Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 482 - 322: Human Life as Insignificant as Grass and Mustard Seed_2

Chapter 482: Chapter 322: Human Life as Insignificant as Grass and Mustard Seed_2

Just the agricultural property alone, the ledgers in the temple showed they possessed over one million mu of land, with the good quality fields accounting for almost half of Hufeng County.

However, agricultural produce was just one of the less outstanding assets of the Soul Comforting Temple; the main profit came from the yields of cultivation-related spirit fields and spirit mines.

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The Flying Car sped along rapidly, and in a short while, it had covered dozens of li.

At that moment, an ancient city densely populated and bustling with traffic and high city walls suddenly appeared before Zhao Sheng’s eyes.

Still, without a moment’s pause, the Flying Car swiftly circled the city and continued along the imperial road towards the distance.

When the smaller of the twin suns had set and the sky had grown slightly darker, the sunlight no longer scorching,

Two White Tigers, panting heavily, expelled steaming hot mists from their mouths, soon stopping their charge and eventually halting in front of a vast mansion with green brick and red tiles, an antique charm, and numerous pavilions and terraces.

As soon as Zhao Sheng and Gui Li got down from the car, a group of gorgeously dressed, impressive-looking middle-aged and elderly people crowded forward to greet them.

After a moment, four Flying Cars hurriedly arrived from afar.

Four half-grown youths leapt down from the cars, each followed by a middle-aged man.

They didn’t dare to voice their complaints; they just kept smiling faces and then crowded around Zhao Sheng, leading him into the mansion.

As night fell, in a high and spacious building deep within the mansion, the lights were brilliant, and the music of strings and bamboo spilled out; slender beauties swayed gracefully on the open ground before the banquet, their singing voices captivating,

The atmosphere at the banquet was enthusiastic; everyone was all smiles, the endless sounds of praise and flattery reaching their peak as if the party had reached its climax.

The prime seats were undoubtedly occupied by Zhao Sheng and Gui Li, while the four Daoist Children and Guardian Martial Sect were seated at the side.

Zhao Sheng was not in high spirits, propping his cheek in one hand with a vacant gaze, indifferent to the compliments being offered by those around him, his heart seemingly not there anymore.

At this moment, one of the round-faced Daoist Child surreptitiously winked at the host and secretly made a few hand gestures.

Upon seeing this, Zou Family Master had a sudden realization, and quickly clapped his hands together; the singing and dancing at the banquet immediately stopped, and with another wave of his hand, the dancers respectfully and silently retired.

With a smiling face, Zou Family Master said to Zhao Sheng in a loud voice, “The wine and dances in the countryside are simple and plain, I hope Master Bao will be understanding. Having learned of Master’s visit to our estate, I’ve specially prepared a corpse-fighting play to amuse our distinguished guests.”

At the mention of the performance, everyone’s interest was piqued; a chubby Daoist Child immediately stood up and shouted, “Since it’s a performance, we must have some stakes to make it exciting! Otherwise, who would care to watch?”

“Exactly, Junior Brother Fang speaks well! How about letting Old Man Zou handle the wagers, let the competitors in the corpse-fighting appear first, and then we’ll place our bets?”

“Sanbao Brother, what do you think? You won quite a bit from me last time, this time I intend to win it all back, with interest.”

Zhao Sheng dropped his hand and glanced over the table at the many meaningful gazes, then suddenly cracked a smile, “Alright! I’ve always been one for gambling, and tonight I’m determined to break the bank and win to my heart’s content. Old Man Zou, hurry and let them take the stage.”

Upon seeing this, Old Man Zou lightly clapped his hands, and teams of green-clothed servants streamed out, skillfully cleared the dining tables, and offered tea and pastries.

At the same time, accompanied by the sound of dragging chains, two groups of people entered from outside the building.

One group pushed a gaunt young man wearing a wooden cangue around his neck, with arms tightly bound behind his back and feet shackled with heavy iron chains.

The other group was carrying a locust wood coffin, from which scratching noises were emitted.

Seeing this arrangement, Zhao Sheng knew what was coming—the corpse-fighting was a very popular form of entertainment in the Great Gu Dynasty.

The outcomes of these deadly fights were either a person being eaten by a zombie or a zombie being torn apart by a person.

As the coffin lid was lifted, a nine-feet-tall zombie with a body covered in white fur and eyes filled with bloodred hatred stood up straight out of the coffin.

