Ascension Through Generations

When the power of a god-transforming family was truly mobilized, Zhao Sheng truly felt how earth-shattering it was.

In just three days after meeting Zhao Changdu, there were as many as twenty-five kinds of heaven and earth spirit fires, including the earth's soul flame, the earth's lung poisonous flame, the samadhi true fire, Sikong Yan, the black jade crystal fire, the earth evil ghost flame, etc. He was sent to Binghuofeng Cave Mansion easily.

Also sent along with the spiritual fire: a piece of bright crystal weighing a hundred pounds, a vat of jade spiritual fluid, ten fist-sized earth core fire diamonds, a pool of bi-cold spiritual liquid, ten thousand-year black iron and many other treasures of heaven and earth.

For this reason, Zhao Sheng not only gave away all the places in the Xuan-level treasury, but also emptied his own storage bag, and even returned the congratulatory gifts sent by the family ancestors.

Zhao Sheng didn't even have time to take a look at the spiritual land with the first-level high-grade spiritual veins, before he changed hands and gave it to an old man from the Jindan tribe in Renzimai, just in exchange for the magic weapon Innate C-fired Furnace.

Because this low-grade magic weapon contains three rare and special fire treasures, and it also contains an innate Bing Fire.

In the Nantian Zhao family, rules are greater than the rules!

Even though Zhao Shenggui is the elder of the Taishang clan, he must abide by the clan rules. If he wants to take treasures from the family treasury, he must exchange them for merit points.

Of course, as an elder of the Taishang clan, you still have some small privileges. It doesn't matter if you don't have enough merit points, you can give priority to bartering.

So on the fifth day, the "poor" Zhao Sheng started the hard life of refining alchemy and repaying debts.

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Fast forward ten years, and the sun is high.

On Binghuo Peak, the thousand-year-old fire pines all over the mountains and plains are growing much better than in previous years. The red pine needles are as bright as crystal needles, shining with a bright red light, which is really moving.

In the dense pine forest, one can see Zhao clan members wearing red robes from time to time. Most of them are busy picking flame pine cones as big as pineapples one after another from the red pine trees. It seems that they have gained a lot.

At this time, thousands of feet underground in Binghuo Peak, in a large underground cave, the rich fire spirit energy gathered into a vortex, and the hot fire waves roared through the air.

Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in the middle of the fire hole, surrounded by balls of red gold, bright yellow, pure green, or blazing white heaven and earth spiritual fire. A rough count showed that there were as many as twenty-six balls.

At this moment, inside these spiritual fires, all the simple and natural alchemy furnaces with a brilliant glow are floating in the spiritual fires, and most of them are already exuding a rich and incomparable fragrance of elixirs.

After three generations of hard training, Zhao Sheng has now mastered the Star God Thousand Hearts Jue to the state of Dacheng Qianxin.

At the same time, refining twenty-six furnaces of third-level condensation elixirs is just a small test.

Refining the elixir only occupied a small part of his mind, and most of Zhao Sheng's distracted consciousness was devoted to the spiritual points under his body.

At this moment, in the huge spiritual cave in the center of the cave, there are six true fires of heaven and earth, including the Golden Crow True Fire, the Pure Flame of the Sun, the Extreme Cold Flame, the Ancient Poison Flame, the Demonic Fire of Ten Thousand Desires, and the True Fire of Destroying Gods and Eating Souls. The six polar stars form a circle, and they work together to worship a head-sized, golden "perfect" sphere on the central star.

However, even though Zhao Sheng gathered together the six extreme attributes of the true fire of heaven and earth and refined it for three consecutive years, the piece of Mao Sun Fine Gold still remained unchanged, showing no signs of refining.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a dull roar.

The cauldron lids of the twenty-six alchemy furnaces buzzed at the same time, and streams of rich alchemy fragrance spurted out, turning into clouds of alchemy and spreading out, filling the entire cave.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed with divine light, and his divine thoughts roared through the void, following his thoughts.

