Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 128 Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul

The Zhou family patriarch—no, he should be called Zhao Yang—is currently controlling this Yin puppet.

Zhao Yang's voice was accompanied by a shrill whistle. He had long suspected that this sickly Zhao Kun was the reincarnation of the Nascent Soul Ancestor Zhao Chen. Now that he had witnessed the other party's methods, he could finally be certain.

Then, Zhao Yang suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, appearing like a madman, which made everyone in the Zhao family fall silent.

Zhao Qian noticed that Zhao Kun had just called the Zhou family patriarch Zhao Yang.

Isn't Zhao Yang the ancestor of their Zhao family four hundred years ago, the Foundation Establishment Alchemist ancestor?

"Zhao Chen, Zhao Chen, the way your Zhao family behaves is still so disgusting. You watched your own mother die in front of you and didn't even save her. Are you even human?"

Zhao Yang pointed at Zhao Kun and berated him, his words carrying a strong sense of malice.

The Zhao family, as one of the major cultivation families in the Ji Kingdom, has a foundation spanning over a thousand years.

Despite their upright and dignified appearance, the Zhao family members are actually hypocrites who have done many despicable things in their pursuit of immortality.

Zhao Chen, the Nascent Soul Ancestor, is a typical example of someone who abandons humanity and becomes cold and ruthless because of his cultivation path. He completely disregards the life and death of his loved ones for the sake of his own cultivation.

Zhao Yang was ashamed to admit that he came from the Zhao family. What he wanted to do most in his life was to wipe out those ruthless and selfish old dogs in the Zhao family.

"Since you know my identity, you know I don't care about the lives of these mortals, even if they are my descendants. So, would killing them give you any pleasure?"

Zhao Kun's tone was devoid of any emotion, and his expression was as cold as if it were covered with frost.

At this moment, everyone in the Zhao family was shocked, wondering what had happened to Zhao Kun. Zhao Yan was also stunned, as Zhao Kun looked so unfamiliar to her.

Ji Cheng, meanwhile, pondered the identities of the two men based on their conversation.

Big Yellow stuck out its tongue, looking completely bewildered. What on earth was going on?
"In the end, you are also my descendant. How dare you scheme against your ancestor like this?"

Zhao Kun's words were tinged with anger. It was one thing for outsiders to scheme against him, but even his own descendants were scheming against him. What unworthy descendants they were!
"Hahaha, bah! Who the hell do you think you are?! You dare call yourself my ancestor?!"

Zhao Yang laughed angrily, "Who possessed my body back then? Wasn't it these old fogies from the main branch of the Zhao family?"

"To live another life, you didn't hesitate to harm the younger generation of your clan. Zhao Chen, these beasts, worse than pigs and dogs, are your descendants. Tracing back to the source, the filth and sins of the Zhao family all began with you. You are the biggest beast!"

"Hahaha, even if I've turned into a crow now, I'm still more proud than being a member of the Zhao family. You still want to cultivate to the ninth Nascent Soul stage and become an immortal in a different way? Keep dreaming. I'll kill you today!"

Zhao Yang unleashed a torrent of intense pleasure right in Zhao Yang's face, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

His years of pent-up frustration were released at this moment. He was a Foundation Establishment cultivator who had unleashed his Nascent Soul. How exhilarating that feeling was, only those who have experienced it know.

Zhao Kun's face was extremely ugly. As a dignified Nascent Soul True Monarch, he was humiliated in this way by such a beast. If he did not kill him, his Dao heart would not be stable.

Zhao Kun used the power of the formation to condense five ice pillars that attacked Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang gathered his inner strength to form a giant elephant, leaped high into the air, and slammed his hooves down.

Both of them were at the ninth level of Qi Refining, but Zhao Yang had an additional physical body at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm. Sometimes he could withstand Zhao Kun's magical attacks and gain a slight advantage.

However, Zhao Kun was a Nascent Soul True Monarch after all, and his understanding of magic was far superior to Zhao Yang's. He unleashed three spells in succession, manipulating them with exquisite skill, causing Zhao Yang to retreat step by step. He also took the opportunity to seal Zhao Yang's joints with ice spikes, slowing down his movements.

