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Chapter 1495: Chapter 809: Alliance and First Entry
Two months later.
"Boss, why did you choose the Samadhi True Fire Technique? It’s quite ordinary, only somewhat useful in Alchemy. It would be better if you learned the Golden Light Flying Sword Technique like me, at least..."
In a corner of the cafeteria, the mischievous boy Chen Polu lay by the table, chattering at Zhao Sheng, looking as if he was frustrated at his lack of ambition.
Zhao Sheng leisurely drank his medicinal porridge, completely ignoring the chatter of the person next to him.
Around the two, over a dozen youths focused on eating their meat and porridge, not daring to get involved at all.
"Hey, Boss, at least say something..." Chen Polu said, his mouth dry, but seeing that his boss was unresponsive, he grew three parts annoyed.
As they spoke, a tall and handsome young man walked over with big strides, followed by three to four companions, each around fifteen or sixteen years old, standing a head taller than others. However, one of them had a bruised and swollen nose, looking terrified, clearly having been dealt with quite harshly.
The handsome young man came to the table, glanced around, saw the long table was full with no seats left.
He gave Zhao Sheng a slight smile and sat down grandiosely.
The bruised and swollen faced person showed fear, hurriedly rushing in before he sat down, getting under him on all fours becoming a human chair.
The handsome youth, using a person as a stool, looked quite imposing, suddenly laughed heartily, saying, "Zhao Sheng, there are few in our cohort who catch my eye, and you are one of them. I have a suggestion; let’s form an alliance, and join forces against future enemies, what do you say?"
In this lifetime, Zhao Sheng was unsatisfied with the original host’s name being too rustic, so he reverted to his original name.
After countless lifetimes, with time spanning ten thousand years, he finally openly called himself Zhao Sheng again, the Sheng of Ascension.
He thought that under the heavens, no one could connect this name to a small cultivator from the Lower Realm ten thousand years ago, not even a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Chen Polu looked up, revealing a bit of wariness and temptation, hurriedly shouting, "Wu Chengsi, who doesn’t know your intentions? You say it’s an alliance, but actually you want to annex Geng Ninth Room. Laozi tells you four words: daydreaming!"
The handsome young man named Wu Chengsi, was one of the rare three spirit roots among the Lower Six Courtyards, becoming the head of Geng Third Branch early on due to his excellent talent and being an adult.
Not only that, recently he had been gathering allies, with a clear intention to unify Geng Hall.
"Noisy!" Wu Chengsi’s gaze turned sharp upon hearing this, coldly yelled, and suddenly waved his hand, a streak of white light shooting towards Chen Polu.
Zhao Sheng flicked his fingers, and a fist-sized crimson Fireball shot out, colliding directly with the white light.
Boom!
The white light was easily consumed by the firelight, bursting into a huge flame mid-air.
Wu Chengsi’s eyes narrowed slightly, slowly putting down his hand, speaking in a deep voice, "Now in Geng Hall, except you, Geng First Room, and Geng Fifth Room, other rooms have already formed alliances with me. It’s the trend of the times, Zhao Sheng, you should know what choice to make.
Let me tell you another piece of news, two months later, the current Magic Battle will begin. If we don’t form an alliance, how can we compete with other lower courtyards?"
"Alright!" Zhao Sheng nodded, agreeing without hesitation.
To him, this childish game was a waste of effort, better to just go with the flow since the other party wanted to take the lead.
Wu Chengsi was stunned hearing this, not expecting him to agree so readily, if he had known, he wouldn’t have pressured him.
"Boss, think it over! This pretty boy has no good intentions, clearly wanting to annex us—" Chen Polu was anxious, having just tasted the power, how could he give it up easily.
"Great! Three days later, come to my Geng Third Branch. The heads of other rooms will be there too, and we can formally form an alliance then."
Finishing, Wu Chengsi stood up and departed grandly, his companions laughing, quickly following behind.
The one who had been a chair on the ground slowly got up and left dejectedly, not daring to show any resentment on his face.
"Boss—" Chen Polu was very unwilling and wanted to persuade him again.
"Let’s go!"
Just then, Zhao Sheng suddenly stood up and strode out of the cafeteria.
...
Time passed, and three months went by unnoticed.
When the last day ended, Geng Ninth Room was filled with cries.
In three months, those who hadn’t entered Qi Refinement were all forcibly taken away, and their whereabouts became unknown.
Now, only five people remained in Geng Ninth Room.
A few days later, the Lower Six Courtyards again saw changes, leaving only four beds per room, making the space more spacious.
At the same time, everyone’s treatment improved significantly, not only with better food but also with two hours daily to use the Spirit Gathering Room for cultivation.
Additionally, the biggest change was the start of the Magic Battle, also known as the "Great Battle" by the people.
To stimulate the courage to win, the rewards for the Magic Battle were very generous, including Spirit Stones, Elixir Pills, Magic Artifacts, and even a chance to enter a higher layer of the Scripture Storage Tower to select cultivation techniques.
The Magic Battle had no restrictions on injury or death, and no restriction on the number of participants. One could concede or exit voluntarily. The last ten standing would receive certain rewards.
The longer one persisted, the later they were eliminated, the more generous the rewards would be.
To be the ultimate winner, the Lower Six Courtyards formed various groups, big and small.
Some lower courtyards like Geng Hall even unified early on, with the Alliance Hierarch being Wu Chengsi.
The upper echelons of the Zhao Family managing the Lower Six Courtyards not only turned a blind eye to this group forming, but even subtly encouraged it.
Days later, on White Stone Square, a chubby old man, unusually serious, looked at nearly four hundred young boys and girls below, coldly delivering a message:
"Five years! You only have five years. Five years later, anyone not reaching Qi Refining Fourth Level will be eliminated!"
Everyone had a solemn expression, not daring to question it.
In just three months, faced with the rule of the strong preying on the weak, everyone had recognized the harsh reality and quickly matured.
"Seven days from now, the first Magic Battle will begin. Everyone must participate, and battlefields will be determined by drawing lots. At that time, life and death will be left to fate! If your strength is insufficient, it is best to concede early to save your life." The chubby old man finished, grinning, showing two rows of sharp teeth.
...
In the deep night, everyone else was already asleep.
Zhao Sheng quietly sat up, his Divine Sense expanding to cover the room, seeing everyone was in a deep sleep.
He dressed, got out of bed, and silently left the room.
Before long, Zhao Sheng arrived at an unoccupied corner, slowly closed his eyes, and his Spirit gradually communicated with the mysterious void.
In the void, darkness surged like tides, he seemed to arrive at a vast and boundless Void, deep, mysterious, and dead silent.
Time slowed down, and in the depths of the vast dark universe, faint starlight appeared, flickering uncertainly, extremely vague, seemingly might extinguish at any time.
Zhao Sheng concentrated his Spirit, striving to connect with the brightest star.
He didn’t know how long it took, but his Spirit suddenly shook, finally linking with the starlight, and a complex spiral pattern instantly imprinted on his heart, never to be erased.
In the next second, Zhao Sheng’s figure flashed, disappearing into thin air without a trace.