Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 329 - 250 Hao Da’er_2

Chapter 329: Chapter 250 Hao Da’er_2

Zhao Sheng had just landed in a garden when he heard urgent shouts coming from beyond the courtyard wall.

“Young Master, slow down, please be very careful!”

“Ouch, that hurts! Young Master, please let go!”

Hearing these voices, Zhao Sheng chuckled to himself and instantly released his Divine Sense to investigate.

At the same time, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared from sight.

In an instant,

Zhao Sheng’s figure appeared at the entrance of the garden, just in time to see a small figure whirl out from around the corner, leaping like a cannonball and charging straight toward the garden entrance.

Zhao Sheng reacted quickly, embracing the little one who was flying toward him.

Bang!

At that moment, a tender fist slammed abruptly into his chin, emitting a dull thud, startlingly powerful, unimaginable for a baby barely a year old.

“You little rascal, even daring to hit your dad! It looks like I won’t get anywhere unless I spank you.”

Having said that, Zhao Sheng lifted his son high with one hand and with an all-too-skilled smack, landed it on the child’s plump bottom.

Zhao Huaying was sturdy and robust, resembling a three-foot-tall one-year-old who looked more like a four or five-year-old child.

His big black eyes stared blankly at his own father, his face full of confusion, seemingly forgetting who his father was.

Just then, three gasping and fetching maids hurried over from the side of the courtyard wall.

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“My lord, peace be with you!”

The sight of Zhao Sheng shocked them pale, and they hastily bent to pay their respects.

“No need for formalities,” Zhao Sheng said, waving his hand.

“Are you my dad?”

As if waking from a dream, Zhao Huaying instantly clung to Zhao Sheng’s arm, crying out loud, “Dad, why did you only come back now? Mom wants to beat Ying’er to death. You have to save Ying’er!”

“Have you been causing trouble again? Otherwise, why would your mom bear to hit you?”

“Ying’er didn’t! Those runes are too hard to learn, Ying’er just can’t remember them. Humph, and Mom hit me for it.” Zhao Huaying said, sounding extremely aggrieved.

Zhao Sheng was taken aback by the words; his child was only a bit over a year old, and his wife was already… so eager to see her son succeed!

The physical development and mental faculties of a one-year-old baby were comparable to those of a three or four-year-old child, which filled Zhao Sheng with joy but also some bafflement.

His son, without a doubt, had also inherited the Barbaric Ancient Battle Body bloodline.

But unlike him, his son had all the strengths of the bloodline, with none of the weaknesses he had inherited.

There was no yellowing skin or emaciation; instead, his growth was frighteningly fast, and he was not only incredibly healthy but also had an overwhelming amount of energy.

A normal one-year-old child needed to sleep at least eight hours a day, but Zhao Huaying needed only four, spending the rest of his time causing mischief and exhibiting curiosity stronger than a cat’s.

If Zhao Sheng, as the first generation with the Barbaric Ancient Battle Body, was still somewhat “maladapted” to the Tianzhu Realm, then the bloodline seemed to have undergone an adaptive mutation in his second-generation son, Zhao Huaying, who seemed to have already adjusted to the environment of the Tianzhu Realm.

However, the bloodline trait of “Fighting Heaven and Earth, the Barbaric Ancient knows no master!” was also beginning to manifest in his son.

Zhao Huaying was naturally hot-tempered, restless, combative, impatient, and sometimes stubborn, already showing signs of a Frenzied Warrior.

“Dad, can you… can you give Mom a spanking too? Just like how you spank Ying’er’s bottom, also spank hers.”

The innocently proposing Zhao Huaying wriggled incessantly while kicking around in Zhao Sheng’s arms.

“Oh, Ying’er, heaven is big, earth is big, but your mom is the biggest! Your dad can’t afford to provoke her!

Come on, let me take you to appeal to your mom.”

Zhao Sheng carried his son with one arm and strode like a shooting star toward the inner courtyard.

…

Fifteen years later, in the Gravity Room in the Dui District of Xinglong City, underground.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of terrifying booms continued to explode from the Gravity Room.

A first-rank top-grade Spirit Puppet, over ten feet tall and entirely dark in color, was swinging its Mystic Iron arms like two massive clubs, madly sweeping and striking at a nimble and agile figure, creating a series of afterimages with its lightning-fast speed, each blow weighing as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

Not far away, Zhao Sheng stood side by side with the giant-like Zhao Xuanjing, both of them wearing smiles as they watched the darting figure.

“How is it?”

“Not bad, really good, extraordinary Talent! Just like you, a Body Refinement prodigy, one in ten thousand.” Zhao Xuanjing couldn’t help but express his admiration.

