The Ninth Life Begins, the Three Absolutes Zhao Clan

No one knew how long had passed before Zhao Sheng woke from the darkness. Before he could think, intense pain surged through his entire body, instantly jolting him from his daze. Countless fragments of memory inexplicably flooded his mind.

He remembered! In this life, his name was Zhao Ergou. He had been born on a rural farmstead, his family poor beyond measure. When he was ten, he had been found to possess Spiritual Roots, then taken away by the main branch and sold off... After being passed along for thousands of miles, he had ultimately been sold to an immortal-cultivating aristocratic clan: the Three Absolutes Zhao Clan.

From his very first day after entering, Zhao Ergou had eaten meat until his belly burst for the first time, been beaten half to death for the first time, and seen immortal cultivators riding swords through the sky for the first time.

At that thought, Zhao Sheng sat up and looked around. The room was eight or nine zhang wide, with blue-brick walls and cypress beams. Its furnishings were simple and crude. Twenty beds stood in two rows, arranged one after another.

His bed was near the innermost corner, where sunlight never reached year-round. It was cold and damp, clearly proclaiming his lowly status among the others sharing the room.

Hm? As he examined the place, Zhao Sheng's gaze flickered. He suddenly noticed something strange: his sight had "accidentally" passed through the wall, allowing him to see what lay beyond. There was another spacious room almost identical to this one, likewise furnished with twenty beds.

Divine Sense?! In this life, before he had even truly begun cultivating, he had already developed Divine Sense.

Zhao Sheng was delighted, but quickly calmed down. After reincarnating so many times, his soul had unknowingly grown countless times