Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 493 - 327 Divine Prison

Chapter 493 -327 Divine Prison

The next second, Baochen only felt the world spinning around him.

He inwardly cursed, thinking of mustering Spiritual Power to resist, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

At that moment, he had no strength throughout his body, and the Spiritual Power in his Dantian lay dead and dormant, unable to be mobilized even a bit.

Baochen’s face drastically changed as his body involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

“Bao’er! What… what are you doing? Quickly give your master the antidote, or else if the Black-clothed Patrol Guards catch us, both master and disciple will undoubtedly die!” Baochen forced a ghastly smile and spoke with a gentle tone to coax him.

He had never imagined that his beloved disciple would turn against him so fiercely at this time. The attack was steady, accurate, and ruthless, almost deadly!

“Master, you shouldn’t have recklessly taken my things,”

Saying so, Zhao Sheng gave a light smile, flicked his wrist, and a bunch of Bone-piercing Nails shot out, burying into Baochen’s major acupoints around his body, especially piercing the Qi Sea in his Dantian instantly, cutting off any thoughts of resistance.

“Demon! To think I took in someone worse than a pig or a dog… Wu Wu!” Baochen cursed furiously, but before he could finish, a streak of dark lightning flashed by, piercing his vocal cords.

“Oh, Baochen, Baochen! If it weren’t for your malicious intentions, I wouldn’t want to be a disciple who kills his master. After all, you did shelter me for over a decade. Sadly, you even covet my life. To transplant heart and marrow for longevity? Humph, it’s astonishing that you, fool, could conceive such an idea!”

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Zhao Sheng walked up to Baochen, squatted down, and looked at him calmly.

“When… when did you poison me? How could I possibly not notice?” Baochen repeatedly asked, trying to stall for time while continuously trying to muster Spiritual Power within.

“Baochen, you might as well die a confused fool!”

Watching Baochen’s face suddenly turn gray and desperate, Zhao Sheng extended his right hand and knocked him unconscious with a slap.

Next, Zhao Sheng picked up Baochen’s body with one hand and slowly closed his eyes.

In the darkness, hundreds of red light points burst into his mind within a fifteen-mile radius.

With a thought, Zhao Sheng’s figure suddenly turned into nothingness.

Thirteen miles away, in a dirt depression, Zhao Sheng reappeared.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly vanished again.

When he appeared again, he was in a peach orchard more than twenty miles away from Qingyang Mountain.

Whoosh!

Zhao Sheng did not stop for a moment, moving swiftly to the distance once more.

After several consecutive shifts in just a few breaths, Zhao Sheng appeared on the banks of a big river three hundred miles away.

This river, known as the Ancient Cang River, flowed ceaselessly, its surface so wide that one could not see its edges at a glance.

This river stretched for eight thousand miles, not only traversing the entire Diancang Province but also connecting several downstream prefectures, serving as a primary waterway for the southwestern territories of the Great Gu Dynasty.

This was a retreat he had deliberately created for escape previously, and now it was coming into use.

With a snap, Zhao Sheng twisted Baochen’s neck, and then thoroughly searched his body, finding four or five Storage Space Seals.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of crimson flames emerged, devouring Baochen’s body and quickly turning it into a mound of ashes.

After scattering all the ashes into the big river, Zhao Sheng clapped his hands, his figure shifting back to nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, he was back at the foot of Qingyang Mountain.

Zhao Sheng found a secluded corner and sealed the Storage Space Seals underground.

Just to be cautious, he would not touch these items for some time until everything had blown over.

Turning into nothingness, Zhao Sheng shifted back to his own cave mansion and quickly fell asleep.

The next day, the sky was densely covered with clouds, and the air was thick with water vapor, as if a heavy rain was about to pour down.

Boom!

With successive heavy thunders gradually approaching Qingyang Mountain from the horizon, the Soul Comforting Temple suddenly became a scene of chaos.

“Baochen Temple Sacrifice is not in his chamber, it seems he has disappeared!”

This rumor spread quickly through the temple like a hurricane.

But very quickly,

The rumor turned into confirmed fact!

From morning until dusk, the Vice Dean of the Patrol Institute with Black-clothed Patrol Guards searched everywhere inside and outside the Soul Comforting Temple, but Baochen had vanished like evaporated from the earth, without leaving a single word.

Now this was good, rumors that Baochen fled out of guilt suddenly surged overwhelmingly.

Everyone in the Soul Comforting Temple from Baochen’s side immediately panicked, and the vast majority desperately looked for ways out, hurriedly abandoning Baochen’s sinking ship.

As the saying goes, when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; it was just so!

Through that day, Zhao Sheng put on an award-winning performance, from being initially calm, then trying to stabilize his emotions and appearing to comfort others after learning about his master’s disappearance, to showing a frightened and desperate face when confirmatory news of the disappearance came, finally portraying the image of a disciple abandoned by his master vividly and with deep impact.

No one could have imagined that a 16-year-old boy, just at the Qi Refining Middle Stage, could quietly kill a Foundation Establishment Temple Sacrifice.

Yes, the realm Zhao Sheng outwardly showed was just the Sixth Level of Qi Refining, not Qi Refining Perfection.

For a former Nascent Soul Ancestor, practicing a Qi Concealing Skill to hide part of his true strength was merely a basic operation.

Over the next three days, Zhao Sheng did not leave his house, and his doorsteps grew exceedingly quiet, hardly a soul daring to visit.

Once without Baochen’s interference, the embezzlement and deficits of Soul Comforting Temple could no longer be hidden.

In just three days, places like the temple’s storeroom, accounts room, and room for spiritual items had been thoroughly investigated.

Under the narrative that Baochen fled out of guilt, an embezzlement scandal shocking the entire Cangnan Prefecture was abruptly exposed.