Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 9 Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul
Zishui City, City Lord's Mansion.

It was already dark. The firelight flickered in the study. Yan Lu was deep in thought at his desk, while a black cat lay fast asleep beside him.

"Sir, Zhao Qian has returned. He... failed his blood transfusion."

The lanterns at the entrance flickered, and a dark figure knelt on one knee to report to Yan Lu.

"understood."

Yan Lu waved his hand, and the dark figure instantly retreated and disappeared.

"Brother Yan, congratulations..."

Suddenly, the black cat, which had been sleeping soundly on the table, revealed a strange smile and began to speak in human language.

"Brother Yan, it's me, it's me, please... cough cough..."

Yan Lu reacted quickly. As soon as the black cat showed any signs of trouble, he immediately made a killing motion, which frightened the cat so much that it begged for mercy.

"It's you? How did you manage to possess my cat?"

Yan Lu recognized the newcomer; it was not a cat demon, but a cultivator possessing a cat.

"Haha, Brother Yan, don't you know my abilities? Last time I visited your residence, I saw this black cat and found it very cute, so I left a mark on it. In this way, even if I am thousands of miles away, I can possess it and talk to you, Brother Yan, at any time."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yan Lu sat down again and gave the black cat a warning look.

"Brother Yan, congratulations! I have confirmed that the Zhao family of Wuzhen is a branch of the descendants of that Nascent Soul ancestor, Zhao Chen!"

"Oh? Really?" Yan Lu's eyes lit up. "There are more than ten million people with the surname Zhao in the Ji Kingdom. You must be mistaken."

"There's no mistake. I've consulted countless books and local chronicles, and this Zhao family in Wuzhen is indeed a descendant of the Nascent Soul Ancestor Zhao Chen!"

“Good, but the descendants of that Nascent Soul Ancestor have already been identified by more than a thousand, not to mention those that are deliberately hidden. The possibility that the Immortal Treasure is located in Wuzhen is extremely small.”

Yan Lu felt that his luck wasn't that good.

Zhao Chen is a renowned Nascent Soul ancestor in the Ji Kingdom. The method he cultivates is the [Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul Body], which is known in the cultivation world as an unconventional path to immortality.

This cultivation method requires the practitioner to reincarnate nine times, reaching the Nascent Soul realm in each life, in order to become a Nine-Turn Nascent Soul and achieve immortality in a different way.

If one perishes in one lifetime, or fails to reach the Nascent Soul realm when their lifespan is exhausted, all previous efforts will be in vain.

Each reincarnation brings random talents, family background, and opportunities. Just how difficult is it to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage in nine consecutive lifetimes?

Not to mention, there's a whole host of powerful beings who can predict and target you; your enemy is the entire world.

Throughout history, no one has ever been able to cultivate to the Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul stage, and there hasn't even been anyone who has cultivated to the fifth incarnation.

The Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul Body is an unorthodox technique and a legend.

Unfortunately, this was the very method Zhao Chen practiced.

He was very clever. Before reincarnating, he buried all the spiritual stones, magical treasures, cultivation techniques, and other resources from this life, intending to dig them up in the next life.

With these cultivation resources, the difficulty for him to reach the Nascent Soul realm will be significantly reduced.

According to a powerful deduction, Zhao Chen divided the Immortal Treasury into several parts, or entrusted them to his descendants for safekeeping as ancestral heirlooms.

The Zhao family in Wuzhen might possess a treasure of immortality, which Zhao Chen, in his second life, will one day retrieve.

According to the calculations of the powerful being, Zhao Chen in his second life is currently between fifteen and twenty years old.

No one knows what his identity was or what he looked like in this life.

Of course, the probability of the immortal's treasure being hidden in Wuzhen is extremely small. After all, Zhao Chen's descendants number in the thousands, and no one knows exactly how he arranged it.

Yan Lu let out a long sigh of relief.

The news of the Nascent Soul Ancestor's immortal treasure was extremely secretive, and it was not something that a cultivator of his level would normally have the opportunity to access.

"Meow, Brother Yan, even if there's only a one in ten million chance, we can't let this opportunity slip by. That's a Nascent Soul cultivator's immortal treasure!"

The black cat let out a low growl, its determination to win unwavering.

“What you say is very true. We should certainly investigate the Zhao family in Wuzhen.”

Yan Lu nodded. In fact, he had already found out from elsewhere that the Zhao family of Wuzhen were descendants of the Nascent Soul Ancestor Zhao Chen. He had already tested Zhao Qian, who worked in the county government, but now, after Black Cat's verification, he was even more certain.

