Ascension Through Generations

Autumn is crisp and clear, with no clouds in the sky.

On this day, a golden flame suddenly came from the southwest, and quickly swept across the sky at an incredible speed, racing towards the end of the western sky.

At this time, the earth below spreads infinitely, and as far as the eye can see are neat spiritual fields, stretching as far as the eye can see to the end of the world.

A moment later, a stunningly beautiful spiritual peak in the distance suddenly fell into Zhao Sheng's eyes.

Looking at the thousand-foot-long spiritual peak covered with verdant green mountains and soaring to the sky, Zhao Sheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, knowing that his destination, Bixia Peak, was already in sight.

At this moment, the void ahead suddenly rippled, and then a middle-aged man with an elegant face appeared out of thin air.

This man has a tall crown and a broad belt, a white robe as white as snow, and an elegant and refined temperament. Looking at him, he looks like an immortal coming to earth.

Zhao Sheng pressed the escape light and his eyes fell on this person. After thinking about it for a moment, a person suddenly appeared in his mind.

Qu Feng, who has a single spirit root, was recruited into the family in his early years and is now the thirteenth Nascent Soul ancestor of the Nantian Zhao family.

"Haha, is it Brother Sixteen? Qu Feng has been waiting here for a long time!"

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Qiongtian has met the Thirteenth Patriarch. I have heard from the Sixth Patriarch long ago that the Thirteenth Patriarch is elegant, easy-going, and has an outstanding demeanor. When I see him today, he is indeed worthy of his reputation."

He was not surprised why Qu Feng could wait here in advance. It must be because Zhao Shanhe sent the message in advance.

"Sixteenth brother, you can't say this in front of the Third Ancestor and the others. Otherwise, Qu will be ashamed to meet people in the future. When you meet Brother Zhou later, you will know what it means to be unparalleled and unparalleled in the world. "

"Oh, is the Thirteenth Patriarch talking about Senior Zhou Li, the Eleventh Patriarch?" Zhao Sheng asked.

"Who else could he be? Let's not talk about this for now. Come with me quickly. The Third Ancestor and the others are waiting at the top of Bixia Peak?"

As he spoke, Qu Feng waved his long sleeves, and two white spiritual clouds emerged out of thin air, holding up him and Zhao Sheng, and flew quickly towards Bixia Peak.

Not long after, the spirit cloud floated over Bixia Peak, and then slowly fell to a golden stone square on the top of the mountain. At the end of the square was a majestic and magnificent Minghuang Hall. The word "Tongxin" was written on the plaque in the middle of the hall, with vigorous and powerful handwriting. , faintly exuding a pressure as thick as a mountain.

Zhao Sheng looked at Tongxin Hall, his heart was ups and downs, and he was filled with emotion.

At this time, Qu Feng straightened his clothes and strode towards the palace. Upon seeing this, Zhao Sheng followed behind.

A few breaths later, the two entered the Tongxin Hall one after another. Zhao Sheng looked around and saw a nine-step jade platform in the depths of the hall. There were six large golden dragon chairs placed on the platform, two of which were large. When there was no time left, four figures were already sitting on the rest.

And behind the twenty-odd jade tables in the audience, most of them were already sitting with extraordinary figures, and they were all Jin Dan Zhenren.

Qu Feng laughed, flew up to the jade platform, and sat on one of the dragon chairs.

When Zhao Sheng saw this, he jumped into the air, flew to the last dragon chair in a flash, and sat down unceremoniously.

The clear-bearded old man Zhao Changdu was sitting among the six people. When he saw Zhao Sheng sitting safely, he immediately said with a smile on his face: "Qiongtian, please let us wait! Come on, I will introduce you first."

As he spoke, he pointed to the first person on the left. This was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a jade tree and an extremely handsome appearance. His facial features were flawless. Even someone as handsome as Zhao Sheng felt that he was a little inferior.