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng couldn’t help but suggest, “Ancestor, Ying’er is too hot-tempered, going to the Ksitigarbha Sect so young, she might stir up trouble. Wouldn’t it be better to go a few years later?”

“Sixteen is just right. If we wait any longer, the spot will go to someone else. Besides, with me around, even if Ying’er causes big trouble, I can cover it,” said Zhao Xuanjing proudly.

A Half-step Nascent Soul not being able to protect his own family would indeed be a huge joke.

Hearing Zhao Xuanjing say this, Zhao Sheng had no choice but to nod helplessly, then suddenly shouted towards his son, “Ying’er, you can fight back now.”

“Alright, Dad, watch this!” Zhao Huaying shouted excitedly, “Here I go!”

As soon as the words fell, his figure instantly disappeared from sight, followed by an even more frantic and intense roaring sound coming from the Spirit Puppet.

In an instant, the Spirit Puppet was struck into disarray, the tough Mystic Iron Armor riddled with numerous deep Fist Seals in the blink of an eye.

The next second, there was a loud bang.

The Spirit Puppet was violently kicked high into the air, rapidly lifted off the ground; then, like a punching bag, it was subjected to Zhao Huaying’s fierce and crazy barrage of punches and kicks, virtually defenseless.

In just a few minutes, the well-made Mystic Iron Spirit Puppet was torn apart by Zhao Huaying, twisted and contorted into a pile of scrap iron.

After finishing, Zhao Huaying, feeling light and relaxed, walked up to his father and great Ancestor, boasting with a triumphant face, “Dad, Ancestor, I was impressive, wasn’t I?”

Zhao Sheng, who couldn’t stand his son being too arrogant and reckless, immediately scolded, “Impressive my ass, I could make you cry for your mama with just one hand.”

Sixteen-year-old Zhao Huaying was extraordinarily handsome, with dragon-like brows and phoenix-like eyes, brimming with a heroic spirit. Not only was he physically strong, with muscles like cords, resembling a tiger, but he was also over nine feet tall, easily looking down on his dad who was only seven feet tall.

“Dad, if you were my age, you wouldn’t even compare to me. Right, Ancestor?” Zhao Huaying said defiantly, turning his head to Zhao Xuanjing.

Zhao Xuanjing patted Zhao Huaying’s head and nodded with a kind smile, “Ying’er is right. Your dad at sixteen was nothing to look at, scrawny, just skin and Bones, you’re far better than he was back then.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huaying proudly said, “Dad, you see, even Ancestor agrees with me.”

Zhao Sheng shook his head silently, thinking, “Ying’er is a bit dull. Xuanjing was talking about looks and didn’t mention strength at all. Isn’t the meaning of his words clear enough?

If he goes to the Ksitigarbha Sect, I hope he won’t be easily duped.”

With this in mind, Zhao Sheng suddenly asked, “Ying’er, Ancestor wants to take you to the Ksitigarbha Sect for cultivation, do you want to go? If not, I’ll—”

Before he could finish, his eldest son’s eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded like a pecking chicken, and shouted excitedly, “I want to, I really want to! Ancestor, when do we leave?”

Zhao Huaying had long wished to break free from his parents’ discipline and restraints; upon hearing the opportunity to leave Xinglong City, his heart immediately overflowed with excitement, not caring for his parents’ feelings.

Fine then!

Seeing his son’s eagerness, Zhao Sheng glared at him fiercely and resigned himself to no longer persuade.

A son’s growth is beyond a father’s control, after all!

…

After returning to the inner residence, Zhao Sheng told his wife everything,

Dong Miaozhen, despite being pregnant, became very upset and wanted to confront Ancestor Zhao.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng took his wife into his arms, coaxed her gently, and with great effort explained the notions that overprotective mothers could spoil their children and that for the sake of Ying’er’s future, it was for the best the eldest son departed and the second son would soon be born, barely managing to persuade Dong Miaozhen.

It’s quite interesting, really.

When their son was young, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao played the roles of a strict mother and a kind father.

As Zhao Huaying grew up and caused more and more trouble, the roles of Zhao Sheng and his wife swiftly switched to a strict father and a doting mother.

The more trouble Zhao Huaying got into, the more Dong Miaozhen indulged him.

In matters of child-rearing, she was nothing like the skillful Weaver cultivated carefully by the Dong family.

A month later, Dong Miaozhen successfully gave birth to a second son, named Zhao Huaxiong.

On the third day, the eldest son, Zhao Huaying, taking most of Zhao Mansion’s riches, followed Patriarch Zhao and left Xinglong City for the unknown and mysterious Ksitigarbha Sect.

This departure would last for twenty years.