Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1596 - 859: Appointed as Temple Master, Shishu Transmits the Dharma (Part 3)

Long ago, as the Taiching Ancestor came down the mountains to preach, he simply chanted the scriptures three times in public, prompting the Dharma recipients to freely offer three dou and three jin of Pure Money.

The Ancestor once declared: The Dharma is not passed to six ears, and goods are sold only to the fated.

He remarked that later generations selling cheaply would surely leave descendants without money to savor!

Zhao Sheng abruptly comprehended, a knowing smile forming on his lips as he found the Taiching Ancestor truly amusing.

"Ancestor, kindly take a clear look. This disciple has managed the temple for merely ten years, truly in dire straits. I simply cannot muster three dou and three jin of Pure Money. Could I offer other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures instead?"

"Haha, you clever rascal catches on fast. Any other True Spirit would refuse outright. But I, the Ancestor, am always fair. Present treasures worth twice the value, and I’ll impart the first three volumes of ‘Mixed Element Qi’ to you."

Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were precisely what Zhao Sheng lacked the most.

Saying nothing, he flicked his sleeve, unleashing the Southern Haoyang Mirror. Ripples danced across its surface, instantly ejecting heaps of Top-grade Spirit Stones, Mystic Crystal Origin Stones, Star Iron, Ten-thousand-year-old Sky Blue, Pure Water Crystals, plus various other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Flying swords, alchemy furnaces, Seal Stele Towers, and numerous Magical Treasures tumbled out as well.

Moments later, the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures formed a small mountain, every piece gleaming radiantly with frequent displays of wondrous phenomena.

The Attendant Student’s eyes sparkled brightly, diving straight into the treasure pile, frolicking amid selections and rolling about gleefully, utterly abandoning any ancestral poise.

Witnessing this, Zhao Sheng felt puzzled, reasoning that the Attendant Student, clearly a fragment of Spirit Treasure True Spirit, ought to scorn such "trifles."

Yet why did it act so "avaricious"?

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Right then, thoughts flooded his mind like crashing waves, a subtle spiritual gleam flickering within, as though brushing against a profound insight.

Regrettably... the moment hadn’t ripened yet; that fleeting inspiration remained just beyond his grasp.

"Not sufficient, not enough! Offer more... With ample treasures, I’ll even share cultivation insights from former disciples."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng promptly released another treasure mirror, promptly depleting all treasures from the Mirror Realm.

Soon, a second Treasure Mountain emerged within the grand hall.

Ecstatic, the Attendant Student never imagined an ordinary Outer Disciple could yield such vast Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

In the midst of delight, a vague unease stirred instinctively.

But the very next moment, it dismissed the suspicion.

While this individual stayed in the Taiqing Cave Heaven, no upheaval was possible. Unless his real identity belonged to a True Immortal of Longevity!

"A True Immortal of Longevity? Utterly impossible!"

The Attendant Student swiftly banished this absurd idea, devoting full attention to picking Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Shortly after, the two treasure mountains had shrunk considerably. Satisfied, the Attendant Student rose, strutted to Zhao Sheng, and jabbed an index finger at the book page.

In the following instant, countless Immortal Seal Taoist Texts materialized on the blank page, swiftly assembling into flawless lines of Dao rhyme-infused scriptures.

Zhao Sheng glanced down, watching as Immortal Seal Taoist Texts leaped from the page one by one, surging excitedly into his Purple Mansion at the brow.

Instantly, immense information flooded his consciousness, his Primordial Spirit ballooning exponentially into a colossal, imposing giant spirit that endured the torrent of vast, cosmic-scale knowledge.

After what seemed an eternity, Zhao Sheng’s eyes snapped open, clarity returning.

Surveying the surroundings, the hall stood vacant save for the two heaps of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures on the floor.

The Ancestor Preaching Painting on the wall appeared mundane, the Attendant Student within clutching a book in a standing pose, face serene and dignified, though his mouth corners curved faintly upward.

Composing himself, Zhao Sheng flared his right sleeve wide, unleashing boundless suction that whisked the two treasure piles into its depths in a flash.

With a body flicker, he departed the ancestral hall.