance, a satisfied smile appeared on Zhao Sheng’s face.

The last resort left by the fourth generation had all been delivered to him.

Additionally, on the ground lay a pile of ten thousand Spirit Stones, forming a small mountain half a person’s height,

and in three pill bottles, there were three Foundation Establishment Pills each.

Over two hundred Geng Gold Pearls rolled across the floor, emitting faint mysterious blue lights.

There was also a palm-sized chunk of black metal covered in fish-scale patterns, emanating nine layers of light haloes, which was precisely the Nine Returns Iron Zhao Sheng had wanted.

Aside from these, a family Jade Token representing the identity of the Foundation Establishment Elders was held and fondled by Zhao Sheng.

The intention of Patriarch Zhao sending over this Jade Token early was self-evident.

Thus, from that day onward, Zhao Sheng closed his door to visitors and began his seclusion for Foundation Establishment.

Two months flew by,

and when Zhao Sheng appeared before others again, he had already become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Of course, apart from a few people like Zhao Xuanjing and Zhao Yancang, the others knew nothing of the fact that the Zhao family had finally produced a Young Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The so-called Young Foundation Establishment refers to a Cultivation genius who achieves Foundation Establishment before the age of twenty.

Compared to a lifespan of more than two hundred years, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator under twenty truly is a “youngster.”

In the Tianzhu Realm, Golden Core cultivators under a hundred are extremely rare and are usually referred to as “Daoist.”

Therefore, Young Foundation Establishment cultivators are also called “Little Taoists.”

…

Time flies, and ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

In those ten years, the Xinglong Zhao Family welcomed three more Foundation Establishment Elders.

Of the eight strong contenders from that year’s Dao performance, only Zhao Qingming successfully ascended to Foundation Establishment, while others either died or were injured beyond notice.

Today, ten years later,

The Zhao family’s Dao performance competition once again determined the new eight strong contestants.