At this moment, a sword light came from Zishui City; it was the city lord Yan Lu who had arrived.

Zhao Yang unleashed a burst of energy, dislodging the ice spikes at his joints, and then turned and fled the Zhao residence.

"Chase!"

Zhao Kun and Yan Lu exchanged a glance and then gave chase.

The Zhao residence was in complete disarray, with half of the houses destroyed. Those who were still alive were wailing and crying, their hearts pounding with fear.

With Zhao Yan's help, Ji Cheng stood up from the ruins and said to Zhao Yan, "Help me back to heal my wounds."

It remains to be seen whether the three will return.

With tears streaming down her face, Zhao Yan nodded obediently and helped Ji Cheng back to the Cui family home.

"Zhao Kun has probably been possessed. Don't go back yet. The Zhao residence is too dangerous. Just stay here and hide."

Ji Cheng asked Zhao Yan to help him back because he didn't want her to get involved in the subsequent conflicts within the Zhao family.

Zhao Yan shook her head vigorously, saying that she had to go back to take care of Second Master Zhao and Zhao Qian; her attitude was very firm.

The thought of how tragically her aunt had died brought tears streaming down her face again.

Ji Cheng sighed, and seeing that he couldn't persuade her, he had no choice but to let her leave.

Then, Ji Cheng transformed into his demon form and quickly flew towards Zhao Kun and the Zhou family patriarch.

Soon, he chased them to a forest on the edge of Wuzhen. He used the "Hidden Chicken Killing" technique to disappear into the darkness and approach the three people ahead.

Zhao Kun and Yan Lu had intercepted the crow's main body. The Zhou family patriarch's Yin puppet had been decapitated and lay in the woods, presumably beheaded by the city lord Yan Lu with a single sword stroke.

Ji Cheng saw that at this moment, the crow summoned another Yin puppet, which was actually a Foundation Establishment stage Yin puppet. It seemed that this was its trump card.
"Zhao Cong?"

Zhao Kun recognized the identity of this Yin puppet.

This Foundation Establishment stage Yin puppet was an old man holding a furnace, which emitted a ball of Yin fire and exuded a chilling aura.

The crow cawed loudly and laughed, saying, "That's right, this is the old dog from the Zhao family who possessed me back then. I didn't expect that I would have refined him into a Yin puppet, did I?"

"Unworthy descendant Zhao Cong pays respects to the ancestor! Ancestor, save me! I beg the ancestor to save me! I don't want to be tortured by Zhao Yang anymore... Ahhh, ancestor, I... I'll fuck your mother! Ahahahaha!" Zhao Yang, for the second time, manipulated Zhao Cong's Yin puppet to perform a dual personality act in front of Zhao Kun.

Zhao Kun's face was so ugly it defied description.

Unfortunately, he had already left the Zhao residence and could not use the formation to enhance his magic power. At this moment, he could only silently retreat a few steps and glance at the city lord Yan Lu.

Yan Lu understood and prepared to make a move, but Zhao Yang said, "Yan Lu, do you want to kill me with this Nascent Soul old dog?"

Yan Lu remained silent, his eyes growing increasingly cold.

The crow perched on the shoulder of the Foundation Establishment Yin Puppet, and laughed loudly through the puppet's mouth, threatening, "You two can kill me, of course. However, within two days, the news of the Nascent Soul Immortal Treasury and Zhao Chen's reincarnation identity will spread throughout the entire Ji Kingdom. You two should weigh the consequences."

Yan Lu coldly replied, "What a joke, can a dead man talk?"

Zhao Kun remained silent, staring intently at the crow, wanting to know what other tricks this beast had up its sleeve.

"The dead can't talk, but crows can."

"I might as well tell you two that, in case I am suddenly annihilated by a powerful being, I have raised a flock of crows."

“I will give them the same instruction over and over again. The instruction is to spread the secrets of the Nascent Soul Immortal Treasury and Zhao Chen’s reincarnation identity throughout the major cultivation sects of Qiongzhou in three days. And each time the instruction expires, if I am alive, I will cancel the instruction and give a new instruction for three days.”

Zhao Yang's words caused Zhao Kun and Yan Lu's expressions to change slightly; they hadn't expected Zhao Yang to have such a trick up his sleeve.