This zombie was a White-Haired Walking Corpse, its brute strength no less than that of a first-class martial arts expert.

A youth with a powdered face laughed out loud upon seeing this, “Ha! This is clearly like giving us money! Come on, what’s the wager? I’ll definitely bet on the living corpse!”

Others, seeing this scene, also nodded in approval, very satisfied with the Zou Family’s thoughtfulness.

Zhao Sheng’s brow furrowed then quickly relaxed, shaking his head vigorously, “No, that’s no good! I want to see an evenly matched fight, what’s the pleasure in seeing someone get ripped apart instantly? Get another person!”

“This…” Zou Family Master hesitated briefly, then catching the signal from his grandson, his mind was made up, and with a smile and a nimble hand clap,

The frail youth was about to be dragged away.

However, at this moment, he suddenly struggled with all his strength, his face filled with urgency, and he made whimpering noises from his mouth.

Hmm?

Zhao Sheng’s gaze flashed as he ordered, “Remove the gag from his mouth, let’s hear what he has to say.”

Without waiting for the master’s command, someone obediently removed the shoved-in wood core.

The frail youth coughed a few times, and with a stubborn face, he shouted at the Zou Family, “You didn’t keep your word. You said that after I fight this last battle, no matter the outcome, my family’s high-interest debt would be forgiven.

If I win, there would also be one hundred taels of silver to take. My sister is waiting for me to redeem her! You didn’t keep your word! I can fight, I can still fight!”

“Haha, this is interesting! A lowly one actually has such loyalty and righteousness. Why not just let him fight then, so no one can say we’ve broken our promise.”

“The point is well made! But I wonder what Brother Bao thinks?”

Seeing everyone looking over, Zhao Sheng’s face showed a trace of irritation, and he said impatiently, “Are you done? Are my words not valid now, huh? It’s just one hundred taels of silver; Master is in a good mood today, and he will reward it!”

As he said this, he reached into his bosom, but suddenly came up empty-handed.

But in the next second, Zhao Sheng’s face was full of pride as he pulled out a yellow paper talisman, showing off intentionally, “Master doesn’t have silver on him, but talismans aplenty, one worth one hundred taels, today only, no exchange after date, who wants it!”

“I want it!”

“I want it!”

“I want it too!”

As the people eagerly raised their hands, Patriarch Zou signaled to his clan not to join the hubbub while coughing, and said softly, “Cough cough, this old man would also like to exchange a few. But not for one hundred taels, rather at the market price, guaranteed not to lose out for Master Bao.”

Zhao Sheng casually threw the talisman, scattering them across most of the table.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, speaking indifferently, “Old man, you have quite the eye for value, you handle it! But don’t shortchange that lad. Master just finds him pleasing to the eye.”

“Master, rest assured! This old man understands.” After speaking, Patriarch Zou gestured to his servants with his eyes.

The servants quickly stepped forward with a smile, pulling the youth out. That clever, frail youth, seeing what was happening, didn’t utter a word, but the moment he stepped outside, he fiercely turned back to look at Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng appeared utterly nonchalant, as if totally unconcerned by the other person’s gaze.

After this little interlude, the Zou Family sent up a sturdy middle-aged man with double blades.

The crowd quickly placed their bets, and the deadly combat between man and zombie erupted at once.

The middle-aged man was agile, his Cold Ice Inner Qi of at least thirty years showing immense skill, and his practical experience was exceptionally commanding.

Facing a ferocious, fearless white-furred walking corpse, the man ran around the arena without engaging in a head-on clash.

His tactics were utterly correct, but unfortunately, the onlookers were a group of impatient youths.

As soon as the evasive fighting began, they started to heckle and urge him on.

Under the covert cues from the Zou Family Master, the middle-aged man had to abandon his previous tactics and engage the walking corpse in direct combat.

In an instant, blood flew and screams and blade howls filled the air. The middle-aged man quickly suffered injuries all over his body, and the wounds turned black, with the blackness rushing up to his face, clearly deeply poisoned by the zombie’s toxin.

Once the walking corpse had an arm severed, the blade-wielding middle-aged man collapsed weakly onto the ground, the outcome unmistakably a dead man and an injured zombie.

“Next one, quick, the next one!”

Urged on, the next martial artist walked resolutely onto the hall, and

“Next one, quick, the next one!”

Urged on, the next martial artist walked resolutely onto the hall, and