Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 11 The Wang Family is Doomed

A night of unbridled frenzy passed, the storm subsiding as the blossoms began to unfurl.

As the first light of dawn broke, Wang Yu Yan departed in solitude, her silhouette gradually fading into the distance.

It had never crossed Zhao Sheng’s mind that Wang Yu Yan, a woman famed for her icy rationality, possessed such a hidden, scorching fervor.

Furthermore... she had been incredibly bold!

As a man, he found himself feeling slightly inadequate in comparison.

On the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, a date deemed auspicious for both weddings and funerals, Fragrant Swallow Valley was draped in crimson silks, overflowing with a joyous and celebratory atmosphere.

Standing amidst the sea of relatives and guests, Zhao Sheng felt a pang of desolation as he observed Wang Yu Yan participating in the ceremony, marrying a man who possessed the shifty features of a rat.

That same night, Wang Yuqi—already a mother of three—erupted in a sudden, inexplicable fit of temper. It required a mountain of gentle reassurances from Zhao Sheng to finally soothe her spirit.

Time is akin to sand held in a palm; the more firmly one tries to grasp it, the swifter it drains away.

While Zhao Sheng labored toward his ambitions in life, fifteen years vanished in what felt like a mere moment.

On a particular day, agonizing screams resonated from a chamber within the inner sanctum of the Zhao Family’s Castle.

In the courtyard just outside, Zhao Sheng paced back and forth with restless energy, his anxious gaze fixed upon the doors of the birthing room.

A tall, handsome young man could not help but utter a complaint, "Dad, can you stop pacing? You're making me dizzy."

The moment he finished speaking, a young girl of thirteen or fourteen years added, "Yeah! Dad, don't worry. Mom has already given birth to seven of us, there's absolutely no danger."

Zhao Sheng turned his head, casting a stern look at his firstborn son, Zhao Chenggong, and his eldest daughter, Zhao Chengfeng. "You don't understand!"

Being the spirited one, Zhao Chengfeng teased him intentionally, "Dad, all of us know what you're thinking, except for Old Seven. Isn't it just that you want to have a younger brother with a Spirit Root?"

"Feng'er, how dare you speak to dad like that! Apologize now!" Zhao Chenggong barked at his sister immediately.

Stung by her brother's reprimand, Zhao Chengfeng felt a wave of grievance and began to pout.

Zhao Sheng dismissed the tension with a wave of his hand, signaling that it was fine.

Da Feng was correct; he truly did yearn for a son gifted with a Spirit Root.

Regarding this desire, he had been entirely transparent with his wife, Wang Yuqi, since the very start of their marriage.

Consequently, Wang Yuqi had gifted him seven children over the years. Even though she swore after every labor that she would never go through it again.

Yet, within two years, she would inevitably find herself pregnant once more.

Zhao Sheng felt a profound sense of gratitude for the sacrifices his wife had made. While his initial motives for the union might have been purely utilitarian, over a decade of shared life had deepened their bond, gradually eroding his cold calculations.

Another fifteen minutes slipped by when a piercing cry suddenly erupted from the birthing room, allowing Zhao Sheng’s racing heart to finally settle.

Old Eight had finally arrived!

After a long wait, just as Zhao Sheng was about to lose his patience and burst inside, a graceful figure emerged carrying a bundled infant.

"Auntie, let me have a look," Zhao Chengfeng cried out with excitement, rushing forward to reach for the child.

Wang Yu Yan shifted her weight to avoid the girl's grasping hands and scolded, "Your father hasn't even seen him yet, it's not your turn, you little brat."

Though many years had passed, Wang Yu Yan remained youthful. Her beauty seemed untouched by the fifteen years that had gone by, as if time itself had frozen for her.

Watching the stunning woman approach, Zhao Sheng felt a flicker of unease.

Ever since that rat-faced man perished in an accident eight years prior, Wang Yu Yan had sought him out once more.

From that point onward, they had maintained a clandestine romance.

Despite the excitement of their secret, Zhao Sheng could not help but feel a lingering sense of guilt toward his wife.

