I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 336 - 272: Aftermath
On this day, a piece of news fell like a spark into a boiling pot of oil, first exploding across every inch of land in the Ten Demon Countries.
It then traveled along the communication network, transforming into Spirit Light indistinguishable to the naked eye, crazily spreading throughout the Eastern Domain, and even further into the vast and desolate Great Wilderness.
"The three Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs of Jiang Country were surrounded by Tribulation Cultivators outside Qingxi Market, yet were all slain with a single sword, and their Sect Spiritual Treasures and Nascent Soul Bodies were seized!"
Wherever the news reached, the first to boil over were the towns and markets of the Ten Demon Countries.
In "Black Wind City," adjacent to the border of Jiang Country, the city walls are built from massive, mysterious black stones and have long been shrouded in an elusive scent of blood.
In the largest tavern in the city, the "Drunken Immortal Tower," the originally noisy main hall suddenly became as if gripped by an invisible hand around its throat, falling silent instantly.
A Loose Cultivator dressed in a gray robe, his face ashen, shrank by a corner table.
Clutching a warm Communication Jade Scroll, his normally muddy eyes suddenly widened in shock, staring fixedly at the runes circulating on the jade scroll, his voice tinged with uncontrollable tremor, breaking the deathly silence:
"Did...did you hear? Those three Nascent Soul True Monarchs from Jiang Country...are gone! Killed by a Nascent Soul Cultivator who just crossed the Tribulation."
These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the main hall, shocking all the cultivators present.
In the corner, a burly man with a face full of fleshy substance suddenly slammed the table, causing droplets of wine to spill from the flask at his waist:
"Impossible!"
"Those three are renowned Demon Monarchs who’ve been famous for hundreds of years, their Demon Techniques are extraordinary, how could they fall into the hands of a cultivator who just crossed the Tribulation?"
"Absolutely true!"
The gray-robed Loose Cultivator hurriedly raised the Communication Jade Scroll in his hand, extending it out as if to prove the indisputable truthiness of his words:
"My friend from Jiang Country just sent word, saying the Celestial Thunder Tribulation clouds above Qingxi Market weren’t even fully condensed when that Tribulation Cultivator struck out with a sword from nowhere!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his tone growing increasingly excited:
"Just one sword! The three True Monarchs didn’t even have a chance to counterattack, their Nascent Souls couldn’t even escape, and all the Spiritual Treasures were seized by that cultivator!"
"Not just that!"
A cultivator with sharp features seated at a neighboring table leaned over, lowering his voice, yet unable to hide the excitement and fear within:
"I also heard that after killing the three True Monarchs, that cultivator directly charged into the Three Great Sects!"
"He looted all the stored goods from the Sect Treasure Vault and Scripture Pavilion, leaving countless disciples and elders dead or injured, with blood flowing like a river!"
The main hall instantly exploded into chaos.
Cultivators left their seats and gathered together, chattering and speculating, the buzz filling the hall with cacophony.
...
In another market, a middle-aged cultivator with a long beard, seeming quite knowledgeable, stroked his beard, his face filled with awe as he exclaimed:
"To kill three Nascent Souls with one sword, such prowess might be nearing Nascent Soul Great Perfection!"
A young cultivator in a brocade robe nearby quickly interrupted:
"Brother Li, your information is outdated! I just received news saying that cultivator had just crossed the Celestial Thunder Tribulation, clearly being only an Nascent Soul Early-stage cultivator!"
The long-bearded cultivator’s eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing this:
"How could that be possible! Once a Nascent Soul Cultivator’s Dharma Body is destroyed, their Dantian Nascent Soul retreats into void, traveling to preserve life; that’s the mark of the Nascent Soul Stage!"
"Typically only Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators can seal space with absolute power, preventing cultivators of the same level from escaping, thus enabling a kill!"
The young cultivator shook his head:
"I don’t know about that, maybe he cultivated some supreme Secret Technique."
Amidst the discussion, someone’s eyes gleamed with undisguised greed, licking their lips before whispering:
"The Three Great Sects have accumulated over hundreds of years, even if completely looted, the old grounds of the sect might still contain leftovers, like overlooked Elixir Pills or Low Tier Magical Artifacts...if one were to try their luck..."
Some veteran cultivators, their usual composure gone, wore deep worry on their faces, gazing at the changing clouds above Black Wind City, murmuring to themselves:
"Even Nascent Soul True Monarchs can be killed without a word, and three of them at that...the skies of the Ten Demon Countries might truly be changing!"
The days following, the Nascent Soul Grand Sects of the Ten Demon Countries indeed fell into unprecedented chaos.
Major Sect mountain gates shut tightly, conferences were strictly guarded, the normally high-and-mighty Nascent Soul Cultivators rarely seen, were now restless.
Some secretly connected, others pondered alone, but all ultimately made the decision — to temporarily leave the Ten Demon Countries and head to the broader Great Wilderness to lay low.
After all, with such an unbridled Killing Star lurking near one’s doorstep, who could sit comfortably!
...
On this day, above Qingxi Market.
The once clear sky twisted slightly without warning, and a Sword Robe figure emerged silently, like ink drop merging into water.
With a tall stature and lean face, no Spiritual Power fluctuations emanated from his body, yet he seemed to blend completely with the surrounding world, even the passing wind divided automatically at his presence.
This was Celestial Venerable of Divinity Transformation Chen Xihua of the Eastern Domain. He gently twitched his long fingers, an invisible Divine Thought spread like tide, prying at the surrounding ambient Heaven and Earth Dao Principle.
The Spiritual Qi in the air began to pulsate wildly, forming slender streams of light, tracing back a few blurred scenes from the earth-shattering battle.
Three highly condensed light points, like meteors piercing darkness, instantly penetrated three fleeing demon shadows.
"Hmm?"
Chen Xihua abruptly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flitting across his gaze, involuntarily brightening his vision:
"What a wonderfully exquisite sword!"
He murmured his admiration, his tone carrying surprise:
"This Sword Light conceals the embryonic form of ’Penetration Dao Principle,’ extremely restraining Nascent Soul’s escape, no wonder it achieved a three-kill with one stroke!"
Meanwhile, Chen Xihua continued to observe that Sword Light, faintly sensing its alignment with his own cultivated Sword Dao, a fondness for talent sparked within his heart.
He spun his wrist and a palm-sized Compass Spiritual Treasure, engraved with complex runes, appeared in his hand.
However, when he infused Divine Thought, intending to track the mysterious cultivator’s whereabouts, the compass needle spun wildly, ultimately pointing to an indistinct direction, unable to precisely locate.
Seeing this, Chen Xihua chuckled silently to himself, then burst into laughter:
"It seems this young friend not only has an astonishing talent in Sword Dao but also cultivated such profound Concealing Breath and Stealth Secret Technique, truly fortunate."
He put away the compass, recalling how he too encountered a heaven-defying chance change in fate during his younger days, always tread carefully, his eyes gleamed with relief:
"Well, the cultivation path is each to their own chances, can’t force."
Finished speaking, he blurred and merged with the world again, vanishing into the sky above Qingxi Market as if he had never appeared.
