Zhao Sheng still said with a smile, "Third Brother, don't ugh. My martial arts have greatly improved recently. Be careful you lose to me ter!"

  Having said that, Zhao Sheng drew his long sword, discarded the scabbard, and pointed the tip of the sword at Zhao Zhijing.

  "Come on!"

  Seeing that the Ninth Master was serious, Zhao Zhijing shook his head helplessly, and after assuming the "Phoenix Arriving" stance, he said indifferently, "Come on, feel free to use all your skills!"

  Seeing the other party's frivolous and careless appearance, Zhao Sheng was determined to give him a profound lesson.

  With a shift of his footwork, Zhao Sheng's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and in the next instant, he suddenly appeared beside Zhao Zhijing, his right hand sealing the throat with a sword, as fast as lightning.

  Zhao Zhijing only felt a blur before his eyes, and he immediately cried out inwardly that something was wrong.

  However, before he could raise his sword to change his move, a chilling, bright long sword was already resting on his neck.

  "You lost!"

  Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Zhijing with a smile, and casually put away the Hundred Refinement Sword.

  Fast, too fast! So fast that it was jaw-dropping.

  Third Brother actually lost without making a single move. Everyone simply couldn't believe their eyes.

  Zhao Zhijing was extremely surprised and couldn't help but ask, "How... how could you be so fast?"

  "I said just now, my martial arts have greatly improved recently," Zhao Sheng replied calmly.

  "Could it be that you had an epiphany?" someone suddenly shouted from the side.

  "Yes," Zhao Sheng nodded, which was regarded as a default.

  As soon as this remark came out, everyone, including Zhao Zhijing,'s eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.

  Rumor has it in the martial world that enlightenment is something that can only be encountered by chance and cannot be sought.

  Once someone has an epiphany, their martial arts will greatly improve afterward, and from then on, their skills will improve by leaps and bounds.

  How could such a great thing fall on the zy Ninth Master? Heaven is really unfair! "I don't believe it! Ninth Master, come and spar with me!"

  The Sixth Master Zhao Zhiping jumped out at this time. He was tall and burly, and was one of the most skilled people among his peers besides two others.

  Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing silently made way, the meaning of this behavior was self-evident.

  "Sixth Brother, feel free to attack!"

  Zhao Sheng came today to establish his prestige and was not afraid of any challenge.

  Besides, none of these Zhao Family members today could catch his eye, they were all useless fellows.

  "Good!" Zhao Zhiping shouted violently and then stabbed with his sword, a move of White Rainbow Pierces the Sun, the tip of the sword heading straight for Zhao Sheng's chest.

  Idiot!

  As soon as the opponent's sword move came out, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but curse inwardly.

  White Rainbow Pierces the Sun is best known for its lightness and speed, but in Zhao Zhiping's hands, it was used fiercely and domineeringly, with a vigorous wind, which was completely going in the opposite direction.

  The Zhao Family has had it too easy these years, and they have really been negligent in the education of their younger generations.

  As, I have to change it! Zhao Sheng sighed inwardly, wielding his sword. The back of his sword rested on the opponent's bde, then the sword vibrated slightly. With one vibration and release, he easily neutralized Zhao Zhi Ping's strength.

  Then,

  Suddenly, a wisp of sword shadow, like light smoke and thin mist, seemed slow but was actually fast, easily breaking through Zhao Zhi Ping's defense. The tip of the sword steadily rested on the opponent's chest.

  "Sixth brother, this is how White Rainbow Pierces the Sun is used!" Zhao Sheng said calmly.

  Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhi Ping's face turned bright red on the spot, and he retreated with a face full of shame and indignation.

  "Who else wants to come up and try?"

  Zhao Sheng looked around, his expression calm, the Hundred Refinement Sword in his hand slightly raised.

  Impossible! In just two days, Little Ninth's skills have become so superb.

  Is enlightenment really that powerful? It can transform a person in just a few days! But the facts are right in front of them, and others have tried to come on stage, but all have been defeated.

  In fact, the Zhao Family's disciples were not wronged in their defeat.

  Not to mention them, if the blessing of internal true energy was removed, and only martial arts moves were considered, there would be no more than three people who could st more than a hundred moves against Zhao Sheng.

  After this incident, the news of Zhao Sheng's great improvement in martial arts immediately spread throughout Zhao Family Fortress.