With a complex expression, Wang Yu Yan placed the bundle into the man’s arms. "Here, have a look at your son. Congratulations on getting your wish!"

Zhao Sheng trembled violently at her words, nearly losing his grip on the infant.

"You mean....."

"Hmm, I've already tested it, and it's Four Spirit Roots," Wang Yu Yan confirmed with a nod.

Excellent, truly excellent!

Zhao Sheng was overwhelmed with joy; after years of striving, the heavens had finally granted him his desire.

"Haha, let's just call Old Eight 'Zhao Cheng' then," he declared with a boisterous laugh.

That very night, the Zhao Family’s Castle was placed under strict lockdown, while carrier pigeons were dispatched in every direction to spread the joyful news.

Members of the Wang Family from Fragrant Swallow Valley arrived shortly after, and prominent Zhao family members stationed elsewhere rushed back without delay.

The birth of Old Eight was undeniably a monumental event for the clan, yet they chose to forgo a grand celebration, opting instead for extreme discretion.

Aside from a few trusted individuals within the Zhao and Wang families, the outside world remained ignorant of the fact that the Nanyang Zhao Family had produced a child with a Spirit Root.

Time flew by, and a year passed.

In the sweltering heat of summer, accompanied by the drone of cicadas and the croaking of frogs, Zhao Sheng sat at a table in a parlor within the castle, meticulously polishing a three-inch ancient bronze dagger.

This weapon was a recent prize of war—a First Order Middle Grade Magical Flying Sword.

Within this year, Zhao Sheng’s Cultivation had attained the level of Innate Great Success. His actual battle prowess far exceeded his rank, particularly his qinggong, which had reached a staggering level of mastery.

Name: Zhao Zhiqin (Zhao Sheng) Life Span: 38/120 Realm: Innate Great Success Constitution: Hundred-year-old Body (Mortal Level), Light as a Feather (Mortal Level) Talent: Dynamic Vision (Mortal Level) Skill: Floating Light Sword Skill (Unprecedented), Emerald Tide Technique (Refined), Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations (Unprecedented), Wind Chasing Arrow Technique (Refined), Cross Refining Iron Body (Great Success)

Scanning the information on the Hundred Lifetimes Book Page, Zhao Sheng felt a surge of pride.

It was not merely because of his Cultivation, but because he had established a peerless qinggong legacy for his descendants.

The Cloud Dragon Nine Transformations was an evolution of the Cloud Dragon Three Changes; it was a technique Zhao Sheng had spent eight grueling years refining.

Once mastered, a single breath of True Qi allowed the practitioner to take nine successive steps through the air. Each stride covered thirty feet, leaving phantom clouds beneath their feet.

To evaluate this supreme qinggong, Zhao Sheng had spent six months traveling across the seven states of the Liang Kingdom. He challenged twelve major Sects and dueled over twenty Innate Grandmasters. Not a single opponent had been able to even graze his clothes.

Just two days prior, he had personally slain a Cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refinement.

Suddenly,

Clang!

The parlor door was slammed open. Zhao Sheng, irritated by the intrusion, looked up to see his wife, Wang Yuqi, bursting in. Her face was drenched in tears, her expression one of utter panic and heartbreak.

"Husband, something terrible has happened! Our Wang Family... Wah!"

Wang Yuqi collapsed into Zhao Sheng’s arms, unable to finish her sentence before she dissolved into loud wails.

Seeing her in such a state, Zhao Sheng’s face paled. He quickly tried to soothe her while pressing for answers. "Don't panic, what has happened? To see Sister Qi in such sorrow, tell your husband all about it, I am here for you."

Wuwu!

Wang Yuqi sobbed uncontrollably, her hand shaking as she offered a Thousand-mile Talisman to her husband.

Zhao Sheng took the item and unfolded it. As he read, his expression darkened, eventually turning the color of ash.

"How is this possible!"

In that instant, he was consumed by a mixture of shock and incandescent rage.

The Wang Family had been annihilated!