I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 317 - 257: Arrival in Han Country

At this moment within the borders of Li Country, whether it was the Golden Core Loose Cultivators occupying Tier Three Spiritual Veins or the cultivators attached to Nascent Soul Sects, none had yet recovered from their fear.

The once bustling black market had become deserted, and the previously hotly contested low-tier spiritual ore sites were now neglected.

Even in the towns under the jurisdiction of Nascent Soul Sects, cultivators were cautious when venturing out, afraid of becoming the next target of the "Sword Demon."

Some timid Golden Core Cultivators went as far as sealing off their abodes, taking their possessions and hiding deep in the desolate mountains.

A few cultivators organized themselves to search for the "Sword Demon," but they couldn’t even catch a trace of him. The intense sword qi still lingering at former slaughter sites scared them into retreating hastily.

While the demonic cultivators of Li Country were still trembling in the shadow of the "Sword Demon!"

Nobody knew that the terrifying "Sword Demon" they spoke of had already crossed the border of Li Country, heading west towards Han Country.

"Where does one keep fishing in the same spot?"

Chen Sheng shook his head, his figure transformed into an escape light slicing through the sky, and the scenery below gradually changed—from the barren hills of Li Country’s border to the vast black forests within Han Country.

These forests were suffused with a faint demonic aura, and the tree branches twisted like ghostly claws, with leaves shimmering an eerie dark purple.

Occasionally, one could spot demon beasts nourished by demonic aura darting through the woods, their eyes fierce, yet they fled instantly upon sensing Chen Sheng’s Golden Core pressure.

Hovering high in the sky, Chen Sheng glanced down at the land below, gaining a clearer understanding of this region’s Demon Realm.

This region, consisting of more than a dozen cultivation realms, including Li Country, Han Country, and previously Jiang Country, was a place where demonic forces ran rampant.

However, in terms of territory size and overall strength, these demon realms could not compare with top-tier countries like Yue Country and Wu Country, which once had Celestial Venerables of Divinity Transformation.

Take Jiang Country and Li Country, for example, each had only two or three Nascent Soul Grand Sects within their borders, and each major sect had, at most, one Nascent Soul True Monarch holding fort, with the strongest being only mid-stage Nascent Soul.

This power dynamic destined the area’s stability to be poor—perhaps for a thousand years, it could maintain balance on the old True Monarchs’ prestige.

But once an old True Monarch fell, or a new powerful figure emerged, it would immediately trigger a reshuffling of forces, where the law of the jungle prevailed clearly.

However, such a demonic cultivation field was, conversely, a natural hunting ground for Chen Sheng.

Although he was only in the early stage of the Golden Core, he had combat power far exceeding his peers.

The Nascent Soul Void foundation from his previous life, along with his Sword Dao Genius talent and the numerous secret techniques in the "Four Seas Void Transformation Atlas," allowed him to navigate this demon land easily.

Here, Chen Sheng was no longer the "demonic embryo" from the Path of Emotion Destruction who needed to disguise and endure but the "knife and cutting board" wielding a sharp sword.

Those demonic cultivators whose cultivation was inferior to his were just like "cattle waiting for slaughter," and to him, natural resources born to be consumed, with no psychological burden in dispatching them.

Chen Sheng had a clear self-assessment of his own strength:

"If there were a Fake Infant to provide mana support, I could slay a Nascent Soul Early-stage cultivator."

"Now, although there’s no Fake Infant, there’s no Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator heard of in this area, so for me, it’s completely safe!"

...

Chen Sheng quickly adjusted his direction, flying towards Black Wind City, the most prosperous magic trade hub within South Korea.

Black Wind City is one of the largest demonic trade points in southern Korea, occupied by numerous Golden Core Loose Cultivators.

Additionally, there’s a branch of South Korea’s strongest Nascent Soul Sect, "Black Wind Valley," rich in resources, perfect for supplementing his cultivation needs and gathering more information about this region.

Approaching Black Wind City, the demonic aura in the air grew denser, mixed with the scent of blood and sulfur.

Great black demon patterns were engraved on the city walls; two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators stood at the city gate, collecting "tolls" from those entering and leaving, their eyes greedy and vigilant.

Yet, upon seeing Chen Sheng approaching, their previously arrogant attitude turned respectful instantly, not daring even to breathe heavily; the faint bloody aura made them feel fear from the depths of their hearts.

Without acknowledging the gate cultivators, Chen Sheng directly flew into the city.

It was only then that the two wiped the sweat from their foreheads, exhaling foul air, their eyes meeting, full of terror at having seen a supreme demon.