"Zhou Li, the eleventh among the ancestors, outsiders call him Wuxia Scholar or Yu Rugong. But some people also call him Family Exterminator and Rentu."

"How could the Third Patriarch taint someone's innocence for no reason? I'm just an ordinary scholar. Why did I get the bad reputation of 'killing people and killing people'? Sixteenth Brother, don't listen to the Third Patriarch's nonsense."

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly, cupped his hands with a smile and said: "Qiongtian has met Zhou Zu, and I also know that the third ancestor always likes to give people random nicknames, so he will not keep his words in mind."

When Zhao Changdu heard this, he shook his head helplessly and glared at Zhao Sheng. His eyes passed Zhou Li and fell on another person.

Zhao Sheng looked around and saw this man with a simple and ordinary face. He was wearing a light green robe and had a very simple temperament. He looked like an old farmer who had been farming for most of his life.

"Old Fourteen, Zhao Fuji. There is nothing to say. He is a rare master of spiritual farming in this world. If you are short of elixirs in the future, go to him."

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng's expression immediately became serious, and he said seriously: "Zhao Qiongtian, a member of the Qiong clan, has met Ancestor Fuji."

"Okay, Qiongtian. If you need any elixirs or seeds in the future, you can tell me." Zhao Fuji was obviously not good at words, and he hesitated to say a word.

"Qiongtian also likes to grow medicine and make elixirs. I will definitely visit you in the future and ask for your advice." Zhao Sheng said very seriously.

In the world of cultivating immortals, spiritual farming has always been the lowest profession among the various arts of cultivating immortals. Only those with inferior spiritual roots who have no hope of cultivating immortals will have no choice but to choose this profession.

It is simply a miracle that Zhao Fuji, with his inferior qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots, managed to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm like a monster.

For Zhao Fuji, the great master of spiritual farming, Zhao Sheng definitely did not have any contempt at all. Instead, he respected him very much.

At this time, Zhao Changdu's eyes turned to the last person, and the expression on his face was no longer relaxed and unrestrained, but slightly solemn.

Zhao Sheng also looked over, and the last one turned out to be a bad old man with no beard, hair or eyebrows, a face full of wrinkles, a skinny body, but a frighteningly large frame.

He looked old and lifeless, as if he would suddenly fall to the ground in the next second.

What is particularly strange is that although this person's skin is covered with layers of wrinkled old skin, there is not even a single hair on the surface of his skin, and not even any pores can be seen.

Although this person practiced qi-concentrating martial arts such as Turtle Breathing Kung Fu, Zhao Sheng could still faintly detect through the soul induction that this person's qi and blood were incredibly strong, which was no less than in his previous life.

It's a pity that this majestic sea of ​​Qi and blood can't help but be contaminated with the strong death aura.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he immediately knew the identity of this person.

At this moment, Zhao Changdu introduced: "This is the 'Martial Saint' Zhao Jingyu. Although he is just a mortal, when it comes to the achievements he has made for the family, I am not as good as him."

Zhao Sheng stood up, bowed solemnly to Zhao Jingyun, and said respectfully: "Qiongtian, I have seen the sage of martial arts!"

However, as soon as he said these words, the old man opposite him, who looked like he might die at any moment, disappeared from his seat in an instant.

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking and straightened his back, Zhao Jingyu appeared on the dragon throne again.

"Ancestor Jing, you are putting me on the fire! I am a martial artist, how can I bear the worship of the ancestor of my family's Nascent Soul?"

"Jing Yu, you have created a new world for the warriors of the family. With such a great achievement that is rare throughout the ages, how can you not bear the worship of the descendants of this clan?!" Zhao Changdu said with a serious expression after hearing this.

"The Third Patriarch taught you a lesson, and Jing Yu has learned it." Zhao Jingyu responded feebly.

Seeing that his time was approaching, Zhao Changdu's tone was stagnant and he could no longer say the next words.

At this time, Qu Feng saw that the atmosphere was not right and immediately added a sentence with a smile.

