Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1631: Chapter 877: Emperor Yuan in Peril, Immortal Law Silk Book (Part 2)

More than ten breaths later, Zhao Sheng finished checking the physical strength and bloodline purity of Yuan Chi Jiu. He casually planted two great spells in its body before withdrawing his mana and throwing it far away.

Just regaining its freedom, Yuan Chi Jiu immediately roared angrily at Zhao Sheng but did not dare to make a move or take even a step closer.

Yuan Chi Jiu shouted, appearing fierce but cowardly, “You… you are so vicious! What kind of malicious prohibition did you place on this king just now? Quickly undo it, or else… or else…”

Seeing that it couldn’t continue, Zhao Sheng took over the conversation and teased, “Or else… what?”

“Waaaaa, I’m furious!” Yuan Chi Jiu jumped around in anger, somehow adopting a theatrical tone it must have learned from somewhere.

It is said that the Red Demon Horse Monkey is naturally capable of human speech, understands Yin and Yang, perceives danger, and loves to consume gold and drink dew, delighting in fine food.

Though Yuan Chi Jiu is not a pure-blooded Divine Ape, it inherited the two innate talents of “human speech” and “danger perception.”

From the earlier confrontation, it was very clear about the terrifying power of the person before it, knowing its own life hung by this man’s whim.

At this moment, Zhao Xuan Ye was extremely shocked, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Is this still the same wild and fearless Emperor Yuan the Great Demon from before?

After some thought, Zhao Xuan Ye pleaded with Zhao Sheng, “Daoist, please show mercy. I have had a friendship with Yuan Chi Jiu for thousands of years. Though it is naturally temperamental, it doesn’t warrant death!”

Just as he finished speaking, Yuan Chi Jiu nearby suddenly stopped making noise, its pair of bright white eyes darting around, occasionally peeking at Zhao Sheng, seemingly observing his demeanor and expression stealthily.

A monkey remains a monkey, no matter how much its cultivation reaches the heavens, and it cannot shake off its nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Yuan Chi Jiu was no exception.

Zhao Sheng glanced at it lightly and suddenly fell silent in thought.

Seeing this, Yuan Chi Jiu felt desperate, almost scratching its ears and cheeks, its horse face growing more prominent.

One breath,

Two breaths,

After three breaths, Zhao Sheng felt it was about time and was about to speak.

At that moment, the sky suddenly split open, and a short figure appeared out of nowhere before the two of them.

The newcomer was less than five feet tall, with a delicate face, muscles bulging all over his body, standing there like a majestic, unmovable mountain.

Upon seeing the figure clearly, Zhao Xuan Ye was utterly shocked, hurriedly stepping forward to bow and greet, “Zhao Family member of the Xuan generation, Zhao Xuan Ye, pays respects to the Third Ancestor!”

Zhao Sheng also stepped forward to greet, “Chonghe, has met the Third Ancestor!”

Zhao Dashan, with a beaming red face, cheerfully motioned for the two of them to rise and not to be ceremonious.

On the other side, Yuan Chi Jiu, upon seeing Zhao Dashan, was like a rat before a cat, trembling uncontrollably, past painful memories flashing in its mind.

Zhao Dashan glanced around, and upon spotting Yuan Chi Jiu not far away, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head to Zhao Sheng and eagerly asked, “Chonghe, is that matter… successful?”

Zhao Sheng made no sound and merely nodded slightly.

Ha ha!

Zhao Dashan was overjoyed, unable to hold back his laughter, “Great, great, after more than two hundred thousand years of patient waiting, today’s wish is finally fulfilled.”

Zhao Xuan Ye observed their expressions closely, vaguely sensing that something extraordinary was about to occur.

He didn’t know what the joyous event was, but it was certainly no small matter; otherwise, even the Third Ancestor wouldn’t display such obvious delight.

Zhao Sheng smiled, then conveyed a message through divine thought to Zhao Dashan, briefly narrating the matter of the Golden Crane Great Saint’s Dharma transmission, finally revealing the Great Saint’s last wish secretly.

Hearing this, Zhao Dashan abruptly turned toward Yuan Chi Jiu, his gaze somewhat peculiar, holding a certain indescribable meaning.

Yuan Chi Jiu’s heart chilled, its incredible instinct intuition instantaneously alerting it that something… significant was amiss!

It intended to escape back to Cloud Peach Mountain, yet before it could act, Zhao Dashan cast an eye over, making Yuan Chi Jiu obediently stay put.

Zhao Dashan withdrew his gaze, pondering aloud, “This matter is not difficult but requires some time and fortune.”

