Knock, knock, knock! The door to the room was suddenly knocked on.

  Immediately after, a childish and shrill voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, the Qi Nourishing Soup is ready. Shall I bring it in for you?"

  This voice was extremely familiar and recognizable.

  A thin figure quickly appeared in Zhao Sheng's mind.

  Zhao Xiaobao.

  His personal attendant. He had been by his side since he was eight years old, serving his daily life.

  "Come in!" According to his memory, Zhao Sheng calmly responded.

  Then, he turned over and jumped off the bed. His feet nded silently, without raising any dust, and his body felt incredibly light.

  Zhao Sheng was surprised. He didn't expect the effect of "as light as a swallow" to be so significant.

  The door was pushed open, and Zhao Xiaobao walked in, holding a blue and white porcein bowl in both hands.

  After carefully pcing the porcein bowl on the table in the room, Zhao Xiaobao quickly walked up to Zhao Sheng and respectfully asked, "Young Master, the medicine is ready. Do you have any other instructions?"

  "Well, there's nothing else. You can go out now."

  After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he didn't drink the medicine. Instead, he walked to the dressing mirror. The mirror reflected a young man who was six feet tall, with red lips and white teeth, a high nose and phoenix eyes, and an heroic aura.

  His appearance was very handsome! That's good.

  It should be enough to hook up a young dy from a cultivating family.

  That's right!

  Zhao Sheng's goal in this life was to marry one or even several women from cultivating families.

  He vowed to have as many children as possible. He didn't believe that he wouldn't eventually produce descendants with Spiritual Roots.

  At this time, he had completely digested Zhao Zhiqin's memories. According to his memories, the Zhao Family had not produced a single descendant with Spiritual Roots until today.

  The descendants were disappointing, so now only the ancestor could personally take action.

  Zhao Xiaobao didn't leave.

  He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master, I just heard some bad news. I heard that the Madam is going to reduce your food, clothing, and cultivation expenses. The Qi Nourishing Soup, which was originally given every three days, will now be given every seven days."

  Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

  The Madam that Xiaobao was talking about was the Zhao Family Head's primary wife. She not only controlled the Zhao Family Fortress's daily expenses, but also participated in the management of the family's business and oversaw the accounting.

  Zhao Sheng turned around and walked to the table to sit down, while asking, "Does the Madam have any reason?"

  Zhao Xiaobao whispered, "I heard that the family business recently lost a rge sum of money. The Madam used the excuse that the money was tight and took the initiative to reduce the expenses of each branch. Our Third Branch was reduced by 20%."

  "Well, since the family is short of money, it's okay to temporarily reduce expenses."

  After speaking, Zhao Sheng picked up the porcein bowl, raised his head, and drank the medicinal soup in one gulp.

  The familiar bitter and sweet taste once again spread in his mouth, just like more than a hundred years ago.

  "Young Master, you don't know. The young masters and young dies of the First and Second Branches still get the Qi Nourishing Soup every three days. It hasn't been changed to every seven days," Zhao Xiaobao couldn't help but mutter.

  "Hmm?!"

  Hearing this, Zhao Sheng frowned.

  Since ancient times, the rich pursue martial arts while the poor pursue schorly endeavors. Practicing martial arts consumes a lot. Not only does it require a rge amount of meat, but also medicinal soups to nourish the body.

  A single serving of Qi Nourishing Soup costs five taels of silver, and the Zhao Family has more than twenty direct descendants practicing martial arts in this generation. This item alone costs the Zhao Family at least 30,000 taels of silver a year.

  Even with the Zhao Family's vast wealth, they can only barely maintain it with such huge expenses.

  Therefore, he can tolerate the reduction of expenses, but he cannot tolerate unfair treatment.

  Zhao Sheng's mind raced, and he quickly had an idea.

  "Xiaobao, go out and inquire about the recent situation of the young masters and young dies of the other two branches. After you finish inquiring, come back and tell me."

  Zhao Xiaobao nodded in agreement, and then quickly left the room.

  When he was the only one left in the room, Zhao Sheng got up and walked to the bed, reaching out to take down the Hundred Refinement Sword hanging on the head of the bed.

