Chapter 989: Chapter 554: This Night

However, after removing those overly slender branches and subtracting the sections not suitable for human habitation, the Big Chun Tree Crown has very limited places for living and cultivation, far less than the world imagines.

Take the “territory” bestowed by the Chen Family as an example, the area available for large-scale construction combined is about fifty to sixty miles.

Yet, such a vast area only accommodates Zhao Sheng and his seven wives, along with the servants attending to them, totaling less than a hundred people, truly a case of “vast land sparsely populated.”

In fact, most of the Chen Family prefer to keep their feet on the ground, rather than basking in the wind and drinking mist all day.

Thus, the Suspended City built around the trunk of the Big Chun Tree is where most Chen Family cultivators reside.

The trunk of the Da Chun Divine Tree has a diameter exceeding six hundred miles, and the Suspended City is built encircling the tree, situated above the second layer of the tree crown, appearing from afar as an extremely magnificent and grand city enveloped in cloud mist.

However, the Suspended City is not unique to the Chen Family, in fact, similar suspended cities are built on all Da Chun Divine Trees, differing only in scale.

Cold winds swept over, cloud mist diffusing.

Within the Suspended City, Zhao Sheng walked on a thin frosty cloud, along a straight and wide avenue, heading toward the majestic brown tree peak that loomed like a mountain at the end.

On both sides of the avenue stood rows of five-colored flags, the surfaces flapping, emitting a faint, brilliant radiance.

Soon, a huge tree cave over ten meters high appeared at the end of the avenue, blocking the entrance with a half-stone tower, whose doors were tightly shut with no one in or out.

Zhao Sheng walked to the entrance, took off his Identity Jade, and showed it to the Dharma Protector Divine Statues on both sides of the gate.

As an invisible Divine Sense scanned over the jade, the eyes of the Dharma Protector Divine Statues, glowing red, instantly turned pale green.

Zhao Sheng put away the Identity Jade and stepped into the stone tower.

This tree cave is where the Chen Family’s Treasure Vault is located, one of the most heavily guarded places in the city, filled with countless mechanisms and arrays, and even a number of unknown high-level puppets are hidden here.

According to Chen Family tradition, every clan member who advances to Foundation Establishment has one chance to enter the Treasure Vault and select a treasure for free from the first three layers.

Compared to others, Zhao Sheng is undoubtedly special.

Fei Hong Ancestor made an exception allowing him free entry to the first five layers of the Treasure Vault, and he could choose three treasures for free.

The Chen Family has been established for thousands of ages, and the treasures within the vault are simply countless.

But who is Zhao Sheng!

Even if treasures in the vault pile up like mountains, and top-grade magic treasures are common, they do not catch the eyes of a former Divinity Transformation True Monarch.

To keep a low profile, Zhao Sheng picked a Ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword on the Sixth Layer, then selected the Void Nether Stone and Kongtong Shell, both spatial treasures.

Indeed, he didn’t choose any defensive spiritual artifacts!

After his marriage, not only did the Da Generation Golden Core Masters bestow treasures, but even the four Nascent Soul Ancestors did too.

Whether it be top-grade spiritual artifact vestment robes, spirit birds for transportation, or other miscellaneous treasures, Zhao Sheng lacked nothing.

While others might empty their coffers for marriage, Zhao Sheng instead became wealthy overnight.

In terms of wealth, he is richer than some mediocre Golden Core Masters.

After leaving the range of Treasure Vault Avenue, Zhao Sheng patted his spirit beast bag, and instantly, a majestic Golden Winged White Peng flew out of the bag opening.

Zhao Sheng leaped onto the back of the peng, issuing a Divine Sense command to the Great Roc.

The next moment, a golden-bordered white rainbow soared into the sky, carrying its master over the city, diving down towards the tree crown.

In just over a dozen breaths, the Golden Winged White Peng glided over dozens of miles, descending into a grand mansion.

Zhao Sheng jumped off the back of the peng, casually patting its wings, letting the spirit pet move freely.

Just then, Chen Ying, dressed in a red gauze white dress, hurriedly emerged from her room, greeting him with a face full of joy: “Husband, why did you come to my place today?”

Zhao Sheng, seeing this, deliberately teased her: “Why, isn’t Ying’er welcoming me?”

Chen Ying stomped her foot in embarrassment and cooingly said: “Husband is teasing me again. According to the rules, you should be at Ling’er’s place today.”

“Haha, out of the seven, I’ve always loved Ying’er the most. That’s why I couldn’t wait to come to Cheng Ying Courtyard today,” Zhao Sheng said as he stepped forward, gently taking Chen Ying’s hand.

