I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 117 - 107: Seventeen Years
The golden light passed through both the demon cultivator’s body and the female cultivator in the white dress who was shielding him.
In an instant, both were enveloped by the golden light and exploded into two piles of ashes within a single breath, without even having the time to scream. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
When the ashes fell to the ground, there wasn’t a trace of demonic Qi left, clearly showing the demon cultivator’s soul had been entirely incinerated.
"To die under my Fire God Eye, you can consider it a fortune."
The voice of the flame giant was low and majestic. The Demon-Burning Fire around him gradually dissipated, revealing a heroic cultivator standing eight feet tall.
He wore a red brocade robe, his face was handsome and valiant, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, he was precisely Chen Yuquan.
He walked over to the ashes, squatted down, and lifted a fragment of the female cultivator’s skeleton, which hadn’t fully turned to ash.
Then he spat out a gentle orange spiritual fire—different from the domineering Demon-Burning Fire, it carried a faint warmth and softly enveloped the skeletal fragments.
The spiritual fire burned slowly, transforming the bone fragments into white smoke, which was then blown away by the wind.
Chen Yuquan whispered to the smoke:
"Fellow Daoist, farewell. If you cultivate again in your next life, may it be in a place of peace."
Having said that, he waved his hand, and eight Li Fire Pillars simultaneously lit up, completely absorbing the remaining Demon-Burning Fire in the Market, leaving only a faint mist.
After finishing all this.
Red clouds formed beneath Chen Yuquan’s feet, turning into a streak of fire, disappearing into the sky as quickly as he had come.
At this moment.
The remaining cultivators in the Market slowly began to recover from their terror.
A young cultivator collapsed to the ground, looking at the charred remains, his voice trembling:
"Who—who was that just now? Who saved us?"
Beside him, an old cultivator with white hair and beard sighed, eyes full of gratitude:
"You kid, don’t even know the Fire Divine Monarch?"
"That’s the son of Elder Chen of the Pill Saint. In his youth, he single-handedly battled the late-stage Foundation Establishment Blood Demon, using the Demon-Burning Fire to annihilate the Blood Demon’s soul!"
The young cultivator suddenly understood and hurriedly knelt in the direction Chen Yuquan departed:
"Thank you, Fire Divine Monarch, for saving our lives!"
Other cultivators also knelt in gratitude, their conversations filled with lingering fear and thankfulness:
"I was almost drained of my spiritual sense by the demon cultivator, thank goodness the Fire Divine Monarch arrived in time!"
"I’ve long heard of the Divine Monarch’s might, seeing it today truly lives up to the reputation!"
...
Elsewhere, Chen Yuquan stepped on red clouds, appearing like a streak of fire outside Fenghua Immortal City.
The city defense array of the Immortal City was entirely golden, flowing with spirit light, exuding an aura of majesty.
The token at Chen Yuquan’s waist shimmered with a crimson light in response to the defense array, instantly opening a path through it, the fire light rushing straight to the core area of the Alchemy Alliance, the Heart Inquiry Hall.
The cultivators on the city walls, upon seeing this firelight, stood tall and saluted respectfully.
The ones below excitedly started discussing:
"It’s the Fire Divine Monarch! He’s back! I wonder how many demon cultivators he burned this time!"
"Quite a few, no doubt! These years, demon cultivators have been causing havoc, my relatives outside the city almost got massacred, but the Fire Divine Monarch saved them!"
"All demon cultivators should be burned to death!"
The speaking cultivator was filled with righteous indignation, his eyes showing deep hatred toward demon cultivators.
Over the past decade, demon cultivators frequently caused chaos; within the Immortal City remained relatively safe, but markets and families outside regularly suffered calamities, and news of massacres had long become routine.
Among them were those whose relatives lost their lives to the demon cultivators.
...
Inside the Heart Inquiry Hall, the setting was elegant.