  Cng! The long sword was unsheathed, and a familiar feeling arose spontaneously, like his sword "Floating Light" from a hundred years ago.

  In fact, this Hundred Refinement Sword was completely built according to the shape of "Floating Light". Both the weight and length are exactly the same.

  The real famous sword "Floating Light" is worn by the Zhao Family Head, Zhao Hexing, as a family token.

  Swish, Zhao Sheng flicked his wrist, and a six-petal sword flower suddenly appeared.

  When the first move of the Floating Light Swordpy, "Six Petal Plum Blossom", was used by him, an unceasingly fshing figure instantly appeared in the room, and sword lights also arose, died, and changed with the evolution of his sword moves.

  Gradually, the sword light in the room became more and more dense, and finally gathered into a ball of wandering light. It completely enveloped his entire body.

  Half an hour ter, Zhao Sheng's back was soaked with sweat, and he stopped.

  He casually threw the long sword in his hand. The next second, the Hundred Refinement Sword miraculously re-entered the scabbard.

  [Name: Zhao Zhiqin (Zhao Sheng)]

  [Lifespan: 15/120]

  [Physique: Hundred Longevity Body (Mortal Grade), Light as a Swallow (Mortal Grade)]

  [Talent: Dynamic Vision (Mortal Grade)]

  [Skills: Floating Light Swordpy (Great Accomplishment), Cloud Dragon Three Transformations (Great Accomplishment), Azure Sea Tide Rising Art (Entry)]

  "Not bad, the feel is still there."

  Looking at the data on the page, Zhao Sheng nodded in satisfaction.

  Although he was reborn, he did not forget his lifelong experience in martial arts.

  After only practicing it dozens of times, he cultivated the Floating Light Swordpy and Cloud Dragon Three Transformations to the Great Accomplishment Realm.

  When his body matures in a few years, and his inner Qi reaches a small success, he can easily re-cultivate several martial arts to the peak realm of his previous life.

  The Nanyang Zhao Cn has two important pces, one is the ancestral home in Nanyang City, and the other is the Zhao Estate, which was built one hundred and fifty years ago.

  The Zhao Estate is located thirty miles outside Nanyang City, backing onto mountains and facing water, with a rge area of ft nd in front of the estate that can be cultivated.

  The residential nd alone covers nearly fifty acres, plus the thick and solid stone walls around it and the eight five-zhang arrow towers protruding from the four corners, the exterior looks like a tightly defended fortress.

  Thus, this pce is also known as Zhao Family Fortress.

  Inside the Zhao Family Fortress, halls and pavilions stand in rows, and the popution is dense, but nearly five acres of nd in the southeast corner are left empty.

  Here, the ground is covered with thick yellow soil, and the walls are lined with various training weapons such as knives, spears, swords, axes, and wooden stake targets. This area is the Zhao Cn's training ground.

  The next day, Zhao Sheng, dressed in white and carrying the Hundred Refinement Sword in one hand, walked into this training ground with a leisurely expression.

  At this time, shouts rose and fell in the training ground, and several direct descendant young masters and young dies of the Zhao Cn, their faces flushed, were diligently practicing their swordsmanship.

  Zhao Sheng smiled slightly when he saw this.

  Perfect timing! He walked up to a handsome young man of about twenty years old and said with a smile, "Third Brother, how about we spar?"

  The Third Brother's name was Zhao Zhijing. He was twenty-one years old this year, the direct son of the Zhao Family Head Zhao Hexing, and ranked third among the 'Zhi' generation of the Zhao Cn.

  He was the one with the highest martial arts among the people in the training ground, so naturally he became Zhao Sheng's target to establish his prestige.

  Zhao Zhijing stopped his swordpy, turned around and saw who it was, and immediately ughed, teasing, "Oh, it's Little Ninth, what's up? Itchy, want your Third Brother to loosen you up?"

  Zhao Zhijing didn't take Zhao Sheng seriously at all.

  Not to mention the six-year age gap between the two. Even if only cultivation was considered, he was one of the first two in the Zhao Cn's generation to enter the Third-Rate Realm.

  Usually, the Ninth Zhao Zhiqin hadn't even mastered the Floating Light Swordpy, so how could he be his opponent?