Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1631: 877: Emperor Yuan in Peril, Immortal Law Silk Book (Part 2)

After more than a dozen breaths, Zhao Sheng completed his inspection of Yuan Chi Jiu's physical power and bloodline purity. He effortlessly implanted two mighty spells into its body, then retracted his mana and flung it far into the distance.

Having just reclaimed its freedom, Yuan Chi Jiu roared furiously at Zhao Sheng right away, yet it didn't dare advance a single step or launch any attack.

Yuan Chi Jiu bellowed, fierce in appearance but timid at heart, “You… you are so vicious! What malicious prohibition did you plant in this king moments ago? Remove it at once, or else… or else…”

Noticing it couldn't finish, Zhao Sheng picked up the thread with a teasing tone, “Or else… what?”

“Waaaaa, I’m furious!” Yuan Chi Jiu bounced around in rage, inexplicably slipping into a dramatic flair it had picked up somewhere.

Legends claim the Red Demon Horse Monkey innately speaks human tongue, grasps Yin and Yang, senses peril, and relishes gold for meals while sipping dew, savoring gourmet delights.

Even though Yuan Chi Jiu lacks pure Divine Ape blood, it carries the innate gifts of “human speech” and “danger perception.”

The prior clash made it abundantly aware of the dreadfully overwhelming might of the man standing before it, fully grasping that its life dangled by his every caprice.

Right then, Zhao Xuan Ye stood in utter shock, his eyes bulging as if ready to leap from their sockets.

Was this the same savage, intrepid Great Demon Emperor Yuan from earlier?

After brief reflection, Zhao Xuan Ye implored Zhao Sheng, “Daoist, please show mercy. Yuan Chi Jiu and I have shared friendship for thousands of years. Its temperamental nature by birth doesn't merit execution!”

No sooner had he spoken than Yuan Chi Jiu nearby fell abruptly silent, its bright white eyes swiveling about, stealing furtive glances at Zhao Sheng now and then, slyly gauging his reactions and mood.

A monkey is ever a monkey, regardless of how its cultivation soars to the heavens; it can't shed its core trait of preying on the weak while cowering from the mighty. Yuan Chi Jiu proved no different.

Zhao Sheng shot it a faint glance before sinking into pensive silence.

At that sight, Yuan Chi Jiu panicked desperately, nearly clawing its ears and cheeks in frenzy, its equine features sharpening even more.

One breath,

Two breaths,

After three breaths, Zhao Sheng judged the timing perfect and prepared to speak.

In that instant, the sky ripped apart, and a squat figure materialized abruptly before the pair.

The arrival measured under five feet, boasting a refined face and muscles rippling across his frame, poised like a grand, steadfast mountain.

Recognizing the figure at once, Zhao Xuan Ye recoiled in shock, hastening forward to bow deeply, “Zhao Family member of the Xuan generation, Zhao Xuan Ye, pays respects to the Third Ancestor!”

Zhao Sheng advanced likewise to salute, “Chonghe, has met the Third Ancestor!”

Zhao Dashan, his face ruddy with glee, jovially beckoned the duo to rise and skip the formalities.

Across from them, Yuan Chi Jiu quaked at the sight of Zhao Dashan like a mouse cornered by a feline, shuddering violently as harrowing old memories resurfaced.

Zhao Dashan swept his gaze about, and spying Yuan Chi Jiu nearby, a keen edge flared in his eyes.

He whipped around to Zhao Sheng and queried with keen interest, “Chonghe, is that matter… successful?”

Zhao Sheng uttered not a word, simply nodding faintly.

Ha ha!

Overjoyed, Zhao Dashan couldn't suppress his hearty guffaws, “Great, great, after over two hundred thousand years of steadfast endurance, this day's longing is at last granted.”

Zhao Xuan Ye scrutinized their visages intently, dimly perceiving that some monumental event loomed.

Uncertain of the precise cause for celebration, he knew it was no trivial affair; else the Third Ancestor would scarcely reveal such blatant rapture.

Zhao Sheng grinned, then transmitted via divine sense to Zhao Dashan a concise account of the Golden Crane Great Saint’s Dharma transmission, ultimately unveiling the Great Saint’s final wish in strict confidence.

Upon this revelation, Zhao Dashan pivoted sharply toward Yuan Chi Jiu, his stare oddly inscrutable, laced with unspoken portent.

A cold dread gripped Yuan Chi Jiu's heart, its prodigious instinct flaring instantly to signal that something… momentous had gone awry!

It yearned to bolt back to Cloud Peach Mountain, but ere it could stir, Zhao Dashan's piercing look rooted it obediently in place.

Zhao Dashan averted his eyes, musing openly, “This affair holds no great difficulty, yet it calls for time and a touch of destiny.”

