Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 503: Chapter 332 Intelligence Trafficker (Wishing all book friends great luck in the Year of the Rabbit!)

“Who I am isn’t important. Qiu Santong, I was entrusted by Zhao to relay a message to your alliance,” Zhao Sheng spoke openly without fear, his face full of smiles.

“What? What did you say?” The short-bearded elder’s face changed drastically, anxiously asking, “Where is Master Qiu? Could it be that the master has already escaped from the Divine Prison?”

Zhao Sheng shook his head regretfully, “He’s dead! However, he honored his obligations. Zhao will deliver the message…”

“What message?”

“The old man said there’s no need to rescue him anymore, because he is already dead.”

“…”

Upon hearing this, the short-bearded elder’s face turned crimson, and his beard and hair stood on end in anger.

“I take my leave!”

Zhao Sheng cupped his fists, then turned and walked away.

“Hold on!” the elder shouted explosively, Wind Blades flying furiously, sealing the doorway in an instant.

A thought crossed Zhao Sheng’s mind, and a circle of roaring red flames surged out, clashing with the wind. The sky full of Wind Blades was instantly engulfed by the flames.

Zhao Sheng stepped into the Flame Sea, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

“Where do you think you’re going!” The short-bearded elder’s eyes flashed fiercely, suddenly unleashing his Divine Sense, covering a radius of more than twenty yards around.

However, under the Divine Sense, there was nothing but thin air; the man had vanished into thin air.

The short-bearded elder rushed out of the house like a whirlwind, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his face inevitably showing a look of astonishment.

“Who… who exactly is he?”

“Who… who exactly is he?”

Several miles away, in a narrow alley, a “tiny person” lay next to Zhao Sheng’s ear, its tiny mouth opening and closing, mimicking the words in a voice and tone exactly like the elder’s.

On the other side, a “tiny person” also sat unnoticed on the shoulder of the short-bearded elder.

“Zhao Feng, keep a close watch on that man. Report to me immediately if there’s any news.”

The Ear Reporting God nodded, its large ears flapping as it suddenly soared into the sky, spinning rapidly and disappearing in an instant.

“Heavenly Rebel Alliance? Interesting…”

The lingering sound echoed, and Zhao Sheng’s figure had vanished from the alley.

…

“Master, the master has returned.”

A sudden flurry of excitement erupted in Zhao Mansion as the servants greeted Zhao Sheng with exceptional joy.

Over the past few years, it was as if Zhao Mansion had fallen into a nest of blessings. The master was not only kind-hearted and generous to the point of frightening, but he also occasionally distributed various benefits. The monthly allowance of rice had increased by more than fifty percent compared to three years ago.

However, their treatment was nothing compared to Zhao Xing and Zhao Tai, the two brothers.

It was as if they had burned incense for eight generations and finally had great fortune shining upon them.

For some reason, the master particularly favored those two wooden lumps.

Not only did he promote the Zhao brothers to second and third managers, but several of their sons also entered the study hall, fortunate to follow the teacher in reading and writing.

In a hall in the backyard of Zhao Mansion, Zhao Xing and Zhao Tai looked around uneasily.

At this moment, the master sat in the upper seat, his right hand carefully feeling over a tiger-headed child, a slight smile of pleasure on his face.

“Not bad, this child has a strong constitution and open meridians, a fine material for martial arts training. From now on, he shall start practicing by standing posts with the mansion guards.”

Having spoken, Zhao Sheng reached inside his robe, pulled out a thin booklet, and handed it to Zhao Hongyun.

Zhao Hongyun was the child’s full name, and he was Zhao Xing’s younger son.

Zhao Sheng instructed, “This ‘Infinite Divine Skill’ booklet is something I came upon by chance. Now, I am giving it to Hongyun. Keep it well hidden, and don’t let anyone outside the family know about it. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can come ask me.”

“Master…” Zhao Hongyun looked timid, seemingly hesitant to accept it.

Zhao Sheng smiled and said, “Take it! Otherwise, I’ll be unhappy.”

Seeing this, Zhao Xing hurriedly scolded his son, “Hongyun, aren’t you going to thank the master for his gracious gift?”