Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 1587 - 856: The Human Heart Is Hard to Fathom

Chapter 1587: Chapter 856: The Human Heart Is Hard to Fathom

Four months later, the quiet courtyard was once again stepped into by someone.

With a flash of radiance, Zhao Dashan appeared out of thin air outside the courtyard gate.

Gazing at the exquisite courtyard shrouded by a barrier, a trace of urgency flashed through Zhao Dashan’s eyes.

He flicked his finger, sending a gust of gang wind that struck the barrier, which then flickered intensely, releasing layers of ripples.

After more than ten breaths, the slightly weary Zhao Sheng pushed open the courtyard gate and came out.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Dashan asked with concern, "Chonghe, you don’t look well. Should we delay it for a few days?"

Zhao Sheng knew what he was referring to and waved his hand, "No problem! Since an appointment has been made, it naturally can’t be broken."

"Alright, come with me, old man."

After speaking, a halo rose slowly from behind Da Shan’s head.

The halo quickly expanded into a portal, with Zhao Dashan passing through first, followed by Zhao Sheng.

The two of them emerged from the portal and found themselves once again at the square in front of the secret pavilion.

At this moment, an elderly man, thin as a stick with a face full of wrinkles, was already waiting there, none other than Zhao Jinhua, whom they had met once before.

"Jinhua, paying respects to the Three Ancestors! Greetings, Daoist Master." As soon as Zhao Jinhua saw the two appear, he immediately stepped forward to bow in salute.

Zhao Dashan’s expression turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Jinhua, this matter is of great importance. You must ensure there are no errors midway. Should there be any mistakes, your death ten times over would not offset the blame!"

Zhao Jinhua’s expression was extremely grave, "Grandson dares to guarantee with his life, to assist Daoist Master in successfully completing the mission."

"Good, remember your words," Zhao Dashan nodded and then turned his head to look over.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng suddenly communicated telepathically, "Three Ancestors, do you remember the great surprise I mentioned before?"

Zhao Dashan’s heart was stirred, and he immediately replied telepathically, "What great surprise?"

"Let’s speak in private," Zhao Sheng pulled him further away and then deployed a layer of pure white barrier to isolate them from outside.

Then, he cautiously took out a gray cloth bag and a Jade Scroll from his bosom and handed them to Zhao Dashan.

"Three Ancestors, whatever you do, do not casually break the sealing talisman on the bag. Please first look at this Jade Scroll."

Zhao Dashan, seeing his mysterious demeanor, could not help but have his curiosity greatly aroused. He immediately split a trace of Divine Thought and probed into the Jade Scroll.

The next second, Zhao Dashan was so shocked that he almost jumped on the spot.

"...the refining technique for the Wind Stabilizing Pearl, where did you get it? And that Demon Refining Heart Technique, the True Immortal Finger Bone inside the bag... these... never mind, just pretend I never asked."

Halfway through speaking, Zhao Dashan suddenly realized something inappropriate and quickly stopped himself.

Zhao Sheng smiled, communicating telepathically, "The ancestor wishes to cross the Majestic Wind Tribulation, and the Wind Stabilizing Pearl is perfect for him. However, a genuine Wind Stabilizing Pearl is a top-tier True Immortal Artifact, beyond our meager cultivation to refine. The ancestor possesses vast Divine Skills; refining a Small Wind Stabilizing Pearl should be no trouble."

"No trouble at all!" Zhao Dashan was exceedingly joyful, nearly unable to contain his excitement.

Only he knew how precious this refining technique for the Wind Stabilizing Pearl truly was, and how crucial it was for both the ancestor and the Ten Lands Zhao Clan. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Its value was beyond what words could describe!

"Chonghe, the old man does not know what to say for now. In short, you have made a great contribution. If the ancestor can cross the Majestic Wind Tribulation, you will be the first to merit!

...You, you should not go now, come with me to pay respects to the ancestor!" Zhao Dashan expressed emotionally.

"Three Ancestors, I will not go. The ancestor has supported the Zhao Clan’s sky, and if Chonghe can contribute some effort for the ancestor, it is my fortune. As they say, the success does not have to be mine, but I will certainly be part of it! Let this be an encouragement for us both," Zhao Sheng said with a solemn expression.

"Well said!"

Zhao Dashan praised him endlessly, looking at him with admiration in his gaze, as if to say: Young one, your future path has widened!

A moment later, Zhao Sheng dismissed the barrier and returned with Zhao Dashan to the original place.

Zhao Jinhua, seeing the barely concealed joy on the face of the Three Ancestors, although immensely curious, dared not inquire rashly.

"Jinhua, listen well. Even if you die, you must ensure Chonghe returns safely. Do you understand?" Zhao Dashan sternly warned.

Zhao Jinhua’s heart quivered, and he quickly stated loudly, "Rest assured, Three Ancestors. Even if grandson risks his life, he will not let the Daoist Master suffer any harm."

Zhao Sheng, upon hearing this, immediately said, "That’s too much. It’s merely a meeting with someone, nothing will happen."

Zhao Dashan did not speak but gave Zhao Jinhua a heavy look.

Zhao Jinhua silently nodded, then took out an Orbit Instrument Jade Plate.

More than twenty breaths later, a gray-white vortex suddenly appeared several zhang high in mid-air above the square. Zhao Jinhua and Zhao Sheng bid farewell to the Three Ancestors and disappeared into the vortex.

...

Wuchang City was not large, about seven hundred steps in length and width, with a population of only over two thousand.

The city walls on all four sides were no higher than two zhang, composed of yellow clay on the inside, wrapped in two layers of blue bricks on the outside.

There were two cross streets running north and south in the city, lined with shops in a dense array: pharmacies, inns, paper shops, grain and oil shops, cloth stores, etc., a wide variety.

The sky was dim, the cold wind howling, and few pedestrians were on the streets; occasionally, one or two people hurriedly passed across the streets, quickly slipping into some shop.

In a dilapidated courtyard on the east side of the city, two figures appeared out of nowhere.

Zhao Jinhua glanced at the sky, his expression changing drastically on the spot, quickly pulling Zhao Sheng to hide in the east wing room.

A few breaths later, Zhao Jinhua crouched at the window slit, peeking at the courtyard outside.

Zhao Sheng sensed something amiss, and suddenly a thought occurred, his Will expanding in waves in all directions, swiftly covering the courtyard and the two nearby alleys.