  Some young masters and young dies who didn't believe it came to him proactively, but in the end, they all covered their faces and left.

  Three days ter, Zhao Sheng's treatment quietly returned to what it was before, and his monthly expenses were even increased to two hundred taels.

  He was very satisfied with this. The Madam was indeed the mistress of the house, smart and knew the times, and her grasp of propriety was very precise.

  Two days ter, Zhao Sheng, carrying his sword, took the initiative to find Zhao He Tai, the person in charge of the Third Branch. What did the two of them discuss in secret? No one knows except the parties involved.

  However, that night, Zhao He Tai suddenly sought out the head of the family, Zhao Hexing.

  After a brief conversation, Zhao Hexing took the initiative to summon the heads and elders of each branch to hold a secret meeting.

  A few days ter, all discussions about the Ninth Young Master came to an abrupt end. From then on, no one ever talked about what had happened in the past few days.

  In a family, someone has to be the face, and someone has to be the lining. The face cannot be stained with any dust, and if it bleeds, the lining has to hold it. If it can't be held and leaks onto the face, it could be a major event that destroys the family.

  Zhao Sheng chose to secretly become the "lining" of the Nanyang Zhao Family.

  Having lived for three lifetimes, he had long passed the stage of seeking fame and fortune. What if he had glory for one lifetime? Could he achieve longevity?

  In this life, he only had one goal: to give birth to a cultivator.

  Spring passed and autumn came, time flew by, and another three years passed in the blink of an eye.

  When the reputation of the Zhao Family's "Jade Sword Young Master" Zhao Zhijing spread throughout the Ganzhou Jianghu, an ordinary carriage slowly drove in from the gate of Moling City, and finally stopped in front of a three-story inn.

  "Young Master, we've arrived." Zhao Xiaobao jumped out of the carriage and said respectfully to the carriage.

  Three years had passed, and Zhao Xiaobao had changed a lot, having grown into a handsome young man.

  And his master, as the curtain of the carriage was rolled up, a handsome young master with a face like jade, a slender figure, and an elegant demeanor stepped out of the carriage.

  "Let's go in!"

  Having said that, Zhao Sheng strode into the inn.

  This inn was named Yue Lai Inn, a hidden stake pced by the Zhao Family in Moling City.

  As soon as the master and servant appeared, the innkeeper quickly welcomed them into a secret room.

  Inside the secret room, Zhao Sheng had just taken a seat when the innkeeper, Zhao Sanchong, was about to kneel down to pay his respects.

  Zhao Sheng reached out to support him, and a stream of azure true energy emerged from his hand, holding the other party up, and said, "Spare the formalities, let's talk business first."

  "True energy projection?!" Zhao Sanchong was shocked, never expecting that the Ninth Young Master's skill would have advanced so much before he even reached adulthood.

  One must know that in the martial world, only first-rate experts could achieve true energy projection.

  What's even more terrifying is that the Ninth Young Master is only eighteen years old this year! "The Zhao Family has hope for revitalization!" Zhao Sanchong's heart surged with excitement.

  Over the past two hundred years, countless members of the Zhao Family have practiced martial arts, and experts have emerged one after another. However, only the founding ancestor and the fifth-generation family head were true Innate Grandmasters.

  The difficulty of advancing to the Innate realm is evident!

  Thinking of this, Zhao Sanchong became even more cautious and respectful towards the Ninth Young Master.

  "Young Master, this subordinate has already investigated a highly suspicious pce. Fifty miles south of Moling City, there is a mysterious canyon called Fragrant Swallow Valley.

  This pce is shrouded in thick fog all year round. However, woodcutters often see people appearing in the valley. Occasionally, they can even see immortals flying into the valley from the sky. Therefore, this subordinate believes that there is an eighty percent chance that Fragrant Swallow Valley is the Wang Family's base."

  Zhao Sheng nodded in satisfaction and said, "You've done well. After the matter is confirmed, you can return to Zhao Family Fortress to report for duty. At that time, I will reward you with thirty mu of top-grade nd, increase your monthly sary by twenty taels, and allow one of your sons to be included in the family genealogy."

  "Thank you for the generous reward, Young Master!" Zhao Sanchong said, his eyes filled with tears of excitement upon hearing this.

  Putting aside everything else, being allowed to include one of his sons in the family genealogy was enough to make him devote himself heart and soul.