Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 247 - 213 Three Kings Vying for a Person

Chapter 247: Chapter 213 Three Kings Vying for a Person

Zhao Sheng had hardly finished speaking when the invisible oppressive force within the palace surged by threefold in an instant, the ground frost spread, and ice particles rained down from the sky, rendering the atmosphere exceptionally heavy and suffocating, weighing heavily on everyone’s hearts making it difficult to breathe.

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A thin layer of ice quickly formed on the surface of the light shield around Zhao Sheng, pale yet extremely cold.

Boom!

With a thought, Zhao Sheng’s blue light shield violently expanded outward, instantly shattering the layer of ice crystals.

Just then, the Ice King stood up, and his immense pressure expanded, instantly enveloping the entire palace.

Simultaneously, a cold voice carrying a chilling coldness suddenly resounded in the palace, “Little fellow, your surname ought to be Wang!”

Zhao Sheng brushed the frost off his sleeves, standing against the increasingly strong pressure, and indifferently said, “A name is given by one’s parents. I do not have the habit of acknowledging ancestors indiscriminately.”

“Little fellow, do you realize that your veins carry the exceedingly noble blood of the Spirit Clan? Where are your parents now? One of them must surely be a descendant of my Spirit Clan. Descendants of the Spirit Clan bloodline must not be left outside, they must be brought back to the Spiritual Abyss!”

With every step the Ice King took descending the palace steps, the chill within the palace halls intensified.

The Ice King was currently in the Golden Core Perfect Peak Stage. As long as he passed the Thirty-Nine Heavenly Tribulations, he could ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, he had lingered in this peak stage for far too long, almost unable to hide his own breath, and inadvertently revealing traces of Divine Skills’ pressure with every movement and thought.

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s expression changed, and he said somberly, “Since childhood, I have been an orphan.”

“Humph, I see. Such a youthful aura! Little fellow, you are not even 60 years old and have already reached Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Even among the young generation of the Spiritual Abyss, you would be considered outstanding,” the Ice King praised, seemingly possessing a superpower to see through one’s heart, as he did not doubt the truthfulness of Zhao Sheng’s words and did not press further.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng had already stimulated his Talent of Absolute Rationality, with a mind as clear as ice and a will that was unbreakable, his facial expression utterly indifferent.

Facing an old monster who had lived for who knows how many years, he must do his utmost and be extremely cautious in response.

What Zhao Sheng did not realize in his carefulness, was just how special he was under the state of Absolute Rationality.

This extremely rational state that discards emotions and desires is perfectly compatible with the Miracle Technique of the Spirit Clan known as the “Eternal Ice Heart Skill.”

By coincidence, the Ice King was the only member of the Spirit Clan who had been able to cultivate the “Eternal Ice Heart Skill” in hundreds of years.

Seeing a perfect successor appear before him, one could imagine how excited the Ice King was.

Even though the Ice King had nearly eradicated all emotions and desires such as excitement, Zhao Sheng was undoubtedly a heaven-sent treasure in his eyes.

Suddenly,

The Ice King abruptly shouted, “Little fellow, no matter what your surname is, from now on, follow this king! Once we return to the Spiritual Abyss, your name will be recorded under this king’s lineage, your status equivalent to a third-generation of the Spirit Clan. And… stop cultivating that life-draining evil technique. I will teach you the supreme Miracle Technique of our clan, the ‘Eternal Ice Heart Skill.'”

Zhao Sheng’s secret of cultivating the “Blood Soul Scripture” couldn’t possibly be concealed from the Ice King, who could easily discern the fact that Zhao Sheng’s Life Span had drastically reduced with a sweep of Divine Sense.

The Ice King’s voice remained cold, utterly devoid of emotional fluctuations. But even a fool could hear that he was very pleased at this moment, showing unabashed affection for Zhao Sheng.

The Ice King’s stance caused immense shock to Master Jiu Chi standing aside.

As one of the most powerful kings under the Nascent Soul of the Spirit Clan, the Ice King not only held a highly revered position within the clan but was also the lord of a 30,000-mile maritime territory.

For hundreds of years, this was the first time the Ice King had openly taken a disciple, and the chosen one was a Spirit Clan wild-breed who had been cast away.

This… was beyond imagination! For a moment, Master Jiu Chi was utterly bewildered.

Zhao Sheng hadn’t figured it out yet, but in the state of Absolute Rationality, his thoughts were changing far faster than usual, myriad thoughts flashing by.

He suddenly realized something was amiss.

In an instant, Zhao Sheng deactivated the state of Absolute Rationality, his eyes once more revealing various emotions and desires.

He was about to speak when suddenly, the sound of surging water echoed throughout the palace.

In between him and the Ice King, a seemingly real yet ethereal river phantom suddenly materialized out of thin air, profound and vast, ancient as if it had flowed through countless worlds from an unknown void to this era.

As this phantom river appeared, the ice crystals and frost in the palace melted away in large sections, turning into slender streams that flowed upwards into the river, vanishing in a flash.

“Heavenly River King!” Master Jiu Chi suddenly shouted in surprise.

“Haha! Ice King, you’re not being fair this time! It’s not easy to find a new clansman. I won’t just watch the little fellow be swayed by you. His belonging must go through deliberation by the elders,” the voice said.

As he spoke, a living water figure rose from the river in the void, leapt out, and landed on the ground. In a blink of an eye, it transformed into a tall man clad in a black robe.

This man had sharp brows and bright eyes, handsome and dashing, with a temperate and approachable demeanor that instantly gave a refreshing impression.

“You’re here. You shouldn’t have come.”

“This is the Spirit Palace, not your Iceberg Ocean. I’ll go wherever I wish,” the Heavenly River King said languidly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice of approval came from the entrance: “Well said.”

Zhao Sheng turned around only to see a Star Nebula slowly drifting into the great hall, and amidst the swirling of the nebula, a handsome young man adorned in a deep blue brocade robe stepped in.