“Mm, mm, hus…band, please don’t look at me like that…!” Chen Ying’s face turned as red as a persimmon, whispering in an ant-like voice.

“We cultivators don’t bother with such trivialities! Besides, Father and Mother are eagerly waiting to embrace grandchildren!”

As they spoke, Zhao Sheng already led Chen Ying into the room, and with a bang, the door closed swiftly.

In truth, Zhao Sheng is not a lust-driven Hungry Ghost, nor someone overtaken by impulses.

His licentious behavior is to show the Chen Family as well, as a way to ensure the seven wives get pregnant as soon as possible.

For as long as there are no pregnancies, vigilant eyes keep watching, making it difficult for Zhao Sheng to gain enough “freedom of movement.”

Logically and legally, Chen Ying is the best candidate to be the first to conceive a child.

Just as the Golden Winged White Peng landed in Cheng Ying Courtyard, a crash sounded from the nearby Hundred Spirit Courtyard, where a vase shattered on the ground.

“Damn it! Today he was supposed to come to me, yet he went to Cheng Ying Courtyard. How can husband be so biased!” At this moment, Chen Ling’er stood in the hall with an indignant expression, her cold gaze toward the west sharp enough to kill.

Her face, delicate and ethereal like an immortal, belied her narrow and extreme nature, which she hid well, showing her true colors only when alone.

Chen Ling’er was intensely eager to bear the first child, believing only then could she stand on equal footing with the other three of Chen Ying.

After all, from ancient times to the present, a wife rises with the status of her child, and the cultivation world is no exception.

Meanwhile, in other five courtyards like Orchid Garden, Hui Xin Pavilion, and Yu Mei House, others also received reports, learning of their husband’s stay at Cheng Ying Courtyard today.

Unlike the resentful and unjust Chen Ling’er, Chen Qi, Chen Shuang, and the others displayed a calm and serene demeanor, yet they covertly envied Chen Ying a bit.

…

The next day, in a cultivation room of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, Zhao Sheng took out an eight-inch high emerald green wooden bottle, tilting the bottle mouth, letting a drop of tree spirit liquid like jade fall into his mouth.

Boom!

As soon as the spirit liquid entered his stomach, a massive surge of strange heat burst out, circulating rapidly through his entire body.

Zhao Sheng operated mysterious skill, directing spiritual power throughout his meridians, beginning to refine and absorb the medicinal power.

As time passed, faint sounds of thunder echoed in the room, while strands of impurity were expelled through his pores, gradually emitting a faint fishy stench.

…

Near evening, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, hands continually forming spells, as one after another Spirit Light Technique was shot at the three-foot wooden sword hovering in mid-air.

At that moment, the Ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword emitted a faint spirit light, with threads of electric light flickering and flashing across its surface.

With waves of Divine Sense pouring into the sword, Zhao Sheng’s spirit gradually resonated with it, impressing a Spiritual Imprint little by little into the spiritual sword’s prohibition.

From dusk until dawn the next day, the Ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword suddenly burst into blinding electric light, buzzing and vibrating intensely.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes lit up as he shouted, “Retrieve!”

The moment the words fell, the Thunder Wood Sword instantly turned into a lightning streak, swirling three times before landing on its owner’s knee, the buzzing gradually subsiding.

Zhao Sheng grasped the hilt with his right hand, looking up at the ceiling, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through it, seeing the vast, boundless sky.

The next second, he suddenly vanished into thin air.

When his figure reappeared, Zhao Sheng was now high up in the sky, thousands of miles from the ground.

At this height, the air was extremely thin, bone-chillingly cold, and the fierce Gang Wind could easily rend iron and gold.

Above him, an invisible boundary membrane separated one world from another, the expansive and unfathomable dark void looming so close, seemingly within arm’s reach.

However, this nearly vacuum space, with its exceedingly hazardous environment, is not a place that a mere Foundation Establishment realm cultivator could reach.

As soon as Zhao Sheng was exposed to this extreme environment, his robes and skin were instantly shredded to pieces by the Gang Wind, flesh and blood torn, while his bones emitted waves of lamenting cries.

“Move!”

With that thought, Zhao Sheng’s form flickered, instantly translocating away.

A blood-mottled figure suddenly appeared in the cultivation room of Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

After safely returning, Zhao Sheng’s wounds began to heal rapidly and close up.

In just three short breaths, all wounds vanished, and his skin became white and smooth again.

Zhao Sheng frowned, casting the Cleaning Technique, removing the blood stains from his body, then chaotically destroyed all traces with spells before finally changing into a fresh set of robes.