With that, Zhao Dashan glanced at Zhao Xuan Ye and decisively stated, “Xuan Ye has stationed at Great Saint Ridge for nearly ten thousand years; it’s most reassuring to entrust him with this task!”

Saying so, Zhao Dashan transmitted a strand of divine thought to the bemused Zhao Xuan Ye.

A breath later, Zhao Xuan Ye was taken aback, involuntarily glancing at Yuan Chi Jiu, his gaze laden with profound meaning.

By now, he understood why the First Daoist suddenly paid a visit and grasped Yuan Chi Jiu’s “importance.”

With that thought concluded, Zhao Xuan Ye patted his chest reassuringly, promising repeatedly, “Rest assured, Third Ancestor! Leave this matter to me, and I shall complete the task swiftly.”

Zhao Dashan solemnly declared, “Very well, once this matter is resolved, I’ll grant you one entry into the Scripture Pavilion, including the top three layers.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan Ye was overjoyed, his face flushed with excitement as he nodded repeatedly.

He knew very well how precious the promise the Third Ancestor made was, for the top layer of the Scripture Pavilion held the family’s most valuable immortal law inheritance.

Even though he held the status of a Returning to Void Realm elder, he had no right to practice any immortal law.

After making the promise, Zhao Dashan took a step toward Zhao Sheng, pointing into the Void.

In an instant, a “portal” appeared out of thin air in front of them.

“Chonghe, come with me,” Zhao Dashan said and stepped into the portal.

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly at Zhao Xuan Ye before also stepping into the portal, his figure disappearing from sight.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuan Ye took a deep breath, then smiled warmly at Yuan Chi Jiu not far away.

“Emperor Yuan, I have a jar of thousand-year-old…”

…

Just as Zhao Xuan Ye began to curry favor with Yuan Chi Jiu, Zhao Sheng once again entered Chongyue Cave Heaven.

Amidst towering mountains, a peak soared into the skies, proudly standing. Atop the mountain, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Dashan stood side by side, witnessing an ancient stone hall rising from below.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes glimmered, and with a flip of his hand, a golden silk scroll appeared in his palm.

“Third Ancestor, this scroll contains the entire ‘Heaven-Supporting One Qi Technique.’ Please have a look.”

Saying this, Zhao Sheng handed the golden silk scroll to Zhao Dashan.

Zhao Dashan eagerly opened the scroll, gazing at the countless ancient symbols on it, his eyes shining with divine light, as substantial streams of divine thought flooded into the scroll.

Instantly, the golden silk scroll radiated a bright light, with endless ancient symbols pouring out in a torrent, continuously entering Zhao Dashan’s brow’s Purple Mansion.

Zhao Sheng stood quietly observing beside, another golden silk scroll quietly appearing in his right hand.

After a long while, Zhao Dashan slowly closed the golden silk scroll, with a slight hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Unlike a Dharma transmission bestowed by the Golden Crane Great Saint, merely “memorizing” the entire Heaven-Supporting One Qi Technique text consumed five to six tenths of Zhao Dashan’s Primordial Spirit power.

“Third Ancestor, here is an incomplete scroll of the ‘Sky Demon Transformation Technique,’ please have a look.”

Before he could catch his breath, Zhao Sheng handed over another golden silk scroll.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dashan immediately roused himself, taking the golden silk scroll and starting to read it again.

Then, a long time later…

“Third Ancestor, this is an incomplete scroll of the ‘Supreme Yin Talisman Scripture,’ please have a look.”

“Third Ancestor, it’s rumored that the ‘Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique’ was granted by the Supreme Dao Ancestor, you shouldn’t miss it.”

“Third Ancestor, the ‘Power Extreme Original Scripture’ is…”

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly at Zhao Xuan Ye before stepping into the portal, disappearing from sight.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuan Ye took a deep breath, then looked warmly at Yuan Chi Jiu not far away.

“Emperor Yuan, I have a jar of thousand-year-old…”

…

Just as Zhao Xuan Ye began to curry favor with Yuan Chi Jiu, Zhao Sheng once again entered Chongyue Cave Heaven.

Amidst towering mountains, a peak soared into the skies, proudly standing. Atop the mountain, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Dashan stood side by side, witnessing an ancient stone hall rising from below.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes glimmered, and with a flip of his hand, a golden silk scroll appeared in his palm.

“Third Ancestor, this scroll contains the entire ‘Heaven-Supporting One Qi Technique.’ Please have a look.”

Saying this, Zhao Sheng handed the golden silk scroll to Zhao Dashan.

Zhao Dashan eagerly opened the scroll, gazing at the