He turned to face the Jindan Masters below and shouted: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up and pay your respects to the Sixteenth Patriarch?"

Upon hearing this, all the Jindan masters immediately stood up, bowed their heads and saluted, and at the same time shouted: "The descendants of the family, pay homage to the Sixteenth Patriarch! I wish the Sixteenth Patriarch a boundless journey to immortality and a long life."

"Everyone, sit down!" Zhao Sheng smiled and waved his hand. At the same time, streaks of light flew out from his sleeves, scattered in all directions, fell on the jade table below, and turned into milky white pill bottles.

"Inside the bottle are ten three-turn Hunyuan Pills. Please accept them all. This is a meeting gift from me."

"Thank you, ancestor, for the reward!" All the real people thanked in unison.

Zhao Sheng sat back in his seat with a smile.

At this time, Zhou Li suddenly raised his head and shouted outside the hall: "Come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two rays of light suddenly flew in from outside the hall.

In the escaping light are two handsome young men, both of whom are at the Foundation Establishment level.

After the two men respectfully bowed to the Nascent Soul Ancestors on the stage, they immediately started fighting without saying a word.

In an instant, magical auras filled the hall, and the flying swords turned into sword rainbows. They chased around with a three-pointed two-edged sword, constantly fighting and slashing, and a series of clanking roars erupted.

Zhao Sheng's expression changed and he looked at Qu Feng.

Qu Feng explained with a smile: "This is a family tradition. Whenever a new ancestor is born, the clan will specially select a group of the most outstanding children in the clan to perform for the ancestor in person. Qiongtian, you know this What’s the purpose of lifting it?”

After Zhao Sheng thought for a while, he smiled and said: "I understand the family's intention. Later, if there are any younger generations who can catch my eye, I will be generous with the reward."

Qu Feng shook his head and said: "It's not just a reward, but you should keep it with you and cultivate it carefully. Of course, if you don't like it, the family won't force it on you."

Zhao Sheng nodded and said suddenly: "That's it. It's a family tradition, and I will abide by it."

After a while, the battle was decided. The loser was dejected, while the winner looked expectantly at the high platform in front of him, or to be precise, at Zhao Sheng.

However, the result ultimately disappointed this person.

Zhao Sheng only rewarded each of them with a bottle of spiritual elixir. The only difference was that the winner had a bottle of second-level top-grade Yunling elixir, while the loser had a bottle of top-grade elixir.

The two of them had no choice but to retreat, and then a pair of Zhao's geniuses flew into the palace, and they were also practicing foundation building.

When the two were fighting, Zhao Sheng sat upright on the stage and watched very seriously.

After two quarters of an hour, the winner was clear. Zhao Sheng stopped the two of them, commented in detail on the advantages and disadvantages of both sides, and then gave two more elixirs, but still had no intention of accepting them.

Next, one pair after another of the Zhao family built their foundations in front of the ancestor, fighting with all their strength, each showing off their abilities, hoping that the ancestor would take a fancy to them.

It's a pity that Zhao Sheng's vision is so high. Even though the treasures he gave became more and more precious, and his comments and guidance became more and more detailed, he never opened his mouth.

During this period, Zhao Changdu, Zhou Li, Qu Feng and other Yuanying ancestors had been watching silently, without saying a word from beginning to end.

They seemed to have a tacit understanding, just because the juniors they fought against were all descendants of their relatives.

There are currently sixteen Nascent Soul Ancestors in the Nantian Zhao family, but most of them are not in Shenlong Valley now.

Some ancestors such as Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Qingbi, etc. have important responsibilities and need to guard important places all over the world.

Some such as Zhao Haikui, Zhao Youxuan, etc. are lurking in other worlds.

Some will travel around the world.

There are also ascetic monks, such as the Fifth Patriarch, the Seventh Patriarch, etc., who have been in seclusion for more than a hundred years and have not heard about worldly affairs for a long time.

