Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 250 - 214 Calculations and Transactions are Everywhere_2

Chapter 250: Chapter 214 Calculations and Transactions are Everywhere_2

Zhao Sheng walked down the square, strolling casually along the main thoroughfare of the city.

Under the scrutiny of his Divine Sense, the buildings on both sides of the street were also filled with people, who moved about only within the confined spaces, rarely venturing outside.

After walking a few miles, Master Jiu Chi spoke self-satisfiedly, “How about it? This old man didn’t lie to you, did he? The Spirit Clan’s moral demeanor is a hundred times more noble than the filthy and despicable Human Clan.”

“Where are the Cultivators? Have they all been executed?” Zhao Sheng asked abruptly.

“Hehe! Those above the Foundation Establishment Realm are locked in the Forbidden Prison, and the majority of the rest, after being implanted with spirit prohibitions, are thrown into the spirit mines to mine. The undersea mines near Dragon Head Island are rich in resources, so it’s also a way of recycling waste,” replied the old man.

Having heard this, Zhao Sheng contemplated in silence.

The Spirit Clan’s method of dealing with the Cultivators was indeed mysterious, and the establishment of the Refugee City was odd both inside and out.

It was clear that the Spirit Clan and Human Clan were mortal enemies. Yet, why didn’t they opt for a massacre after taking Dragon Head Island?

Could all of this somehow be related to the Star God?

At this moment, Zhao Sheng had a sudden flash of spirit light and thought that the fifty thousand people in the Refugee City and the Cultivators could all be “hostages.”

Perhaps… there was some sort of transaction between the high echelons of the two clans?

Zhao Sheng was surprised by his own bold thinking.

Suddenly,

he came to a halt, his brow furrowing slightly.

A strange scene had suddenly appeared within the range of his Divine Sense.

In a courtyard twenty-one zhang to his left, a gathering was unexpectedly taking place.

The courtyard was teeming with people, and at its center, a tall platform had been erected, upon which a dark-robed old monk was seated in a lotus position.

At that moment, he was loudly reciting Buddhist scriptures and preaching to the crowd below.

“Prajna Paramita… the light shines universally… for countless eons…”

Zhao Sheng looked up toward the courtyard, his Divine Sense sweeping over the old monk only to discover that the man was aged and merely a mortal.

Zhao Sheng turned and asked, “Senior Jiuchi, is it permitted for monks to preach in the Refugee City?”

“Hmm, it seems you’ve noticed too! It’s nothing serious. Ancient Buddhism preaching here is something the higher-ups tacitly allow. Besides, this is an internal matter of the Human Clan. It has nothing to do with our Spirit Clan. It would be even better if Ancient Buddhism could start a fight with the Star God Palace,” said Master Jiu Chi nonchalantly.

Zhao Sheng turned back around, his eyes flashing a few times before he continued walking forward.

By the time everyone had reached the city gates, Zhao Sheng had covertly counted, and along the way, he discovered three monks and thousands of “believers” who had been misled within the city.

When everyone was feeling anxious and insecure, it was the perfect time for missionary work and preaching.

Ancient Buddhism truly knew how to seize every opportunity; it likely had its own deal with the Spirit Clan as well.

Furthermore, Zhao Sheng also found that the ratio of pregnant women in the city was very high, and he saw many bizarre acts of brazen lewdness in broad daylight.

He couldn’t help but suspect that all of this was intentionally orchestrated by the Spirit Clan.

As for why? It was obviously to birth as many spirit root babies as possible.

Zhao Sheng sighed to himself. The Spirit Clan’s schemes were indeed clever!

…

While Zhao Sheng was investigating the Refugee City, located a hundred miles to the northwest of Dragon Head Island, deep within a cave mansion in a Second Order Spiritual Vein beneath the sea,

the cave mansion was draped in silver and filled with chilling cold air. Ice flowers fluttered within, spiraling as they touched any solid surface, exploding on contact and freezing everything. The white frost spread everywhere, bringing waves of bone-chilling cold with it.

Atop an ice throne deep within the spirit cave, a young man with white clothes and silver hair sat cross-legged, hands joined in prayer, breathing in and out a white light that caused the surrounding cold air to pulsate.

Suddenly, a Jade Token at the youth’s waist started flickering with light. The silver-haired young man frowned, took off the Jade Token, and sent a thread of his Divine Sense into it.

In the next instant, the information flowed on the surface of the Jade Token and into the mind of the silver-haired young man. His expression immediately turned ice-cold.

“Zhao Chonghe!… Hehe!” he muttered to himself, letting out a cold laugh before quickly returning to silence.

