Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Three days later, Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

As noon approached, sunlight streamed into Jinxiu Hall through the window, its gentle warmth dispelling the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

Just now, Zhao Sheng had a dispute with the couple Chen Dacheng, Chen Ying, and other people.

Both sides had a significant disagreement about the future path of their eldest daughter, Chen Mingzhi.

Chen Dacheng intended for Zhi'er to inherit the family tradition and continue on the path of a Thunder Cultivator.

This suggestion was agreed upon by everyone except Zhao Sheng...

He firmly opposed his daughter practicing Thunder Skill, instead insisting she take the path of Fire Element to become an Alchemy Master in the future.

"Xi'er, don't be so stubborn! I am only thinking of Zhi'er's best interest!" Chen Dacheng advised earnestly.

No sooner had he spoken did Chen Ying chime in, "Husband, listen to father! Zhi'er has the superior aptitude of Thunder and Fire Dual Spiritual Roots. If she practices Fire Technique, wouldn't that waste her great potential?"

"Guangxi, it's not my place to say this, but even Zhi'er has agreed. Why do you still disagree? Don't you want the best for your daughter?"

Faced with their "earnest persuasion," Zhao Sheng remained unmoved, his expression calm.

After a brief silence, he suddenly turned to look at his eldest daughter who was cuddled up beside her mother.

Just nine years old, Chen Mingzhi widened her big eyes, looking timidly at her father, a certain expectation seeming to shine in them.

With a doting smile, Zhao Sheng suddenly asked, "Zhi'er, do you like flowers and small animals?"

"I... I like them," Chen Mingzhi answered softly.

Having received his daughter's response, Zhao Sheng's gaze became determined, and in a deep voice, he declared, "There's no need to persuade me any further; my mind is made up. Zhi'er cannot learn Thunder Skill. Fighting is a man's duty; let women steer clear of battle!

As a father, it's my duty to protect my daughter throughout her life, ensuring she lives in peace and joy, with everything going her way."

Chen Dacheng was emotionally moved, but he insisted, "Guangxi, you... you... all the Ancestors in the family are watching us closely. By stubbornly going your own way, you're disappointing everyone!"

Zhao Sheng paid no heed to his father-in-law's "frustration," and with a smile, waved his daughter over: "Xi'er, come... come to your father!"

Hearing her father's call, Chen Mingzhi hesitated briefly, then broke free from her mother's embrace and ran into her father's wide arms.

"It's getting late! Let's decide on Zhi'er's matter like this! If anyone disagrees in the future, let them come find me! The Chen Family is, after all, a dignified Second Tribulation High Gate, and now you're fixating on a little girl. If word gets out, aren't you afraid of being the laughingstock of the world?"

With those final words, Zhao Sheng picked up his daughter and strode out of Jinxiu Hall.

Watching the father and daughter recede into the distance, Chen Dacheng felt out of place, yet helpless against Zhao Sheng, so he struck the table, saying, "Foolishness! How could I ever harm my own granddaughter."

Outside Jinxiu Hall, Zhao Sheng heard the rebukes coming from the hall, and a subtly meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Pondering over the Chen Family's "schemes," he suddenly said to his daughter, "Zhi'er, today your father is giving you a gift."

With that, Zhao Sheng extended his right hand before Chen Mingzhi, his fingers slowly opening.

A flash of light, and a small wooden carving gourd appeared in his palm out of nowhere.

The gourd was lifelike, with clear surface patterns and countless runes etched all over, its entire body a vibrant green, resembling a Jade Gourd.

The primary material for this gourd carving came from a Nameless Gourd Vine he got over six months ago.

Half a year ago, he quickly discovered that the gourd vine emitted an unimaginable "Mysterious Aura."

Although, when spilled, this "Mysterious Aura" quickly transformed into a great amount of pure nature's spiritual energy.

Yet Zhao Sheng could still sense that the "Mysterious Aura" possessed various wonderful qualities; it not only gradually improved one's Constitution but also calmed one's mind as if achieving "Unity of Heaven and Man."

Three months ago, he personally cut a segment of the gourd vine and, imitating the Yellow Gourd, meticulously carved out this exquisite gourd.

Zhao Sheng hung the exquisite gourd around his daughter's neck, advising her never to take it off or let others touch it.

"Understood, Father."

Touching the exquisite gourd around her neck, Chen Mingzhi's small face blossomed into a joyful smile.

At nine years old, she soon discovered the "strangeness" of the exquisite gourd, as a cool sensation gradually flowed into her body, it immediately warmed up, feeling exceedingly comfortable.

"Let's go, Father will take you to see the silkworms!"

With that, Zhao Sheng, carrying his daughter, turned and headed west straight for the silkworm breeding room.

...

The secluded courtyard west of Hidden Dragon Pavilion was precisely where the silkworm breeding room was located.

Upon entering the courtyard, Zhao Sheng's footsteps immediately alerted Chen Shou, who was tending to the Devouring Immortal Silkworms.

Chen Shou hurried out to greet the Zhao father and daughter with a respectful bow.

"Greetings, Master Gong'an! Hello, young lady!"

Zhao Sheng nodded, continuing inside while inquiring about the state of the Devouring Immortal Silkworms.

Chen Shou dared not hide anything, candidly recounting the recent breeding processes.

Overall, the situation was very optimistic, except for the fact that the Devouring Immortal Silkworms had an astonishing appetite.

"Master, you won't believe it! In just the past two weeks, these seven Silkworm Treasures have devoured nearly over two thousand pounds of First-rank top-grade monster meat. Luckily there aren't too many of them, or else they would consume the family fortune!"

Amidst Chen Shou's continuous "complaints," Zhao Sheng walked into the silkworm room.