Chapter 479: Chapter 321 Fair or Not?

Hiss!

A torrent of fresh blood burst forth like a pillar from the slit in the wrist, drenching the surface of a heart that was twice the size of a normal human heart. The blood was instantly absorbed by the heart.

Standing calmly at the side of the stone platform, Zhao Sheng extended his right hand, maintaining the suspended motion without change.

But on his wrist, the three-inch-long cut was healing at a visibly rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye, the three-inch-long wound had completely healed, reverting to fair and smooth skin.

Hiss-slash!

A streak of sword light flashed, and fresh blood burst forth like a pillar once again, drenching the entire heart.

The blood quickly merged into the heart.

Thump, thump, thump!

The next second, the originally quiet heart suddenly contracted once, and then vigorously and rhythmically throbbed nonstop.

Seeing this, Bao Chen’s eyes shone with madness, and he hurriedly started closing the chest and abdomen, his hands deftly flying with needle and thread, stitching the wound at an exceptionally fast speed, demonstrating extreme skill.

To the side, Zhao Sheng quietly withdrew his arm, quietly watching his Master perform the technique.

In a mere thirty breaths, the chest and abdomen of the teenager lying on the stone platform had been stitched with a rough seam one foot long.

Bao Chen’s hands moved continuously, conjuring spells, and a patch of emerald clouds formed in mid-air, sprinkling down threads of spirit rain.

The spirit rain fell upon the wound, transforming into strands of emerald light that nourished the newly stitched scar.

Pop!

After a snap of the fingers, in the next moment, the corpselike youngster suddenly trembled, and then began to move slightly, as a hint of color gradually surfaced on his face.

Bao Chen, filled with fervor, looked at his “new creation” with great satisfaction and laughed heartily.

Only then did he turn his head to look at his beloved disciple.

Zhao Sheng, too, saw a face brimming with righteousness and glowing with health.

Eh!

Zhao Sheng’s heart skipped a beat, and he promptly changed his expression to one of respect and admiration, joyfully congratulating, “Congratulations, Master!”

“Haha! Bao’er, if it weren’t for the blood you provided, it wouldn’t have been so easy to successfully revive this Tiger Demon’s heart!”

Bao Chen laughed, patting his disciple on the head, and casually took out a bottle of Dust Fire Pills, handing it to Zhao Sheng.

“Take this! When you’ve used them all, ask your Master for more. Also, do you have enough Spirit Stones for your expenses? If not, your Master still has some,” Bao Chen asked with a doting look at his disciple, full of concern.

Eh!

Acting as his original body’s usual self, Zhao Sheng’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he clung desperately to Bao Chen’s leg, pitifully begging, “Master, I ran out of Spirit Stones long ago. Can you give me some more? A hundred would be great, two hundred even better!”

“Hmm, your Master only has fifty, do you want them?”

“Fifty is good too, Of course I do,” Zhao Sheng extended his fair little hand, pretending to be secretly delighted.

Bao Chen gently tapped him on the head and reluctantly took out a small cloth bag, handing it over to Zhao Sheng.

As Zhao Sheng pretended to unveil the bag eagerly, he heard, “Bao’er, have you memorized the ‘Red Lotus Karma Fire Scripture’ that your Master taught you?”

Hmm! Is that a question?

Zhao Sheng’s heart tensed, and countless images flashed through his mind in an instant.

The next second, he had an idea.

“Master, I’ve memorized it! I’ll recite it for you… ‘All things are born to nourish man, without a single thing to repay the heavens… The Red Lotus blooms for three thousand worlds, the Karmic Fire eternally cleanses the mortal realm…'”

Although Zhao Sheng recited it with some stuttering, it was surprisingly accurate to the letter.

Bao Chen listened and smiled, stroking his beard as he praised, “Not bad, Bao’er, you’ve indeed made great progress!”

Zhao Sheng bashfully smiled, as innocent as a child oblivious to worldly affairs.

Bao Chen then posed several questions about the Red Lotus Karma Fire Scripture. Zhao Sheng strived to hide his ignorance, hesitating for a long time before naively answering all at once. Most of the questions were answered somewhat smoothly, but the others were complete nonsense.

Bao Chen was in a good mood and patiently explained to his disciple the finer points of the first third layer of the Red Lotus Scripture.

Zhao Sheng appeared to be listening very attentively.

But in reality, his mind was already wandering far away.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator lecturing a Nascent Soul Ancestor. This was akin to a novice attempting to show off his skill in front of a master craftsman–absurd and laughable!

Um!

A quarter of an hour later, a groan suddenly came from the stone platform. The teenager clutched his head and slowly opened his eyes, only to see Zhao Sheng and his Master.

He couldn’t help shouting in terror, “… Where am I? Who are you… Dad, Mom, where are you–Ah!”

With a tap of his finger on the person’s brow, Bao Chen instantly knocked him unconscious.

Then, he casually ordered, “Take him to cell number Yi, and put the Five Chains on him.”

“Yes, Master!” Zhao Sheng skillfully dragged the person off the stone platform, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and briskly walked out.

His flesh was naturally imbued with Divine Power, likely carrying a trace of the Barbaric Ancient Battle Body bloodline.

Otherwise, a seven- or eight-year-old child wouldn’t possess such great strength.

…

“Please, let me out!”

“Kid, my family is wealthy, if you release me, my dad will give you Silver, more than you could ever spend in your lifetime!”

“Ah ah! Where is this place? Where did my hand go? This… this is a monkey’s hand, not mine! Somebody help, save me!”

Walking along the corridor, cries for help of various kinds emanated from the cells.

Zhao Sheng completely ignored them as he walked, reaching the end of the corridor and finding an empty cell. He opened the door and stepped inside.

The cell was barren, with a stone floor, a toilet in the corner, and deep inside was a stone bed.

Zhao Sheng tossed the person onto the stone bed, positioning him properly.

Then, he picked up a set of iron lock rings and clicked them onto the person’s neck, wrists, and ankles, spreading his body into the shape of a “big spread-eagle.”

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