I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 320 - 259: Ruthless Slaughter

Deep within the main cave of the Hehuan Union Sect, pink silk drapes hung low, but the air was filled with an oppressive silence of death.

Outside the cave, a slightly chaotic sound of footsteps approached, finally stopping outside the stone door.

"Creak—"

The stone door slowly opened, the Hehuan Daoist hunched over, carefully leading the way, followed by six cultivators—two Golden Core Cultivators wearing profound patterned Daoist robes.

The other four wore gray Elder robes, though only possessing Fake Pill Cultivation, they also managed some affairs within the sect.

At the forefront was the Red-haired Monster, his red hair blazing like fire, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, a face full of subservience.

As soon as the six entered the cave, they kneeled to the ground with a "thud," the sound uniform and deliberate, accompanied by a pronounced reverence:

"Subordinates pay respects to the Venerable Master!"

Chen Sheng leaned lazily on the Fragrant Carriage Cloud Bed, playing with a pale blue Sword Pill in his hand, his gaze as cold as a blade, slowly sweeping over the six men.

He didn’t speak immediately; the silence in the cave pressed down on everyone like a tangible weight, causing the Red-haired Monster, who knelt in the front row, to gradually break into a cold sweat.

After a while, Chen Sheng finally spoke, his tone indifferent yet penetrating, narrating slowly the report from the Hehuan Daoist about the "Outer Sect cultivators being slain by White Crane Mountain."

In the end, his tone suddenly turned icy, stabbing into the six like frost:

"Speak up, who caused me trouble? Who colluded with the White Crane Ascendant to harm the Sect’s disciples?"

Once the words fell, the cave instantly plunged into dead silence.

The six on the ground exchanged glances, no one daring to lift their heads—admitting would mean a road to death, forcing them to keep their heads bowed, faces buried in their sleeves, even breathing lightly.

Observing their state, Chen Sheng shook his head slightly. He was never one to get tangled up in evidence, nor were he inclined to use the Soul Extraction Technique for prolonged interrogation.

Firstly, forcibly extracting souls would easily damage the cultivators’ Divine Souls, thus destroying any potential clues.

Secondly, these Demonic Cultivators were all meticulous, possibly having cleared their memories already; the highest form of deception being self-deception, fully prepared that even extraction might not reveal the truth.

"Since no one speaks, then draw lots, three out of six."

Chen Sheng’s voice remained flat, yet carried an undeniable intent to kill. As soon as the words left his lips, he flicked his fingers lightly!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Three streaks of pale golden Sword Light shot out like meteors chasing the moon, their speed so fast it was impossible to trace.

The Sword Light cut through the air with a slight slicing sound, landing precisely on the necks of the Red-haired Monster and the other two Fake Pill Cultivators.

"Poof!"

Three heads fell to the ground, blood gushing like fountains from the necks, splattering across the cold stone floor, dyeing it red in an instant.

The head of the Red-haired Monster rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide open, seemingly unable to believe he was struck without any interrogation.

Standing aside, the Hehuan Daoist watched in terror, cold sweat rolling down his forehead like rainwater, soaking his Daoist robe.

He secretly rejoiced—fortunately, he had come to report in advance and exposed the Red-haired Monster; otherwise, today it might have been "four out of seven," and whether he could keep his own life was uncertain.

"Such conduct, his own Venerable Master is most likely the Sword Demon of Li Country..."

The Hehuan Daoist became increasingly convinced that only the figure who slaughtered so many Golden Core Cultivators that they dared not leave their homes would be so decisively ruthless, not even bothering to probe, but directly asserting authority through bloodshed.

The remaining three cultivators were so frightened their faces lost all color, their bodies shaking like sieves, not daring to lift their heads, their eyes glued to the bloodstained ground, the thick stench of blood filling their noses while their stomachs churned.

It wasn’t disgust, but the fear of death!