At the same time, in a hidden space beneath Dragon Head Island, a gaunt young man wearing a Hundred Skull Robe sat opposite a middle-aged man with a jade crown and dark armor. On the stone table between them was a portrait of someone who looked very much like Zhao Sheng.

This middle-aged man in dark armor was extremely handsome. Although he only showed the cultivation level of Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, he exuded a mysterious aura.

“Is this the target?” the thin young man slowly asked.

The middle-aged man in black armor merely gave a slight, noncommittal smile, “His real name is Zhao Chonghe, and here is some information about him. Kill him within ten days, and the ‘Skull God Scripture’ is yours.”

“Are you serious?” the thin young man asked eagerly, his eyes filled with greed.

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The middle-aged man slid two Jade Scrolls across, “One of them contains the first two levels of the ‘Skull God Scripture.’ Consider it a down payment.”

The gaunt young man snatched the Jade Scrolls, his Divine Sense probing them. Soon, a look of delight crossed his face, and he declared resolutely, “I, Skeleton Boy, will take this job!”

…

After returning from Refugee City, Zhao Sheng rejected all invitations, locking himself in the Cultivation Room for intense practice.

Three days later, in the Cultivation Room, Zhao Sheng, who was sitting cross-legged, looked serious as he continuously cast Magic Spells with his hands, merging streams of blood light into the Blood Escape Talisman suspended in mid-air.

After a quarter of an hour, the palm-sized Blood Escape Talisman, having absorbed so much essence blood and Spiritual Power, began to surge with light, gradually emitting layers of a blood-colored Light Halo.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s spirits lifted, and he spat out a mouthful of Heart Blood onto the Blood Escape Talisman.

The Blood Escape Talisman flared up with an invisible blood flame.

“Merge!”

Zhao Sheng’s gaze sharpened, and a speck of black light shot out from the Purple Mansion on his forehead, entering the Blood Escape Talisman in a flash.

Instantly, the blood flame retracted and turned into countless mysterious blood-colored runes that appeared on the surface of the talisman.

Zhao Sheng beckoned with his hand, and the Blood Soul Talisman floated over to rest in his palm.

This Blood Escape Talisman had mutated into a Blood Soul Talisman because it had integrated a strand of Divine Soul.

Zhao Sheng had devoted nearly a hundred years of intense study to the Blood Soul Talisman, which he started researching in his previous life, only recently managing to create this special Second Order tunneling talisman.

Although it was a type of tunneling talisman, it could deceive others, especially designed to target High-level Cultivators.

Upon seeing the talisman fully formed, a hint of joy appeared in Zhao Sheng’s eyes. He carefully hid it in the secret pocket at his waist.

Half a month later.

The door to the long-sealed chamber burst open, and Zhao Sheng stepped out at a leisurely pace.

However, as soon as Zhao Sheng stepped out of the cave mansion, he suddenly turned his head, his expression shifting as he looked to one side.

There, a flash of light appeared, and two figures sped toward him with lightning speed.

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes seeing this, as the two figures seemed to be coming straight for him.

Boom, boom!

The two figures landed abruptly a few yards in front of Zhao Sheng, stirring up a gust of wind and revealing the identities of two young men.

The leader was dressed in a snow-white robe, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with handsome features and a clear distinction between the brows, from which starlight seemed to emanate, giving the illusion of a person not merely standing there but resembling a frigid ice flower.

The other man, tall and skinny, possessed defined, iron-like muscles that hinted at explosive strength beneath.

“Who might you two be?” Zhao Sheng asked calmly, regarding the evidently hostile pair.

“I am Wang Fuyu of the Spirit Clan, and this is Wang Fuchong.” The man in the white robe looked Zhao Sheng up and down before letting out a snicker.

Wang Fuchong, dressed in black, kept his piercing gaze fixed on Zhao Sheng’s eyes without immediately speaking.

“Oh, so it’s the Young Masters of the Spirit Clan. My apologies for the disrespect! May I ask why you have graced me with your presence?” Zhao Sheng, undisturbed by their stares, asked indifferently.

“Are you the wild boy who just returned from outside?” Wang Fuchong finally spoke up, his cold smile apparent.

“Hmph,” Zhao Sheng snorted.

“Good, you do look fairly decent. We’ve come to tell you that the Ice King has abandoned you. Don’t delude yourself any longer,” Wang Fuchong said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng was momentarily taken aback, but he quickly curled the corners of his mouth upwards and scrutinized the two men before him with an odd look.

“What, need us to repeat it? The Ice King is exalted beyond measure. Someone of your lowly stature is unworthy of the name of the Ice King’s disciple.”

Seeing Zhao Sheng’s reaction, Wang Fuchong huffed and spoke with an unmistakable note of finality.