Thereupon, Zhao Dashan eyed Zhao Xuan Ye and proclaimed resolutely, “Xuan Ye has held vigil at Great Saint Ridge for nigh on ten thousand years; entrusting this duty to him brings utmost confidence!”

With those words, Zhao Dashan sent a thread of divine sense toward the puzzled Zhao Xuan Ye.

Moments later, shock filled Zhao Xuan Ye as he couldn't help but look toward Yuan Chi Jiu, his eyes brimming with deep significance.

At this point, he finally comprehended the reason behind the First Daoist's abrupt arrival and recognized Yuan Chi Jiu's crucial role.

Having reached that realization, Zhao Xuan Ye thumped his chest confidently, vowing over and over, “Don't worry, Third Ancestor! Entrust this to me, and I'll handle it without delay.”

Zhao Dashan stated gravely, “Excellent, after this is settled, I'll allow you one visit to the Scripture Pavilion, access to the uppermost three levels included.”

Hearing those words, delight surged through Zhao Xuan Ye, his cheeks reddening with thrill as he bobbed his head eagerly.

He fully appreciated the immense value of the Third Ancestor's pledge, since the highest floor of the Scripture Pavilion housed the clan's supreme immortal law legacies.

Despite his position as a Returning to Void Realm elder, he lacked permission to cultivate any of those immortal laws.

Once the vow was given, Zhao Dashan advanced toward Zhao Sheng, jabbing a finger into the Void.

Suddenly, a “portal” materialized from nowhere right before them.

“Chonghe, follow me,” Zhao Dashan commanded, then strode through the portal.

Zhao Sheng gave a faint nod to Zhao Xuan Ye prior to entering the portal himself, vanishing instantly.

Witnessing that, Zhao Xuan Ye drew in a heavy breath, then beamed cordially at Yuan Chi Jiu standing nearby.

“Emperor Yuan, I possess a jar of thousand-year-old…”

…

While Zhao Xuan Ye started flattering Yuan Chi Jiu, Zhao Sheng returned once more to Chongyue Cave Heaven.

Surrounded by majestic peaks, one mountain thrust skyward majestically. On its summit, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Dashan stood together, watching as an archaic stone palace emerged from the depths.

A sparkle lit Zhao Sheng’s eyes, and with a casual hand motion, a golden silk scroll materialized in his grasp.

“Third Ancestor, this scroll holds the complete ‘Heaven-Supporting One Qi Technique.’ Kindly examine it.”

With that, Zhao Sheng passed the golden silk scroll over to Zhao Dashan.

Zhao Dashan swiftly unrolled the scroll, eyes gleaming with celestial glow as he scanned the myriad ancient glyphs, sending robust divine senses surging into it.

In a flash, brilliant radiance burst from the golden silk scroll, infinite ancient symbols gushing forth like a flood, ceaselessly flowing into the Purple Mansion between Zhao Dashan’s brows.

Zhao Sheng watched silently at the side, a second golden silk scroll silently emerging in his other hand.

Quite some time passed before Zhao Dashan gradually shut the golden silk scroll, a trace of weariness showing in his gaze.

Differing from a direct Dharma transmission from the Golden Crane Great Saint, simply committing the full Heaven-Supporting One Qi Technique to memory had drained fifty to sixty percent of Zhao Dashan’s Primordial Spirit strength.

“Third Ancestor, here's a partial scroll of the ‘Sky Demon Transformation Technique,’ please take a look.”

Without a moment to recover, Zhao Sheng offered yet another golden silk scroll.

At those words, Zhao Dashan shook off his exhaustion at once, accepted the golden silk scroll, and began perusing it anew.

Then, much later…

“Third Ancestor, this is a partial scroll of the ‘Supreme Yin Talisman Scripture,’ please have a look.”

“Third Ancestor, legend says the ‘Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique’ came from the Supreme Dao Ancestor himself—you can't afford to skip it.”

“Third Ancestor, the ‘Power Extreme Original Scripture’ is…”

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly at Zhao Xuan Ye before stepping into the portal, disappearing from sight.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuan Ye took a deep breath, then looked warmly at Yuan Chi Jiu not far away.

“Emperor Yuan, I have a jar of thousand-year-old…”

…

Just as Zhao Xuan Ye began to curry favor with Yuan Chi Jiu, Zhao Sheng once again entered Chongyue Cave Heaven.

Amidst towering mountains, a peak soared into the skies, proudly standing. Atop the mountain, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Dashan stood side by side, witnessing an ancient stone hall rising from below.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes glimmered, and with a flip of his hand, a golden silk scroll appeared in his palm.

“Third Ancestor, this scroll contains the entire ‘Heaven-Supporting One Qi Technique.’ Please have a look.”

Saying this, Zhao Sheng handed the golden silk scroll to Zhao Dashan.

Zhao Dashan eagerly opened the scroll, gazing at the