All the lids of the cauldron were suddenly lifted off, and hundreds of "meteors" soared into the sky from the alchemy furnace, escaping in all directions.

But under the great net of spiritual thoughts, none of these third-level elixirs could escape the clutches. They flew back obediently and were stuffed into high-quality elixir bottles by Zhao Sheng and sealed.

A rough count shows that the number of Ningzhen Pills actually exceeds a hundred, and two-thirds of them are top-grade pills.

Just this miraculous large-scale alchemy technique alone is enough for Zhao Sheng to be worthy of the title of "Grand Master".

This is also true. In just ten years, he has become the "chief" alchemist recognized within the Nantian Zhao family, but outsiders know nothing about it.

A moment later, Zhao Sheng changed into a plain white elixir robe and appeared in the cave at Binghuo Peak.

At this time, in the cave, an elegant-looking old man in red robe was waiting in the living room.

As soon as he saw Zhao Sheng appear, the red-robed old man immediately smiled, bowed and said in salute: "Zhao Fu'an of Yizimai has met the sixteenth ancestor."

"No gift, here are fifty bottles of Condensation Pill. How much merit can you calculate?"

With that said, Zhao Sheng waved his hand and threw a storage bag to the other party.

Zhao Fu'an laughed even more happily when he heard this, and immediately took out a pill bottle from the bag, opened the pill seal, poured out the jade-white Ningzhen Pill, and carefully identified the quality of the elixir.

"Top grade!"

"Top grade!"

"Hey, it's still top quality."

As each high-grade treasure pill came out, Zhao Fu'an's voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more exciting.

He had never interacted with the Sixteenth Ancestor before, and the only information he got was from the ancestors of his own lineage.

Before the ancestor came, he gave many warnings and instructions, saying that he must have a good relationship with the ancestor Qiongtian and never offend him.

When I saw him today, I realized that those "absurd" rumors were actually true.

The Sixteenth Patriarch’s level of alchemy was so high that it was beyond the imagination of the world!

After half an hour, Zhao Fu'an suppressed his emotions of fear and excitement, and replied to Zhao Sheng with great respect: "Sixteenth Ancestor, there are a total of 123 middle-grade and high-grade Condensing Pills, which can be exchanged for great merit." Three hundred and sixty-one, fifty-seven small merit points, totaling 3,615,700 merit points."

In Zhao's exchange system, one point of merit is roughly worth one low-grade spiritual stone. But merit can be exchanged for spiritual stones, but spiritual stones cannot also be exchanged for merit.

Each small amount of merit is equivalent to a hundred points of merit, which is also equivalent to a medium-grade spiritual stone.

The great merit is ten thousand points of merit, which is equivalent to a high-grade spiritual stone.

The trading levels of merit points, small merits, and great merits range from low to high, and some treasures must be exchanged for small merits or even great merits.

After Zhao Sheng listened, he asked calmly: "Excluding these, how much merit do I still owe you Yizimai?"

Zhao Fu'an blurted out: "There are still seven hundred and eighteen great achievements."

Um!

Zhao Sheng nodded and asked: "What kind of elixir do you want to refine next? Are all the elixirs you need ready?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fu'an immediately took out a pile of storage bags and put them on the table. At the same time, he said respectfully: "My ancestor, the ancestor of the ancestors, wants to ask for an enlightenment pill. I have prepared three copies of the required elixir. I don't know, old man. Can Zu refine it?"

"Enlightenment Pill?" Zhao Sheng frowned and said nothing.

Zhao Fu'an felt uneasy when he saw this.

As far as he knew, the ancestor of Qiongtian had refined a furnace of Enlightenment Pills three years ago, and the result was three pills, one of which was even of high quality.

But looking at this situation, the request of the ancestors of this lineage may be difficult to fulfill.

