Ascension Through Generations

".Spare. Spare my life!"

Ren Zidong was suddenly unable to move, his internal organs were burned by a large amount of spiritual flames, and he tried to beg for mercy from the enemy with a desperate look on his face.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly burned from the inside out, and was swallowed up by the purple-gold spiritual fire in the blink of an eye, and then burned into a ball of flying ashes.

Zhao Sheng slowly retracted his arm. His exposed skin was fair and tender, with no trace of physical exercise at all.

You must know that Zhao Sheng was still skinny and skinny two years ago, his skin was sallow, and he looked like a sick tiger.

Now at a glance, Zhao Sheng, in addition to being slightly thinner, has whiter skin than a woman, a layer of flesh has grown on his face, his facial features have become more straight, and he looks much more handsome.

Compared with the previous two years, they are completely different.

All these changes are thanks to "Immortal Golden Body".

This skill has five major body refining areas: skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood.

After collecting the five precious materials of Geng Gold, Moon Silver, Nine Return Iron, Mercury Crystal Marrow, and Ice and Fire Bronze, Zhao Sheng's body refining skills began to advance by leaps and bounds.

As the Moonliquid Silver was smelted into his skin, his skin slowly began to turn from yellow to white. At the same time, the iron muscles also allowed his body to gain weight bit by bit.

After two years, Zhao Sheng has become like this even though he has not even achieved a small level of cultivation in the immortal golden body.

It has to be said that humans are visual animals.

Since his appearance changed drastically, his wife has become more gentle and considerate towards him, and even his elder son has become closer to him.

Zhao Sheng took Ren Zidong's spiritual weapon and storage bag into his hands.

At this time, a murderous faceless man in black suddenly flew in from a distance.

This man knelt down and saluted, raised his fists, and said respectfully: "Sir, all the rest of Ren's family have been hanged. What should I do next, please give instructions from the leader?"

Zhao Sheng looked at his men and ordered: "After destroying the corpses and eliminating traces, follow me to attack the Ren family's residence."

In order not to escape a single survivor, he directly mobilized the entire ANBU team under his command.

"As you command, my lord!"

In a few moments, twenty-two black-clad ANBU members, like black bats, silently left the valley and flew into the deep night.

…

Three days later, the night was dark and windy, and I couldn't see my fingers.

However, the Ren family's residence at the foot of Qingsong Ridge was ablaze with flames, and there were shouts of killing and shrill screams everywhere.

At this time, a ruthless killing has come to an end.

When the two elders of the Ren family's Foundation-Building clan met with accidents one after another and lost all news, the only remaining Foundation-Building clan leader of the Ren family was inevitably in dire straits.

Therefore, facing a sudden attack and killing, the Ren family was caught off guard. Without even setting up an organized resistance, they were taken away by a devastating wave.

Step, step!

A thin figure wearing a Taotie mask walked step by step through blood and walked into the Ren family ancestral hall.

From time to time, he could hear the cries of people dying, begging for mercy, and desperate roars.

In the ancestral hall, the rows of memorial tablets had fallen to dust and lay scattered on the ground.

An old man with white beard and white hair, with chicken skin and white hair, half-reclined and half-sat in front of the altar table in the ancestral hall with wide eyes. There was a big hole in his chest, and he was completely breathless.

Beside him stood a proud red-faced old man with three steep mountain peaks embroidered on his robe.

As soon as this person saw Zhao Sheng walking in, he immediately stepped forward with a smile and cupped his hands and said: "Taotie, you are a step too late. The old man of the Ren family has died at my hands. According to the rules set in advance, our Sanshan Dao can get an additional ten percent of the Ren family." heritage."

"Master He, don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will dare to take away the credit for your Three Mountain Dao achievements." Zhao Sheng said calmly.

"With a word from Taotie, I can finally feel relieved. Haha!"

After the red-faced old man laughed, a black iron box suddenly slipped out of his sleeves. He presented it to Zhao Sheng with a flattering expression and said with a smile: "It's just a small gift, please accept it!"

Zhao Sheng casually opened the iron box and took a look. There was a black iron bead as big as a steamed bun in the box. There was actually a spiritual energy vortex connected to the iron bead.

The spiritual energy vortex is clearly visible. It is slowly spinning, constantly absorbing external spiritual energy and pouring it into the iron bead.

Zhao Sheng closed the lid fiercely, looked at the red-faced old man with sharp eyes, and suddenly asked: "Are you willing to give away a treasure like Iron Mother?"

"As long as you, Taotie, can take care of Sanshan Road a little more in the future. I'm willing to give you this piece of iron mother." The red-faced old man replied seriously.

Zhao Sheng took a deep look at this person and accepted the iron box silently.

At the same time, he secretly decided to find out how his identity was leaked after he returned.

