Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 481 - 322: Human Life as Insignificant as Grass and Mustard Seed

Chapter 481 -322: Human Life as Insignificant as Grass and Mustard Seed

The next morning, at dawn, the sun began to rise.

Suddenly, the doors of the Soul Comforting Temple flung wide open, and one luxurious rune Flying Car after another streamed out from behind the gates.

The majority of the carriage fleet, raising billows of dust along the spacious and straight royal road, sped off in all directions. However, four Flying Cars halted at the foot of the mountain, quietly waiting.

Half an hour after the fleet had left the Divine Temple, a carriage adorned with carvings of dragons and paintings of tigers and a cover of misty clouds—a rune Flying Car—finally rolled out slowly through the gates, pulled by two silver-white tigers each with a body length of eighteen feet and distinctive drooping eyes and white foreheads.

The two White Tigers, majestic and dignified, gave a mighty roar towards the heavens, their paws striking the ground as they walked on the wind, suddenly generating a whirlwind beneath them.

In the blink of an eye, the White Tigers, dragging the Flying Car, sped down the mountain without pause, zipping along the royal road.

This rune Flying Car hovered three feet above the ground like a wisp of clouds, speeding along with the wind.

The four Flying Cars at the foot of the mountain followed in tight formation, but gradually the gap widened, leaving them far behind.

The White Tigers raced on, harnessing the wind,

while the faint scent of incense wafted within the cabin; Zhao Sheng lay sprawled lazily on the soft couch, yawning continuously, on the verge of sleep.

In one corner of the carriage, Gui Li sat with a stern face, his body upright in his seat, casting a side glance at the disheveled Zhao Sheng, and his expression betrayed an unspoken critcism of the latter’s indolence.

Gui Li was a True Law Practitioner from the Demon Extermination Hall of the Soul Comforting Temple, a Qi Refinement Middle Stage Taoist. He was the one truly responsible for the task of exorcism on this journey.

Zhao Sheng was merely out to gild his reputation and, incidentally, to collect tributes from various clans.

“Senior Brother Gui, relax a little, will you? Don’t always be so stern-faced, or you might scare off potential Dao companions!” Rubbing his eyelids, Zhao Sheng suddenly spoke up, teasing.

“Sanbao, if you continue with this nonsense, you’ll surely amount to nothing when you grow up. Temple Sacrificial Treasure Chen spoils you too much, indulging your reckless behavior. He’s truly wasting your top-grade talent—what a mistake!” Though Gui Li’s words were harsh, his demeanor suggested deep concern and frustration.

“Hehe, Senior Brother Gui, you worry too much. Being exceptionally intelligent and astute, I hardly need to exert much effort. The mere Foundation Establishment Realm is within easy reach for me. Even if those brats from the Scripture Hall practiced day and night without rest, they wouldn’t match up to a single finger of mine,” Zhao Sheng said nonchalantly.

He spoke the truth, but Gui Li believed not a word of it.

“Humph, your arrogance will only lead to hardship later on!” Gui Li rebuked, frowning deeply.

Zhao Sheng acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, maintaining a playful and cheery demeanor.

Seeing this, Gui Li simply closed his eyes to meditate, ignoring the hopeless case before him.

The atmosphere in the carriage became solemn in an instant.

Zhao Sheng’s smile faded, and he straightened up, casually drawing back the curtains of the carriage window.

As the curtains parted, the vast expanse of golden wheat fields suddenly filled his view.

The Flying Car sped on, the scenery whizzing by into the distance.

Along the way, the wheat fields seemed endless, stretching to the horizon, with irrigation ditches faintly visible beside the roads through the fields.

As the breeze swept through the fields, the bending wheat revealed the farmers, clad in hemp and wearing straw hats.

Zhao Sheng let his eyes wander, nodding and smiling faintly. The cheeks of the farmers in the fields were ruddy and plump, a sign they were well-fed.

Soon, amidst the wheat fields, the figures of vegetable gardens and Medicine Fields began to appear.

The dual suns gradually ascended to the zenith, and the heat of the sunlight scorched the earth.

Along the way, one dilapidated and filthy farmstead and hamlet after another was left behind by the Flying Car. Occasionally, a dock castle enclosed by brick walls came into Zhao Sheng’s view.

Just past noon, the White Tiger Flying Car had already traveled over five hundred miles.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes were bright as he gazed outside. By this time, the scenery had changed drastically from what it was at the beginning of the journey.

The wheat in the fields beside the road was thin and sparse, and the ground between them was cracked and caked, revealing the farmers who toiled within, looking gaunt and listless, their faces numb and devoid of vitality.

Suddenly, Zhao Sheng pointed outside and asked, “Senior Brother Gui, is this field a temple property? Why is it so poorly managed?”

Gui Li spared a glance outside and replied calmly, “We’ve passed the temple’s lands just now. This field isn’t owned by the temple; it belongs to the Wu family.”

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“Ah, no wonder the workers in the fields are so scrawny. Turns out they’re tenants under Wu Bapi!” Zhao Sheng sneered.

“Sanbao, you loose-tongued boy, aren’t you afraid that the Scripture Master will be displeased when he hears you and deliberately make you suffer a penalty?” Gui Li frowned, his tone reprimanding.

“Hehe, it’s just us two here. Would you really go tattle to the Scripture Master, Senior Brother?” Zhao Sheng’s rhetorical question left Gui Li speechless.

After all, Gui Li was a trusted confidant of Bao Chen and would by no means “betray” his own side.

There were many factions within the Soul Comforting Temple, with Temple Sacrificial Treasure Chen’s group being the most prominent, followed by Wu Changyong and his cohorts, representatives of the local families of Hufeng County.

But being an emissary from the Prefecture Temple, Bao Chen, the external dragon, held sway, and though these rival factions struggled for power and profit beneath the surface, Bao Chen’s strength and ruthlessness, coupled with the legitimacy his position conferred, allowed him to single-handedly suppress all opposition, keeping the local gentries docile.

It’s important to understand that as the “Crownless King” of a county, the Soul Comforting Temple possessed numerous and expansive properties, generating profits that outsiders could hardly imagine.

Just as an example, from the moment they left the temple doors in the morning until noon, covering a distance of five hundred miles, all of the fields, forests, and lakes they’d passed were properties of the Soul Comforting Temple.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com