"Six months is a bit long, but it doesn't mean you can't practice. But"

At this point, Zhao Sheng suddenly stopped and looked at the other party.

When Zhao Fu'an saw this, he suddenly had an idea in his mind and said immediately: "My ancestor Mei said that one Enlightenment Pill can be worth two hundred great merits. If it is a high-grade water elixir, the merits owed can be written off in one go."

The Enlightenment Pill is a special type of elixir with a grade as high as the fourth level, and it is also one of the most difficult to refine among the fourth-level elixirs.

If it is a middle- or low-grade enlightenment elixir, it can greatly improve the understanding and assist the person who takes the elixir to understand the great way.

Then the high-grade Dao Enlightenment Pill has apparently undergone some kind of qualitative change. Not only can it greatly improve understanding, but the elixir itself also has natural Dao yin, and refining it can greatly improve the analysis of the Dao.

There are also one or two alchemy masters in the Zhao family in Nantian who can also refine enlightenment pills.

However, what is very incredible is that they have never refined even one high-grade enlightenment pill.

Only Zhao Sheng succeeded!

The top-grade elixir from three years ago was of the water element.

At that time, Zhao Xingyu, the seventh ancestor of the Shenzi lineage, took this elixir and retreated for two years. When he came out of seclusion, he had been promoted from the fifth level of Yuanying to the sixth level, and even vaguely touched the threshold of the late Yuanying stage.

For a time, it shocked the entire clan!

Zhao Fuan's Yizimai Patriarch is also the Water Element Nascent Soul, so naturally he is extremely jealous of him, which is why today's scene happened.

Zhao Sheng knew without thinking that in order to collect all three elixirs, Zhao Zhenhai, the ninth ancestor of Yimai, must have spent a lot of money.

In fact, in terms of time cost and cost performance, refining the Enlightenment Pill is not cost-effective at all.

But... sometimes things don't work out that way.

Zhao Sheng thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed, and at the same time made a small request.

After a while, Zhao Fuan left Binghuo Peak with a happy face.

In the following days, news gradually spread among the upper echelons of the Zhao family: "'That elder' wants to start refining the Taoist elixir again, and anyone who can prepare all the elixirs required for the elixir can come."

Just when Zhao's Jindan Zhenren and Yuanying Ancestor were alarmed by this shocking news, another turmoil arose in the clan.

Zhao Sheng had quietly left Binghuo Peak and arrived at the Martial Saint Dojo in the eastern part of Shenlong Valley.

The so-called Martial Saint Dojo is actually a ten-mile city surrounded by a super-large gravity formation.

Seen from the sky, this Martial Saint City is like an arrow target crawling on the earth. It is divided into nine circles one after another. The layers are separated by high walls. From the outside to the inside, the farther you go towards the inner layer, the greater the gravity. It is proportional to the doubling, and the gravity of the ninth layer in the center is as high as a hundred times.

This Holy City of Martial Arts is the holy land in the minds of hundreds of millions of warriors from the Zhao family, and those who can practice here are unique martial arts wizards.

Six of the eight great Martial Saints of the Zhao family came from here, which shows how powerful the Martial Saint Dojo is!

Not long after, a ray of fire suddenly passed through the formation barrier and landed on the ninth floor of the dojo. This place was completely paved with loess. The hard ground had been trampled hard for a long time, and its hardness was comparable to thousand-year-old black iron.

Zhao Sheng waved his sleeves to remove the firelight, raised his head and immediately saw Zhao Jingyu lying on the rocking chair beside the dojo.

Ten years have passed, and Zhao Jingyu looks even older. All his beard, hair and teeth have fallen out, his face is covered with wrinkles and dark spots, and he has a thick aura of death that cannot be concealed.

Of course, he might not be trying to hide it at all.

Zhao Sheng crossed a hundred feet in one step, appeared in front of Zhao Jingyu, and then sat down on the jade couch next to him without ceremony.

