Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1493: Chapter 808: Ninth Life Begins, Three Extremes Zhao Family

No one knows how long it has been, but Zhao Sheng awoke from the darkness. Before he could think much, intense pain spread throughout his body, snapping him out of his confusion as countless memory images inexplicably surged into his mind.

He remembered!

In this life, his name is Zhao Ergou, born in a rural farm, his family was dirt poor. At the age of ten, it was detected that he had a Spirit Root, and then he was taken away by the Main Family, to be sold... After traveling thousands of miles, he was eventually sold to a cultivation family: the Three Extremes Zhao Family.

From the first day he joined, Zhao Ergou ate meat to his heart’s content for the first time, and was also beaten to near death for the first time. It was also the first time he saw a cultivator flying with Sword Control.

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng sat up, looked around, and found that the room was eight or nine zhang wide, with green brick walls, cypress beams, and simple furnishings. Twenty beds were arranged in two rows, in order.

His bed was close to the innermost part, never seeing sunlight all year round, cold and damp, indicating his low status among the room’s occupants.

Huh?

While glancing around, Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed sharply as he suddenly sensed something unusual because his gaze "accidentally" penetrated the wall and saw the scene behind it, a room almost identical, with twenty beds arranged within.

Divine Sense?!

In this life, he had not yet truly begun cultivation, yet he had already developed Divine Sense.

Zhao Sheng’s heart leapt for joy, but he quickly calmed down. Reincarnated so many times, his Divine Soul unknowingly expanded countless times, developing Divine Sense innately was no surprise.

With a creak, the door was suddenly pushed open, and seven or eight teenagers filed in.

The leading teenager was fat and strong, with a panther-like head and rounded eyes, looking quite fierce.

Seeing Zhao Sheng awake, the fierce teenager strode over, arrogantly shouting, "Little Dog, do you submit now?"

Little Dog?

Are you calling me?

Zhao Sheng was stunned, and images flashed in his mind; he remembered, in his previous life, it was this person who led a beating that left him unconscious.

The reason for the beating was simple: someone wanted to establish authority, and his weak build made him the perfect target.

A thought flickered, and Zhao Sheng beckoned to the fierce teenager with a hand, saying, "Come, come over here!"

Seeing this, the fierce teenager was furious, rolled up his sleeves, charged to the bed, and threw a punch at Zhao Sheng’s face.

Ah!

The next second, the fierce teenager suddenly let out a miserable scream, his body softened, and he knelt by the bed, his upper body lying on the edge of the bed.

Zhao Sheng reached out and patted the teenager’s face, smiling at him, and said, "What’s your name?"

The fierce teenager was terrified, feeling itchy and numb all over, his limbs twitching uncontrollably. He was so frightened he responded quickly, "My name is Chen Polu."

As soon as he finished, he asked in horror, "What kind of Evil Skill did you just use? Why can’t I move?"

Zhao Sheng did not answer, he looked up at the other teenagers, his gaze deep and indifferent.

The teenagers were so frightened they all took a step back, looking down, not daring to meet his gaze.

"What are your names?"

"Zhou Wuluan"

"Zheng Lie"

"Zhao Gaiguan"

...

The teenagers, panicking in their hearts, reported their names one after another.

Zhao Sheng, with a cold expression, nodded slightly, and said, "From now on, I call the shots here. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

The room was silent, the teenagers exchanged glances, and then all turned their eyes to the fierce teenager, Chen Polu.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s gaze landed on Chen Polu.

The fierce teenager’s eyes met his and immediately shivered with fear, hurriedly nodding and shouting, "I have no objection. Brother Zhao will be the boss of Geng Ninth Room from now on."

After speaking, he kept urging the others, "Call him boss quickly!"

Seeing this, the teenagers hastily clamorously called him boss.

Zhao Sheng slightly nodded, extended his right hand, and pointed at the Tan Zhong acupoint on the fierce teenager’s chest, releasing his acupoint.

The fierce teenager, Zhao Polu, felt his whole body relax, the itch and numbness disappeared, and his limbs regained sensation, making his heart both amazed and delighted.

He quickly got up, lowered his head and flattered the boss with a smile, while urging others to hand over their hidden things to show respect to the boss.

It didn’t take long for the other teenagers in the room to gradually return, and Zhao Sheng easily subdued them with a light demonstration.

...

In the morning, as the Great Sun rose, purple qi came from the east.

Among the vast courtyard with green bricks stood a White Stone Square, covering nearly ten acres, enough to accommodate ten thousand people.

As the sunlight crossed the walls and shone on the square, teams of teenagers walked into it, facing the morning sun and standing in lines according to their positions.

After a while, the square was already crowded with people, roughly counting over a thousand.

At this moment, a gigantic green toad, as large as a cow, suddenly leaped over the wall, landing in front of the square, with a corpulent old man with bare chest and belly sitting cross-legged on its back.

The corpulent old man’s face was shiny with oil, his belly bulging high, looking like a woman pregnant for ten months.

However, such a fat old man, upon appearing, instantly silenced the square, sending shivers down many a spine, turning their faces ashen.

The corpulent old man’s murky eyes swept over the crowd, everyone bowed their heads solemnly, creating a pressing atmosphere.

"Today we still listen to the scripture, stand firm. The first Chapter of Jieye Moke Scripture: All ten directions living beings, with utmost sincerity and joy, wish to be born in my country, even to the extent of Ten Thoughts, if they are not born, I shall not attain Zheng Jue..."

At first, the chanting sounded solemn and majestic, gradually becoming more androgynous and sharp, like worms burrowing in their ears, eventually entering the skull, eroding souls.

Some teenagers with weak wills couldn’t hold on first, one after another bleeding from seven orifices, collapsing and soon falling into convulsions and unconsciousness.