The so-called iron mother is a type of natural material and earthly treasure that can only be produced from large black iron mines. It is even rarer than Jiuhuirie.

As long as the iron mother is put into an ordinary iron ore, after years of transformation and dissipation, the ordinary iron ore will slowly transform into black iron ore.

For one force, a black iron mine that produces continuously all year round is no less than an inexhaustible cornucopia.

The Master He of Sanshan Road dared to give away such treasures. Although he had the intention of borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha, he was also extremely courageous.

Half a month later, under the auspices of Zhao Sheng, the Ren family's territory was divided among three forces, and the Zhao family successfully took over the Xuan Iron Mine.

Once the incident was completed, Zhao Sheng could no longer suppress his homesickness, left the ANBU brigade behind, and rushed back to Xinglong City alone.

In just three days, he flew across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and returned to his home dusty.

As soon as Zhao Sheng landed in a garden, he heard urgent shouts coming from outside the courtyard wall.

"Master, run slower and be careful!"

"Ouch, it hurts! Master, let go!"

Hearing these sounds, Zhao Sheng smiled knowingly, and instantly released his consciousness to explore the past.

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

Suddenly,

Zhao Sheng appeared at the garden gate. At this moment, a small figure ran out of the corner like a whirlwind, jumped up like a cannonball, and rushed towards the garden gate blankly.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhao Sheng hugged the little man who was flying towards him.

boom!

At this time, a pink fist suddenly hit his chin, and there was a muffled sound. The force was so frightening that it was impossible to imagine that it was swung by a one-year-old baby.

"What a good boy, you dare to hit even daddy! It seems like you can't do it without giving you a good beating."

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he raised his big son with one hand with a strange smile on his face, and slapped his son's white and tender buttocks with the other hand with unusual skill.

Zhao Huaying is as tall as a four- or five-year-old child, but she is three feet tall at one year old.

His big black eyes stared blankly at his father, with a look of confusion on his face, as if he had forgotten who his father was?

At this moment, three breathless and delicate maids ran over quickly from the courtyard wall.

"Master Wan'an!"

When the three of them saw Zhao Sheng, their faces turned pale with fright, and they hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"No courtesy," Zhao Sheng waved his hand.

"Are you my father?"

Zhao Huaying woke up from a dream. She immediately hugged Zhao Sheng's arm and cried loudly: "Dad, why did you come back? Mother wants to beat Ying'er to death. You have to save Ying'er!"

"Did you get into trouble again? Otherwise, why would your mother be willing to beat you?"

"Ying'er doesn't have one! Those runes are too difficult to learn, and Ying'er can't always remember them. Humph, my mother just beat me." Zhao Huaying said extremely aggrieved.

Zhao Sheng was stunned when he heard this. His child was only over one year old, and his wife actually expected him to become a great success!

The physical development and mental development of a one-year-old baby are similar to those of a three- or four-year-old child. This made Zhao Sheng happy but also a little puzzled.

His son undoubtedly inherited the ancient warrior bloodline.

But unlike him, his son inherited the advantages of his bloodline but did not inherit any of his flaws.

Not only is his skin not withered, nor is he as skinny as a stick, but he is growing at an alarmingly fast rate. Not only is his body extremely healthy, but his energy is also frighteningly high.

An average one-year-old child sleeps soundly for at least eight hours a day, but Zhao Huaying only sleeps for two hours. The rest of the time, she goes around making mischief and is more curious than a cat.

If Zhao Sheng, as the first generation of ancient warriors, is still a little acclimatized in the Tianzhu world, then it will be passed down to the second generation of Zhao Huaying. The ancient battle body seems to have undergone adaptive mutation and has adapted to the environment of Tianzhu Realm.

But at the same time, the bloodline characteristic of Mangu's battle body of "Fighting against heaven and earth, Mangu not surrendering to heaven!" was also gradually revealed in his son.

Zhao Huaying was born with a bad temper, was hyperactive, aggressive, impatient, and sometimes stubborn, showing a faint tendency to be a mad fighter.

"Dad, can you please spank your mother? Just like you spank Ying'er, spank her ass too."

Zhao Huaying, a "child's talker", gave bold words while twisting her body, her short legs kicking wildly in Zhao Sheng's arms.

"What a big boy, the world is big and your mother is the biggest! You can't afford to offend your father!"

Come on, I'll take you to plead with your mother. "

Zhao Sheng hugged his son with one hand and strode towards the inner courtyard.

…

Fifteen years later, there is an underground gravity chamber in Dui District, Xinglong City.

Boom, boom boom!

Terrible roars continued to explode from the gravity chamber.

A first-order high-grade spirit puppet that was over ten feet tall and completely black was waving two big stick-like black iron arms. It was sweeping towards a strong and flexible figure, and flashed out a series of residual weapons at a high speed. Shadow, every blow is as heavy as a stone.