Chen Sheng’s gaze fell upon the three, speaking slowly, his tone devoid of emotion:

"The Hehuan Daoist’s report was useful, so no punishment this time. As for you three, who also manage external affairs, yet ignored the anomaly, you must also pay a price in blood."

Finishing, he took two fist-sized golden beads from his Storage Ring, flicking his fingers, causing the beads to float in midair, emitting a faint Spiritual Qi halo.

"You three, go capture these two Golden Beads. Whoever fails, dies."

At the sound of the cold voice, the three immediately sprang into action!

Of course, they dared not act against Chen Sheng; after all, the "Divine Soul Restriction" in their mind was like a sword hanging above them, ready to explode at the slightest movement, annihilating their Divine Soul.

To survive, the only way was for one of the other two to die.

In the open space at the center of the cave, the golden beads floated quietly, yet the trio’s gaze didn’t linger on them for a moment.

They glared at each other like ravenous wolves, their eyes filled with unabashed killing intent, as if the others were the greatest obstacles to their survival.

"Brother Li, there are only two golden beads, shall we join hands to take down Xuan Gu first, and then split them?"

The Golden Core Cultivator in the profound Daoist robe, the "Black Blade Old Ghost," was the first to speak, his voice deliberately conciliatory.

With a flip of his right hand, a black long sword about a foot long appeared, its blade exuding dense Demonic Qi, with dried black blood still on its edge, precisely his hallmark of fame, the "Bone-Eroding Demon Saber."

This saber was refined with a thousand poisons, a mere scratch would corrode a cultivator’s meridians into collapse.

The Fake Pill Cultivator known as the "Poison Talisman Monster" immediately nodded, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes:

"Good! Xuan Gu has always been closest to Red-haired Monster, today it was his turn to die!"

He raised his left hand, five talismans emitting a green toxic light floated in front of him, and the talismans were painted with ghastly skull patterns, exuding a nauseating stench.

This was his Tier Three "Heart Rotting Poison Talisman" that he had spent three years refining. Once detonated, the toxic mist could corrode a Cultivator’s internal organs within three breaths.

The gaze of both simultaneously locked onto the Fake Pill Cultivator "Master Profound Bone" standing on the right.

Master Profound Bone’s heart tightened; he knew his cultivation was the lowest, making him the best "target" in their eyes.

He dared not hesitate; with a flick of his right hand, a White Bone Whip as thick as an arm flew out from the Storage Ring, entwined with black Corpse Qi, the end decorated with some skulls glowing with green light.

This was his "Soul-Devouring Whip," refined from the bones of a hundred Cultivators, capable of directly attacking the Divine Soul through a Magical Artifact.

Black Blade Old Ghost sneered, taking the initiative: "A mere Fake Pill, daring to contend with us?"

He gripped the Bone-Eroding Demon Saber with both hands, slashing out a black Sword Qi towards Master Profound Bone, the Sword Qi produced a sharp tearing sound through the air, turning the air along its path black, releasing a pungent corrosive smell, and even charring the stone bricks on the ground to ash.

Poison Talisman Monster also acted simultaneously, five Heart Rotting Poison Talismans shot towards Master Profound Bone’s vital points like green meteors.

The talismans exploded in the air, transforming into a cloud of toxic mist with a diameter of ten feet, completely sealing Master Profound Bone’s escape route. Everything it passed, even the draped curtains within the cave, instantly withered and turned black.

Master Profound Bone’s face turned pale as he could only swing the Soul-Devouring Whip to defend, the White Bone Whip collided with the black Sword Qi, making a crisp "crack" sound.

The skulls on the whip were shattered by the Sword Qi, the black Corpse Qi instantly disintegrated, dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

He just intended to sidestep, but was enveloped by the green toxic mist, inhaling a mouthful of it, he immediately felt a tightness in his throat, his meridians burning with pain, even his Divine Soul started to ache.