If they kill Zhao Yang here today, two days later, those crows will spread the news of the Nascent Soul Immortal Treasure and Zhao Chen's reincarnation identity throughout all the major cultivation sects, in order to achieve a fight to the death.

In the darkness, Ji Cheng roughly understood what was going on and figured out the relationship between the three people.

It turns out that Wuzhen actually hides a Nascent Soul Immortal Treasure, and Zhao Kun is the reincarnation of Nascent Soul True Monarch Zhao Chen. Currently, these people are all plotting to obtain that immortal treasure.

"Zhao Yang, how did things come to this? We could have just sat down and had a proper talk."

Zhao Kun's attitude suddenly made a 180-degree turn. He understood the implications and knew that Zhao Yang could not be killed.

Yan Lu pondered for a moment, but had no choice but to give up, silently sighing that the dead crow was truly cunning.

Don't even think about taking them down. By searching their souls, we can find and kill the crows they're feeding. Since Zhao Yang has set up this backup plan, there's no way they'll be able to find them.

"Hehehe, as expected of you, Zhao Chen. Even after I insulted you like that, you were still willing to sit down and have a proper talk with me. You're more patient than a tortoise. No wonder you were able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Zhao Yang clicked his tongue in amazement and then proceeded to humiliate Zhao Kun thoroughly.

Yan Lu was surprised and secretly glanced at Zhao Kun. Hmm, he felt that Zhao Yang was right. This Nascent Soul Ancestor was indeed more patient than a tortoise.

At this moment, Zhao Kun forced a smile and said, "Compared to longevity, everything else is insignificant. You younger generations should also have this awareness in order to make a breakthrough in the Foundation Establishment Realm and find the Golden Core Path."

Of course, this was just Zhao Kun trying to save face; in reality, his killing intent towards Zhao Yang had reached its limit.

The Nascent Soul cannot be insulted. If he were the true form, for the dignity of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he would risk everything, even his cultivation, to completely annihilate Zhao Yang.

However, he is now nothing more than a remnant soul from his previous life.

He should not have subjective thoughts such as dignity or shame. His only purpose in existence is to help his reincarnated self retrieve the Nascent Soul Immortal Treasure.

Therefore, based on the principle of seeking benefits and avoiding harm, he had no choice but to endure his disgust and cooperate with Zhao Yang.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me how you want to talk?" Zhao Yang was completely unyielding.

Soon, Zhao Kun proposed a cooperation agreement.

Two years later, when the Nascent Soul Immortal Treasury opens, I will share half with the two of them. During this time, the two of them must keep it a secret and help me hide my identity.

After hearing this, Zhao Yang couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "Yan Lu, you don't actually believe this old dog's nonsense, do you?"

"If I don't trust him, should I trust you? Or should we tear each other apart tonight and end up with nothing to show for it?"

Yan Lu retorted coldly.

That's the current situation. Only by cooperating with Zhao Kun can we Foundation Establishment cultivators like us gain any benefits.

If the news gets out, Golden Core experts will flock here, and we won't even have a sip of water to wash the dishes.

"In this life, your destiny is already set. From the moment you are born, your talents, your family resources, and the upper limit you can reach on the path of cultivation are all predetermined."

Yan Lu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the moon with deep emotion. “If we cultivators want to escape our predetermined fate, we must risk our lives when the opportunity arises. Relying solely on our own arduous cultivation, even if we work diligently and cautiously our whole lives, we will ultimately find it difficult to break through the upper limit of our destiny.”

"Zhao Yang, someone as timid and cowardly as you, who dares not show your true form, if you don't dare to take a bold gamble, are you going to hide in the gutter for the rest of your life, becoming that inhuman, ghostly, hairy beast?"

Yan Lu looked at Zhao Yang calmly.

He hoped Zhao Yang could understand that cultivators like him, whose talent and background were not outstanding, didn't have many choices at all.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang fell silent, while Zhao Kun glanced at Yan Lu with some surprise.

After a moment of thought, Zhao Yang suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.

He really didn't have many options; if he didn't cooperate, he would die in these mountains today.

After discussing it, the three of them agreed that the two of them would leave a mark on his body, and he was also willing to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

(End of this chapter)