There are two other Yuan Ying ancestors who have gone deep into the void sea outside the territory decades ago, struggling to find and capture the Xuanying from outside the world, but they have not returned yet.

At this time, the only people in Shenlong Valley who could come forward were Zhao Changdu, Zhou Li and other five Taishang clan elders.

…

After half a day, dusk fell.

One by one, the Zhao family's golden elixirs filed out of the Tongxin Hall, and then they escaped from the light and flew in all directions.

After a while, six elders from the Taishang clan, including Zhao Changdu, Zhou Li, and Zhao Sheng, also walked out of the hall one by one.

At this time, standing behind Zhao Sheng was a middle-aged strong man with red hair and a beard, and his body was full of muscles.

No one thought beforehand that the Sixteenth Patriarch had such a unique vision that he would actually fall in love with a mortal warrior.

Although this person is extremely talented and has reached the level of martial arts, he is not comparable to the "Ten Heroes".

Ahem!

Zhao Jingyu coughed, looked at the middle-aged man, and said solemnly: "Zhao Yi, since you have been favored by the ancestor Qiongtian. You must work harder in the future and don't get carried away because of this."

"Grandpa Xuanzu, Yi'er will definitely live up to my ancestor's high expectations, and I will definitely not let you down."

The middle-aged burly man is the great-great-grandson of Zhao Jingyu, and one of the most talented martial artists in the Zhao family under the age of 100. He has already achieved spiritual breakthrough at the age of forty.

Zhao Changdu was very puzzled by Zhao Sheng's choice.

He had a transcendent status in the clan and did not have so many taboos. He immediately asked directly: "You kid, tell me why you didn't choose another junior and chose Zhao Yi instead."

Zhao Sheng glanced at everyone and smiled gently: "To tell you the truth, I am very curious about the realm of martial saints, so I chose him. Because among all the people, only Zhao Yi is a spiritual warrior. This may be God's will. !”

"Are you serious? As a Yuanying monk, how can you be curious about martial arts?" Qu Feng was somewhat suspicious of Zhao Sheng's intentions.

Zhou Li said: "The sage said: How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a fish! The sixteenth brother has his own intention in doing this. Why should the ninth brother ask more questions?"

Zhao Sheng nodded, looked at the dying Zhao Jingyu, and said solemnly: "I am indeed very curious about the realm of the Martial Saint. I really want to know the mechanism and principle of the innate Qi stimulating the cells. I am even more curious about the existence inside the cells. How mysterious?"

When Zhao Jingyu heard the last word, his cloudy and blurry old eyes instantly became extremely clear, and a majestic and masculine aura suddenly burst out from his body.

But the next moment, the breath on his body dissipated instantly, and his eyes became cloudy again.

Zhao Jingyu nodded slightly with a calm expression and said calmly: "Since the ancestor is interested in this, Jing Yu should fully cooperate."

"Thank you." Zhao Sheng said with a smile on his face as if he didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.

At this time, Zhao Changdu seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said to Zhao Sheng: "By the way, our ancestors allowed you to choose one heaven-level treasure, three earth-level heavy treasures, and nine mysterious level treasures. When will you go to the treasure house to choose? treasure?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng immediately heard something in the other party's words and couldn't help but ask: "Third Ancestor, is there the treasure you need in the treasure house? Heaven level, or earth level?"

After saying that, Zhao Sheng looked extremely solemn and said solemnly: "The reason why I can survive today is all thanks to the help of the Third Ancestor. How can some foreign objects be compared with the grace of saving my life. What do you want? I will get it for you immediately. ."

Hearing what he said, Zhao Changdu reached out and patted Zhao Sheng on the shoulder, and said helplessly: "You are so smart, how can I open my mouth!"

At this point, he changed the subject: "What a coincidence, there is something in the prefecture-level treasure house..."

These four thousand words were not well written because the plot of three chapters was cut into one.

Because there were so many side plots that were previously imagined, the main plot seemed blurry. In order not to affect the main plot, it had to be deleted.