Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1500: 812: Ten Years Flow Like Water, Shattering the Golden Core

Following a gentle spring shower, a veil of mist lifted above the lake's surface.

A haze enveloped Seven Stars Island, where the spirit fields brimmed with lush White Jade Rice, vibrant green like emeralds and releasing a subtle aroma.

Zhao Sheng strolled amid the spirit fields, his robe dampened by dew on one edge. Gazing at the flourishing White Jade Rice, he offered a faint smile before abruptly waving his long sleeve, unleashing a broad cloud of ashen dust that drifted softly onto the rice stalks across several acres.

He advanced more than a dozen paces to the heart of the spirit fields, formed a hand seal, and directed a ray of vivid yellow spirit light downward into the soil.

Right away, the ground quietly subsided, creating a cavity roughly a foot in diameter.

From his sleeve, Zhao Sheng retrieved a Five-Colored Stone the size of a thumb, inspected it momentarily, and dropped it into the opening.

The instant after, a streak of radiance shimmered in the hole, which then sealed without a sound, restoring the earth to its prior condition.

With that accomplished, Zhao Sheng shut his eyes, extended his Divine Sense, and remained motionless, attuned to the surroundings.

As moments ticked by, it appeared that the ambient spiritual energy was pulled by an unseen force, steadily converging on the spirit fields, with Spiritual Qi density surging at an astonishing rate.

Before half a day had elapsed, spirit clouds gathered overhead in the spirit fields, shortly followed by a soft shower of spirit rain.

Zhao Sheng's eyes fluttered open; he knelt down and placed his palms against the earth, channeling a rush of refined Spiritual Power that swiftly morphed into countless delicate "frequencies" delving ten meters deep into the soil.

Slowly, a faint and slender spirit vein materialized in his Heart Lake, its routes, offshoots, junctions, and origins all sharply outlined.

Zhao Sheng concentrated his thoughts, his Divine Sense shaping into an unseen grasp that seized the Five-Colored Stone and embedded it at the spirit vein's central junction.

At once, an immense surge of Earth Element Spiritual Qi ascended from the earth's depths, steadily integrating into the central junction before rapidly spreading across the entire spirit vein.

Swish!

Abruptly, bunches of spirit rice quivered though no breeze stirred, producing a chorus of whispering rustles, while the pale green stalks and foliage noticeably bulked up and deepened in hue, gaining a more lustrous, jade-like vigor brimming with life.

“Hmm, it's somewhat decent at last!” Zhao Sheng rose to his feet, glanced around contentedly, brushed the soil from his palms, and ascended skyward, elegantly leaving the spirit fields behind.

Just then, a youthful servant dashed up in haste, offered a deep bow, and murmured, “Master, a visitor has arrived and is presently waiting in the Lakeside Pavilion.”

“Hmm, got it.”

Zhao Sheng gave a slight nod, then strode forward, vanishing to a spot ten feet distant in a flash, much like Instantaneous Movement.

In this manner, with each step spanning ten feet, then twenty, then thirty… he swiftly receded into the distance.

Lakeside Pavilion.

No sooner had he stepped into the chamber than a burly Great Han rose from his seat, booming with laughter as he strode over.

The Great Han already possessed a menacing visage, and his boisterous chuckles only amplified his ferocious demeanor.

“Boss, it's been seven years since we last met—I truly missed you.”

With those words, the Great Han opened his arms wide and charged at Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng displayed a scornful expression, swiftly retreated a pace, balled his fist, and tapped the Great Han's shoulder with minimal force, sending him stumbling.

Chen Polu clutched his shoulder and rubbed it hard, wincing in discomfort, half-grumbling, “Ow, that nearly did me in! Boss, how did you get so powerful?”

Zhao Sheng chuckled and chided, “Rubbish, I didn't put much effort into it. Why act so fragile? Sit down already.”

Observing this, Chen Polu instantly beamed with a grin, trailed after the boss into the chamber, and they both took their seats.

The attendants promptly presented Spiritual Tea to the pair.

Zhao Sheng reclined back against his chair in a relaxed manner, inquiring offhandedly, “You don't visit without cause. Making the trip all the way to Seven Stars Island today suggests you've got business. Speak up—what's the matter? I'll assist if possible, but if not, talking to the heavens won't alter it.”

Chen Polu flashed a toothy smile and replied, “Boss, your insight is spot on! Indeed, brother here needs a favor.”

“Haha, who seeks favors without bringing something? You know the customs!” Zhao Sheng jested on purpose.

“Oh, as if I'd arrive empty-handed! I've gone to great lengths to obtain a treasure. Boss, you're bound to appreciate it!”

Chen Polu simpered obsequiously and produced a apricot-yellow gourd, no larger than a palm, from within his robes, offering it with care.

Arching a brow, Zhao Sheng dispatched his Divine Sense as a slender probe into the gourd's interior, which promptly caused his brows to lift once more.

With a flick of his wrist, the gourd drifted into his grasp; he removed the stopper and gave it a sharp pat.

Slap!

The following instant, a vivid azure flame burst from the gourd's opening, compact as a palm yet radiating a mild yet intense warmth.

“Samadhi True Fire?! You've stumbled upon a fine chance, kid.” Zhao Sheng's gaze gleamed with approval.

Chen Polu boasted, “See? I figured it'd catch your eye. Brother Sheng, with this Samadhi True Fire, your breakthrough to Foundation Establishment is guaranteed to succeed.”

In his mind, since his boss practiced the “Samadhi True Fire Technique” and now possessed the Samadhi True Fire, reaching mastery in cultivation was imminent, making the Foundation Establishment breakthrough a simple feat.

Of course, Chen Polu remained utterly unaware of the true nature of the figure before him.

Zhao Sheng returned the Samadhi True Fire to the gourd, secured the lid, and stated gravely, “Taking such a valuable gift from you… I can't back out now. So, what's your ask?”

Chen Polu dropped his smile, turned his palm over, and revealed a small silver sword in his hold.

Yet this small sword was riddled with fractures, its luster entirely faded, evidently rendered worthless.

“Boss, the Flowing Moon Sword is damaged—can you repair it?”

Upon seeing it, Zhao Sheng extended his hand for the small sword, toyed with it for a bit, and declared, “No, the inner Magic Prohibition is utterly ruined; it's beyond any hope of restoration.”