Not far away, Zhao Sheng and the giant Zhao Xuanjing stood side by side, both of them looking at the moving figure with smiles on their faces.

"How about it?"

"Not bad, very good, very talented! Just like you, he is a one-of-a-kind body-refining genius." Zhao Xuanjing was full of praise.

After Zhao Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but suggest: "Ancestor, Ying'er has a bad temper. If you go to Ksitigarbha Sect at such a young age, you will inevitably get into trouble. How about going a few years later?"

"Sixteen is just right. If it's too late, the spot will belong to someone else. Besides, with me here, no matter how big of a disaster Ying'er gets into, I can still take care of it." Zhao Xuanjing said with a proud expression.

It would be a big joke if a half-step Nascent Soul could not protect his descendants.

Hearing what Zhao Xuanjing said, Zhao Sheng nodded helplessly, and then suddenly rushed to Da'er and shouted: "Ying'er, you can fight back."

"Okay, Dad, watch it!" Zhao Huaying shouted excitedly: "I'll fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared from the naked eye, and then a more rapid and intense roar came from the spirit puppet.

In an instant, the spirit puppet was beaten to a pulp, and the extremely hard black iron armor on his body suddenly received countless deep fist marks.

The next second, there was a loud noise.

The spirit puppet flew high into the sky and was instantly kicked off the ground. Then it was like a sandbag being punched and kicked by Zhao Huaying fiercely and crazily, leaving it almost powerless to parry.

In just a few minutes, Zhao Huaying tore apart a family of black iron spirit puppets, twisting them into a pile of scrap metal.

After Zhao Huaying finished her work, she walked up to her father and ancestors with a relaxed look, and showed off her skills with a proud face: "Dad, ancestors, I was so awesome just now!"

Zhao Sheng hated to see his son being too showy and presumptuous. When he saw this, he immediately yelled and cursed: "You are so awesome. I can beat you with one hand and make you cry for father and mother."

Sixteen-year-old Zhao Huaying is extremely handsome, with dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and is full of heroic spirit. Not only is he super strong and muscular, like a tiger, but he is also over nine feet tall and can easily look down on his father who is only seven feet tall.

"Dad, if you were the same age as me, you would not be as good as me. Ancestor, do you think so?" Zhao Huaying looked unconvinced and turned to look at Zhao Xuanjing.

Zhao Xuanjing patted Zhao Huaying on the head, nodded with a kind face and said with a smile: "Ying'er is right. When your father was sixteen years old, he was very ugly and skinny. He was not as good as your boy." Far."

After hearing this, Zhao Huaying said proudly: "Dad, you see, my ancestors also think what I said is right."

Zhao Sheng shook his head secretly when he saw this: "Ying'er, this kid's brain is a bit weak. Xuan Jing was talking about appearance, but he didn't mention strength at all. Isn't the meaning of this statement clear enough?

If he goes to Ksitigarbha Sect, I hope he won't be tricked into going. "

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng suddenly asked: "Ying'er, our ancestor is taking you to practice in Ksitigarbha Sect, are you willing to follow? If not, I will do it for you -"

Before he finished speaking, Haodaer's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded his head as if he was talking about something, and shouted excitedly: "Yes, I do! When are we going to leave, ancestors?"

Zhao Huaying had long wanted to get rid of the discipline and shackles of her parents. When she heard that she had the opportunity to leave Xinglong City, her heart was filled with grass and she couldn't care less about what her parents thought.

All right!

When Zhao Sheng saw that his son was so eager, he couldn't help but glared at him and stopped trying to persuade him.

When my son gets older, he can’t help his father!

…

Returning to the inner house, Zhao Sheng told his wife about the matter.

After hearing this, Dong Miaozhen was very excited and asked his ancestors for an explanation, regardless of his pregnancy.

When Zhao Sheng saw this, he hugged his wife and persuaded her with kind words. He also tried his best to tell her that a loving mother often loses her son. For the sake of Ying'er's future, the eldest son left and the second son was soon born. Such words finally convinced Dong Miaozhen.

It's interesting to say.

When their son was young, Zhao Sheng and his wife played the role of strict mothers and loving fathers.

As Zhao Huaying grew up and got into more and more troubles, the roles of Zhao Sheng and Zhao Sheng quickly switched to that of a strict father and a loving mother.

The more trouble Zhao Huaying got into, the more Dong Miaozhen doted on her children.

In terms of parenting, she behaves nothing like the Weaver Girl carefully cultivated by the Dong family.

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

On the third day, the eldest son Zhao Huaying took most of the Zhao family's belongings and followed Patriarch Zhao to leave Xinglong City and go to the unknown and mysterious Ksitigarbha Sect.

It's been twenty years since I left.