“However, it is not convenient for me to take action openly in this matter.” Yan Lu changed the subject. “The Zhao family’s main branch is quite powerful, and that old man who has reached the Core Formation stage is still alive.”

As the city lord of Zishui City, Yan Lu was quite wary of the Zhao family's main branch and dared not openly attack their branch. The black cat meowed, "This is simple. Go find the major families of Zishui City, and you'll easily subdue the Zhao family of Wuzhen."
Yan Lu already had a plan, and said, "I have my own plans, you may leave."

“Alright, Brother Yan, if you have any instructions, I will do them without hesitation.”

The cultivator possessing the black cat chuckled and prepared to leave.

"By the way, how do I remove the mark you left on this cat?"

Yan Lu called out to him, as the other party could possess the black cat at any time, which was truly disgusting.

"Simple, just kill this cat..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Yan Lu blasted the black cat into a bloody mist with a single palm strike, his eyes cold yet filled with a hint of mockery.

……

Wuzhen, the sun rises in the east.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The big yellow dog really loves the young master's bathwater. These past few days, it has been drinking its fill and then sleeping, only to drink again after waking up.

At first, the Zhao family thought it had developed some kind of illness from drinking it, but later they found that there was nothing wrong with it, except that it was just lethargic.

Only Ji Cheng knew that the big yellow dog was cultivating. Obviously, the medicinal power of the bathwater was still very strong, and Zhao Qian had probably only absorbed about 50% of it.

Ji Cheng naturally longed for medicinal herbs to aid his cultivation, but he couldn't very well say, "I want to drink the young master's bathwater." If it were Zhao Yan's bathwater, he could accept it to some extent.

Master Zhao returned the betrothal gifts he had prepared for Zhao Kun.

Then they went to the Cui family to explain to Cui Sheng and Cui Xiangxue that the wedding date would remain the same, only the date for the marriage proposal would be postponed slightly.

Cui Sheng and his daughter had no objections and followed Master Zhao's arrangements.

"Second brother, I... as you know, our godfather needs a second dose of blood-replenishing medicine. You've won a lot of money from cockfighting these days, and I'd like to borrow some from you..."

After returning to the Zhao residence, Master Zhao found Second Master Zhao.

At this moment, Master Zhao was in the backyard checking whether the injuries on his beloved fighting rooster had completely healed.

Master Zhao was quite embarrassed; he never imagined that one day he would need to borrow money from his spendthrift second son.

"Brother, since you've already asked me, what else can I say?"

With a reluctant expression, Master Zhao turned around and went to his room, where he brought out a box of silver.

"Brother, here's a hundred taels of silver, all won by my precious fighting rooster. I only have a dozen or so taels left in my pocket, so I won't give it to you. You should at least leave me some capital, right?"

Although Master Zhao wore a sour face, the joy in his eyes was undeniable.

Having lived most of his life, this was the first time he had felt needed by his own older brother.

From childhood to adulthood, his older brother had always been the one to protect him and clean up his messes. He never imagined that one day he could help his older brother. This experience was unprecedented for Zhao Erye, and he would never forget this day.

"That's great, second brother..."

Master Zhao patted Second Master Zhao on the shoulder, took the heavy box, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Second Master, you've finally grown up."

"Pah! What nonsense are you spouting? I'm almost fifty years old, what do you mean I've finally grown up?" Master Zhao laughed angrily.

Master Zhao and the servants around him all laughed, creating a joyful atmosphere.

"Brother, if you don't have enough money, just tell me, and I'll go out and earn some for you right away!"

Master Zhao then said, picking up the fighting rooster and preparing to go out, as he decided to support the family with just himself and the rooster.

"Second brother, listen to me. I know you've been on a winning streak in cockfights lately, but you must understand that money can be a powerful motivator. Don't be too ostentatious, or you'll easily attract trouble. In cockfighting, there are winners and losers. Think about it, do you think those who have lost your money would want to see you flaunting your success?"

Master Zhao pulled Master Zhao aside and gave him a warning, which served as a wake-up call for Master Zhao.

Master Zhao listened. His elder brother meant that he couldn't always win; he had to lose a little every now and then. Only by having both wins and losses could he play for a long time.

But Master Zhao couldn't do it. He said, "Brother, I can't lose. If I lose, my precious fighting rooster will either die or be ruined, and I won't be able to win anymore."

The rules of cockfighting in Wuzhen are extremely cruel and bloody; the loser will either die or be crippled, so he absolutely cannot lose.

"You're so stupid! Couldn't you have bought another fighting rooster?!"

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(End of this chapter)