I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 267 - 216: Dealing with Hidden Dangers
Two days later, on the desolate plains of the Western Border of the Chu Country, the wind and sand swept over the ground, leaving deep and shallow ravines.
A seemingly ordinary valley lay quietly on the edge of the wasteland, its entrance covered with withered yellow weeds, and the rocks coated with thick dust, blending seamlessly into the surroundings. Without careful inspection, it was almost impossible to notice the hidden mysteries here.
However, when Chen Sheng’s Divine Sense scanned this place, he keenly sensed the abnormal spatial fluctuations inside the valley.
The valley, which appeared narrow from the outside, was actually hiding a different universe within, as if shrouded by an invisible restriction, isolating it from external probing.
"Interesting."
Chen Sheng felt a stir in his heart, the Void Power around him rippled, and his figure seemed to merge with the void, quietly passing through the restriction. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
The scene before him changed instantly, and the originally barren valley interior revealed a towering complex of buildings!
Black stone buildings clung to the mountainside, their structures engraved with grotesque skull and bone spike patterns, these were the signature marks of the White Bone Demon Sect.
In the plaza of the building complex, dozens of Demon Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivators, dressed in black robes, were sitting cross-legged, with dense blood-red Evil Qi swirling around them.
Chen Sheng’s figure was hidden within the void, his Divine Sense like an invisible searchlight, swiftly sweeping over the entire valley.
...
Deep within the building complex, at the heart of the valley, a completely black altar stood out prominently!
In the center of the altar, rested a half-human tall bronze coffin, its surface covered with twisted runes, between which dark red liquid flowed, emitting a nauseating filthy aura.
A Blood Robe Cultivator, clothed in a robe woven of white bones, sat cross-legged before the bronze coffin, holding a blood-colored Jade Scroll, muttering incantations.
The cultivation of the Blood Robe Cultivator was only at the Fake Pill Realm, yet the Evil Qi surrounding him was denser than that of an average Golden Core Cultivator.
Blood continuously dripped from his hand, falling into the rune grooves on the bronze coffin — this blood was not ordinary cultivator’s blood, but the Essence of Blood refined by placing an entire cultivator in a Pill Furnace using the Human Pill method.
Every drop that fell made the runes on the bronze coffin glow a little brighter, and from within the coffin came faint creaking sounds, as if something was about to awaken.
"Almost, almost!"
The Blood Robe Cultivator’s eyes flickered with madness, his voice hoarse and excited:
"In just a few decades, the Tier Three Top Grade White Bone Flying Corpse will be fully developed! The five-hundred-year plan of our Saint Sect, spanning three generations, is finally going to be realized in my hands!"
His fingers gently caressed the bronze coffin, as if stroking the most precious treasure in the world, his tone filled with longing for the future.
Once the White Bone Flying Corpse is cultivated, the Saint Sect will be able to rise again in the Chu Country with this powerful combat strength, even crushing Li Xiao Sect and Qinghua Sect, reclaiming the glory of the past.
However, just as he was immersed in his dream, a circle of seven-colored light suddenly appeared from the void, enveloping him like a cage.
The seven-colored light contained pure Sword Intent and Void Power, instantly suppressing the Evil Qi around him, rendering him immobile. The Blood Robe Cultivator’s face changed dramatically, and the madness in his eyes was replaced by fear:
"Who? Who’s there pretending to be a ghost!"
The void rippled like water, and Chen Sheng’s figure slowly emerged. He was dressed in a purple-gold Daoist Robe, surrounded by seven-colored light, appearing authoritative and mysterious.
His gaze passed over the panicked Blood Robe Cultivator and landed on the bronze coffin. With a gentle sweep of his Divine Sense, he had the answer in his heart:
"A Tier Three Top Grade Flying Corpse, I did not expect to have an unexpected gain here."
Chen Sheng’s tone carried a hint of surprise. His stay in the Chu Country this time was initially to stabilize the coordinates of the Void fluctuations into a stable Small Realm, to set up a Long-distance Teleportation Array, for convenient future travel between Yue Country and Chu Country.
The Chu Country was only a million miles wide and long, and with his speed as a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he could traverse north to south in two hours. But to find the most suitable spot for the Array Formation, he deliberately spent several days meticulously surveying the country’s mountains and rivers.
He hadn’t determined the location for the Teleportation Array yet, but unexpectedly captured a familiar Demon Sect Evil Qi — it was the unique aura of the remnants of the Demon Sect from years ago.
He traced the source of the Evil Qi and easily captured a Demon Sect disciple operating outside. Through a simple Soul Search, he uncovered this hidden lair in the Western Border Valley, leading to the current situation.
Watching the frantically struggling Blood Robe Cultivator before him, Chen Sheng displayed none of the gentleness he had at Qinghua Sect. He raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards the Blood Robe Cultivator, an invisible Power of Spiritual Sense piercing into the other party’s Sea of Consciousness like an iron clamp.
"Ah—!"
The Blood Robe Cultivator let out a miserable scream, countless memory fragments forcibly stripped from his Sea of Consciousness. The Sea of Consciousness Restriction, before the Nascent Soul Level Divine Sense, was as fragile as paper and instantly torn apart.
Chen Sheng’s Divine Sense rampaged through his Sea of Consciousness, extracting all information related to the Demon Sect, churning the Sea of Consciousness into chaos, the Blood Robe Cultivator’s seven orifices gradually oozed blood, and his eyes became vacant.
Moments later, Chen Sheng withdrew his Divine Sense, and the Blood Robe Cultivator collapsed to the ground like he had lost his bones, on the verge of death.
Meanwhile, Chen Sheng felt a sudden clarity in his heart:
"So that’s it, I was wondering why the Demon Sect remnants sought me out to trade for the Four Symbols Secret Technique years ago, it turns out they had their eyes on the remains of the White Bone Dharma King."
A clear memory screen surfaced in his mind. Back when he was still cultivating in the Chu Country, the Demon Sect remnants had secretly contacted him, offering rare Spiritual Materials in exchange for the remnants of the Four Symbols Secret Technique he possessed.
At that time, he found it strange since the Four Symbols Secret Technique was mainly used for Nascent Soul formation, and there shouldn’t have been any Golden Core Perfection cultivators in the Demon Sect.