Zhao Jingyu didn't seem surprised at all by Zhao Sheng's sudden arrival. He still narrowed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Zhao Sheng raised his head and looked at the center of the dojo, where there were six tall and strong figures wearing heavy black iron armor, performing the Taizu Long Fist in a precise manner.

He couldn't be more familiar with Taizu Changquan, because it was him who created it.

After looking at it twice, Zhao Sheng said casually: "The qualifications are all good, and there are three people who have achieved great mastery in spiritual communication. Maybe they can produce a Martial Saint root seedling."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jingyu's rickety body suddenly moved, his eyes opened slightly, and he smiled helplessly: "Haha, they are far behind! If your will is not pure, even if your qualifications are against the sky. Martial Saint. Alas, it’s not that easy to achieve!”

"The will is ethereal, far less concrete than the manifestation of spiritual thoughts. I am just going to argue again about this martial arts 'will'. Is it true that the will is not pure and cannot achieve the realm of martial saints? I don't believe it!"

Over the word will, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Jingyu debated twice in a row. The first two times were indistinguishable, and today was the third round.

In Zhao Sheng's opinion, the will of martial arts should belong to a certain type of spiritual variant. As long as he masters its spiritual frequency and his martial arts cultivation, it is easy to achieve the status of martial saint.

But in terms of actual results, he has tried thousands of times and has never been able to guide the power of the cells from the cells. The realm of martial saint is like fishing for the moon in the water, elusive.

When he finished speaking, Zhao Jingyu replied calmly: "You are right, will is not the only way to become a martial saint. The ancestors used the power of the soul to successfully guide the power within the cell."

The implication is self-evident, those who have not reached the state of becoming a god cannot hope to become a martial saint.

The previous ancestors of the Zhao family all failed, and other top forces like the Sky Splitting Swordsmanship also tried with great effort, but the final result was only one and a half!

The golden elixir of the inner sword that became the Martial Saint clearly had the ability to transform into a god, but even when he was transformed, he was stuck in the perfection of the golden elixir and could not break the elixir to become an infant.

The reason is actually due to the Gang Yuan force, because this force originates from the cells in the body, and its nature is more like "Yuan Jing", while Yuan Ying's mana is more like "Yuan Shen".

At least below the realm of transformation into gods, these two extremely different extreme powers cannot be compatible at the same time (unless they are controlled by the soul.)

Upon hearing what the other party said, Zhao Sheng immediately took out a piece of white paper and stood between the two of them.

"Come, let me feel the so-called 'will' of martial arts again!"

When he said this, Zhao Sheng's spiritual thoughts burst out with all his strength, firmly covering every inch of the white paper.

"Oh, I'm almost dead. If I use my will, my life will be shortened."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng immediately threw out a green pill bottle and said arrogantly: "This bottle contains a pill that will kill the King of Hell. That's enough!"

"Haha! The Sixteenth Patriarch is always so generous in his actions. With this treasure pill, I am willing to do it even if I die now!"

As the word "will" fell, the white paper suddenly split in half from the middle without any warning.

With the powerful spiritual thoughts of the Nascent Soul cultivator, he didn't even notice anything strange beforehand.

This is incredible!

Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his majestic spiritual thoughts repeatedly scanned the two pieces of white paper, but he still found nothing.

"What exactly is will?" Zhao Sheng exhaled slowly, with a solemn expression, and asked himself word by word.

At this time, Zhao Jingyu suddenly responded: "The metaphysical will is fundamentally different from the divine thoughts that represent spiritual power. If we forcefully describe its shape, I can only say that will is pure one and is used to achieve a certain goal. Concentration and perseverance. Only when the will is extremely pure can the impossible become possible.”

"In addition, you may not know that cells actually have a 'will'?"

Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly knew the reason why his spiritual thoughts had never been able to break through the cell barrier.

It turns out that cells also have "will"!

After learning this appalling secret, he fell silent for a moment.