He hurriedly performed Forbidden Techniques, yet under the joint attack of the two, he was on the brink of collapse, lasting only a few dozen rounds.

"Puff!"

Master Profound Bone spat out a mouthful of black blood, staggering backward, the Soul-Devouring Whip in his hand drooping powerlessly.

Black Blade Old Ghost seized the opportunity, leaping forward, driving the Bone-Eroding Demon Saber directly into Master Profound Bone’s chest, the blade rotated, instantly shredding his heart.

Master Profound Bone’s body fell rigidly to the ground, his eyes still lingering with unwillingness and fear.

Black Blade Old Ghost pulled out the Demon Saber, flicked off the blood on the blade, exchanged a glance with Poison Talisman Monster—there wasn’t a trace of victory in their eyes, only vigilance towards each other.

They cautiously stepped forward, each picking up a Golden Bead, then turned and respectfully knelt down before Chen Sheng, raising the beads high with both hands:

"Venerable Master, the two of us have captured the Golden Beads."

Chen Sheng looked at the corpse of Master Profound Bone on the ground, his eyes devoid of any ripple, instead coldly speaking:

"Such audacity, daring to slaughter a comrade right in front of me!"

Saying that, he lightly waved his sleeve, two faint golden Sword Momentums appeared out of thin air, like invisible blades, instantly sweeping across the foreheads of Black Blade Old Ghost and Poison Talisman Monster.

The two didn’t even have time to scream before their Divine Souls were shredded by the Sword Momentum, their bodies rigidly falling to the ground, the Golden Beads in their hands rolling aside. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Hehuan Daoist knelt on the ground, his heart completely cold—he finally realized that the Venerable Master intended to eliminate these Outer Sect forces from the beginning.

The so-called "capturing the Golden Beads" was merely an excuse for mutual slaughter; the Venerable Master only said "failure to capture the Golden Beads means death," but never mentioned "capturing the Golden Beads means survival."

He hastily kowtowed again, his forehead heavily hitting the stone ground, his voice choked with sobs:

"Subordinate is guilty! Failed to manage the subordinates, allowing them to develop second thoughts, implore Venerable Master to punish!"

Chen Sheng coldly snorted, satisfied with the effect of his "killing a chicken to warn the monkey":

"I mentioned before, you are exempt from punishment for your informative contribution this time. Should it happen again, the ’Master’ title you hold will have no value."

"Yes! Understood! It won’t happen again!"

Hehuan Daoist promptly responded, secretly swearing in his heart to firmly control the Outer Sect forces, never allowing similar events to occur again.

Chen Sheng rose from the Cloud Bed, adjusted his Daoist Robe, and casually stated:

"Alright, clean up this place. I’ll handle White Crane Ascendant, lest he cause me more trouble."

Hehuan Daoist was startled upon hearing this, quickly rising to dissuade:

"Venerable Master, you mustn’t! With your Divine Techniques, White Crane Ascendant is nothing but a mere chicken, but it is said that he has some ties with Hundred-Eyed True Monarch of Black Wind Valley!"

"Hundred-Eyed True Monarch is a Great Power at the Nascent Soul Early-stage. If you kill White Crane Ascendant, it might provoke retaliation from Black Wind Valley, we mustn’t be careless!"

Chen Sheng waved his hand, interrupting his words, his tone full of unrestrained confidence:

"Black Wind Valley, I know it. A mere Nascent Soul Early-stage doesn’t scare me."

With that, his form moved, merging into the void, disappearing instantly from the cave, leaving only a faint ripple in the void.

Hehuan Daoist stood there bewildered for a moment, looking at the empty cave, filled with awe in his heart.

"As expected, the Venerable Master is a Nascent Soul True Monarch resuming cultivation after possession; these fools couldn’t even figure out the Master’s identity before acting rashly."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hastily summoned disciples to clean the bodies, yet was secretly relieved—fortunate he knew the situation, otherwise, he might be among those lying on the ground today.