Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 622 - 385: Listen to the Long Yin_2

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Zhao Sheng looked up and his powerful Divine Sense suddenly expanded, clashing briefly with the unfamiliar Divine Sense that was probing him before easily “pushing” it back.

At the inn’s upper sky, Zhao Qiongyun’s face changed, and he no longer dared to be careless, his figure quickly descending to the backyard to await the high personage’s appearance.

A breath later, Zhao Sheng appeared abruptly before Zhao Qiongyun’s eyes, startling him once again.

The “high personage” before him was ethereal and elusive, truly unfathomable, causing Zhao Qiongyun to be even more cautious.

Zhao Sheng sized him up with a glance, noting the man was tall and thin, with sharp eyes as piercing as lightning, and bursts of brilliance flickering in his eyes, clearly one who was cunning at heart.

From the clash of Divine Senses just now, it seemed the newcomer’s cultivation was not bad, at least having reached the Golden Core Realm.

Although he had reached Core Formation using external aids, it was still quite remarkable.

“You are of the Qiong generation, born in the Netherworld?” Zhao Sheng asked abruptly after he finished sizing him up.

“Although I am not of the authentic lineage, my father truly hails from the local direct lineage,” Zhao Qiongyun immediately emphasized upon hearing this.

“Hmm, that barely qualifies,” Zhao Sheng muttered to himself, nodding, and then with a raise of his hand, he threw over the Identity Token.

Zhao Qiongyun captured the Token with a thought and after careful inspection, imprinted several spells into it.

The Token suddenly emitted a layer of blood light, and simultaneously, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Qiongyun both felt a kind of sensing between them, confirming beyond doubt their related bloodlines.

“My true name is Zhao Qiongtian, a descendant of the Shen Character Lineage. I infiltrated the Netherworld a hundred years ago and mainly operated in the shadows of Cang Province. Now, seeking refuge here, I thus send greetings to the local organization,” he boldly introduced his “identity,” not at all worried that Zhao Qiongyun would spot any flaws.

After all, there were not many in the Dragon Continent who knew what was happening in Cang Province.

This was because of the special nature of the espionage network.

To avoid implicating others after exposure, the spies of Tianzhu Realm typically kept “single line” contacts,

and each continent developed its forces independently, hardly having any interaction on a normal basis.

Only leader-level figures with control over the spy network would periodically exchange information and recognize important members from various continents.

Even so, it was impossible for them to fully know all those “top-level spies.”

Some spies never contacted the organization, relying solely on “going solo” and personally establishing espionage networks.

Over the millennia, most spy networks were built this way.

Therefore, Zhao Qiongyun never doubted Zhao Sheng’s identity.

“So it turns out you are an uncle from the Shen Character Lineage! I was disrespectful just now,” Zhao Qiongyun’s eyes sparkled as he immediately said with an enthusiastic smile on his face.

“Hmm, ignorance is a forgivable mistake! After all, given our unique identities, it is better to be extra cautious and careful,” Zhao Sheng waved his hand, indicating it was no problem.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiongyun relaxed, and eagerly smiled, “West Chu City is small and remote, with sparse Spiritual Energy, unsuitable for uncle to live secluded and cultivate. I have an excellent cave mansion lying idle, uncle might wish to accompany me there.”

Zhao Sheng considered the offer for a moment and then nodded, “That would be good!”

Moments later, two streams of tunneling light soared towards the sky, speeding towards the depths of the Huimeng Mountain Range.

…

A day later, two streaks of light arrived from the horizon, descending upon a range of rolling, gentle mountains in the upper sky.

The glow dissipated, revealing Zhao Sheng and Zhao Qiongyun.

“Senior brother, this is the Songfeng Sect that I established!”

Zhao Qiongyun proudly pointed to the mountains below and introduced them to Zhao Sheng.

For convenience, according to Zhao Sheng’s request, the two had agreed to address each other as senior and junior brothers.

Zhao Sheng looked into the distance to see palaces and towers built amongst the peaks and valleys, although they appeared a bit dilapidated and somewhat lacking in vitality.

“This place is not bad, the concentration of Spiritual Energy is decent,” Zhao Sheng casually complimented.

Zhao Qiongyun appeared very proud, flying down first with Zhao Sheng following him down.

The two quickly landed in the plaza of a large hall,

where stood a female cultivator with graying temples, behind her were more than twenty Purple Robed Disciples, lined up respectfully on either side.

The Purple Robed female cultivator looked to be in her forties or fifties, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but one could vaguely see her beauty from her youth.

“Master,”

The moment she saw Zhao Qiongyun, the woman immediately stepped forward, performing a deeply respectful bow to Zhao Qiongyun.

“Are these all disciples of the Songfeng lineage, junior brother? Not many promising seedlings, huh!” Zhao Sheng gave them a glance and could not help but comment.

These disciples mostly had third-tier or fourth-tier Spirit Roots and their cultivation was largely in the Qi Refining Realm, with only a few at the Foundation Establishment Cultivation level.

“Senior brother, you set the bar too high, these disciples and grandchildren of mine are already considered accomplished, given that the Dragon Continent is harsh and Spiritual Energy scarce,” Zhao Qiongyun, with a hint of distress on his face, argued a bit before turning to instruct everyone, “Hurry up and meet your Grandmaster Uncle!”

“Junior Yan Ran pays respects to Grandmaster Uncle!” The Purple Robed female cultivator bowed deeply.

“We pay respects to Grandmaster Uncle!”

The rows of disciples jointly performed a respectful greeting to Zhao Sheng, their voices in unison.

“Good, no need for more ceremonies,” Zhao Sheng nodded and then with a big sweep of his hand, pill bottles scattered about, landing in each person’s hands, including the Purple Robed female cultivator.

Upon seeing the Spirit Pills inside the bottle, Yan Ran, the female cultivator, immediately showed a look of astonishment; there were no less than ten third-tier Soul Condensing Pills.

“Grandmaster Uncle, these Spirit Pills are too…” Yan Ran began, but before she could finish, Zhao Sheng interrupted her.