The streets within the city were lined with shops selling various demonic materials.

Some shops had dry demon beast corpses hanging at their fronts, others displayed magical artifacts with eerie glows, while some were selling materials for refining poisonous gu.

The cultivators passing by, just like in other Demon Path Markets, wore dark Daoist robes, concealing their figures and faces, masking their mana fluctuations, their expressions wary, amidst an air thick with tension and oppression.

Chen Sheng carefully inquired for information, gaining a deeper understanding of the situation in Han Country.

Then he found a temporary inn with a Tier Three Top Level Spiritual Vein and settled in. As soon as he stepped into the room, he sensed a few divine senses secretly probing.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a strand of Sword Qi quietly released, those few divine senses were instantly cut as if by a sharp blade, leaving no further movement.

...

In the Heavenly-ranked room, a gaunt cultivator dressed in a black robe suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of malice flashing within them.

"A mere Golden Core Early-stage dares to be so domineering!"

Blood Shadow Monster slammed heavily on the stone table, causing a few drops of Spirit Tea to spill over it:

"I will be watching you. Wait until you leave the city, and I will surely let you taste the power of my Blood Shadow Technique."

His five fingers glowed with a bloody light, representing the demon technique he was famous for, capable of forcibly tearing apart a cultivator’s divine soul.

Similar scenes played out in several other rooms, as they even communicated with each other, planning a joint ambush.

In this Demon Land, where the weak are meat for the strong, they were long used to solving issues through slaughter. Each demonic cultivator was defiant, absolutely refusing to allow an outsider to show off on their turf.

However, though these Golden Core cultivators each harbored their own schemes, they all tacitly chose to temporarily hold their actions in check, adhering to the unspoken rule of not taking action within the city.

They were also wary of being held accountable by the Nascent Soul Grand Sect!

...

At the third watch of the night, Black Wind City lapsed into sleep, with only the blood-colored lanterns on the streets still swaying.

Chen Sheng sat calmly on the meditation mat in the inn room, his eyes lightly closed. While they dared not act within the city, he was not one to follow rules.

At this moment, a faint thread of Sword Intent quietly spread around him, unlike the fierce Sword Qi of the daytime, this held a touch of mundane warmth.

Like dust blending into the night, it silently seeped through the walls and merged with the array, extending towards those various rooms.

This was a new technique he had comprehended after his Sword Dao talent transformed this lifetime, able to disguise Sword Intent as ordinary atmospheric aura, hiding within the everyday bustle, to erupt suddenly upon nearing the target, catching them unprepared.

At the moment, Blood Shadow Monster sat cross-legged in the center of the cave abode, suddenly feeling his heart spirit tremble, as if countless minuscule "threads" had pierced into his sea of consciousness. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

These "threads" carried a faint worldly aura yet concealed a sharp killing intent, causing his divine soul to involuntarily become restless.

"Not good, Sword Intent!"

Blood Shadow Monster’s heart jolted. As he was about to unleash his demon technique in defense, the hidden Sword Intent abruptly erupted!

A majestic Sword Momentum rose in his sea of consciousness, as if ten thousand swords cried in unison, golden Sword Lights stitched through his consciousness, tearing his divine soul to shreds!

He didn’t even have time to utter a scream as his body fell stiffly to the ground, eyes wide open, pupils still brimming with terror.

At the same time, Poison Sand Wanderer, Shadow Killer, Black-faced Yama suffered the same fate, their divine souls torn apart with no resistance at the moment the "Red Dust Sword Intent" detonated.

Chen Sheng’s figure merged with the void, then appeared in Master Blood Shadow’s room in a flash.

"To die under the formation of my Sword Intent, you should count this life of yours worthwhile."

He waved his hand, a golden Sword Light flickered by, causing Blood Shadow Monster’s storage ring to fly into his palm, while Tier Three spirit grass, poison pills, and demon artifacts were all placed into his storage pouch.

Subsequently, he again blended into the void, successively merged with three other arrays, appearing in three other rooms to collect the deceased’s storage rings and resources thoroughly.

The entire process was silent, without alarming any cultivator in Black Wind City.

When Chen Sheng returned to the inn room again, the blood-red lanterns outside the window still swayed, as if the four killings just now had never happened.

He sat at the table, counting the newly acquired resources—nearly ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, several Tier Three magical treasures, and an "Shadow Dagger" nearing Tier Four.

"Not bad, enough to refine my Lifebound Flying Sword to quasi-Tier Four."

"Now, it seems I am quite the adept demonic cultivator."