On purple sandalwood tables and chairs was a set of green porcelain tea sets, next to them was a platter of pastries made from spirit rice and Immortal Fruit, which emitted a faint spirit light.
Wu Lingshuang, upon hearing the commotion outside, quickly walked to the door. Seeing Chen Yuquan enter, her face immediately broke into a joyful smile, she went forward to hold his hand:
"Finally, you’re back! Sit down and rest, I prepared your favorite Bixia Spirit Tea."
Chen Yuquan allowed his mother to lead him to a seat, showing a gentle smile.
The coldness during the magical combat had long vanished, at this moment, he was just an ordinary son.
A maid brought steaming spirit tea, the tea was emerald green, exuding a fresh aroma.
Chen Yuquan picked up the teacup, took a sip, then picked up a piece of pastry, slowly eating while patiently listening to his mother talk about the household affairs.
Suddenly reminded of something, Chen Yuquan looked at Wu Lingshuang and said:
"Oh! In a few days, it will be father’s hundredth birthday. Recently, while slaying demon cultivators outside, I obtained a few spiritual materials, perfect for refining into a gift for father’s birthday."
Wu Lingshuang nodded lightly, a smile flashed in her eyes, then she spoke meaningfully:
"You have a good heart, but this time your father’s birthday feast is quite lively!"
Saying this, Wu Lingshuang’s tone changed, looking at Chen Yuquan with a teasing expression:
"Did you know? Your sister Mochou recently successfully established her foundation and is now engaged."
"The man is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I heard he looks quite refined, but from an ordinary family, far below the Fang Family, which greatly displeases your Uncle Fang."
As she said this, she coldly mocked in her heart—years ago, Fang Mochou always looked down on Chen Yuquan, and now she has built her foundation, only to find such a partner, truly "keen eyes."
Chen Yuquan, hearing this, merely nodded lightly:
"It’s good that Sister Mochou established her foundation and found a good match."
Wu Lingshuang, seeing his calm expression, couldn’t help but tease:
"What? You don’t feel the slightest reluctance?"
Chen Yuquan hesitated for a moment, then honestly said:
"A bit of reluctance, but mostly blessings."
Wu Lingshuang laughed heartily:
"You really don’t say! Do you think I don’t know my own son?"
"When you were little, just because Mochou said, ’I don’t like fair skin,’ you turned yourself into a charcoal head, causing me to almost not recognize you and think someone bullied you."
"Though your complexion later returned somewhat, it was never as jade-like as when you were little, thus losing the title of ’Jade Prince.’
"You never understood a young girl’s mind; in youth, when there was no gender distinction, all they knew was beauty and ugliness; you were even ’fairer’ than her, naturally leading to disdain."
"Once grown, when the distinction between genders mattered, who wouldn’t prefer a Jade Prince? And again, you were spurned!"
Chen Yuquan, upon hearing this, merely chuckled:
"In my youth, I was ignorant. Now upon reflection, it was indeed amusing. But as for appearance, it is determined by one’s heart. Although it began with her, as long as the child is content now, why worry about others’ opinions?"
"Besides, whether I am ugly or handsome, how could mother despise me?"
Wu Lingshuang gave him a sideways glance:
"You certainly know how to say nice things."
Then, she put away her playful expression and seriously said:
"Yuquan, I’m telling you seriously, if you still have feelings for that girl Mochou, I’ll go talk to your Uncle Fang right now. With our Chen Family’s status, with your talent, even if she’s engaged, I can still help you win her back!"
Chen Yuquan’s smile gradually faded, his demeanor serious:
"Mother, you worry too much."
"Youthful affection is the work of a restless heart, mistakenly seeing familial ties as romantic love."
"With time and circumstance, those ties are severed, and this child is accompanied by the Great Dao alone, which is enough!"
Wu Lingshuang gave him a deep look, seeing his eyes clear and sincere, not a sign of deceit, which brought a sense of comfort and pride to her heart.
She lifted her teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly:
"Truly, my son is a seed of the Dao!"
