I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 347 - 281: Resolution
A flick of the finger brings forth March, and above the cloud sea at the center of the Yin Yang Grotto Heaven, a gargantuan figure is suspended.
It is none other than the true form of Chen Sheng’s Golden-Winged Roc—its immense wings spanning several thousand feet, nearly blocking out the sky and sun, each feather appearing to be forged from red gold, refracting blinding radiance in the rosy glow.
With a gentle flap of its wings, the entire Grotto Heaven’s spiritual qi rushes in like a tide, continuously flowing into its slightly opened beak.
In the wake of the spiritual qi, the cloud sea churns into vortices, the jade ground emits white mist, and even the distant floating spirit plant islands quiver slightly, as if revering this emperor ruling the Grotto Heaven.
Suddenly, Chen Sheng’s eyes slightly open, two beams of golden light piercing through the cloud sea, his throat lightly rolls as he exhales a breath imbued with extreme yin and yang.
As soon as this breath leaves his body, it transforms into two streams of light in the air—the black yin qi wraps like an ink satin, the white yang qi unfolds like silver threads. The two intertwine and rotate, swiftly evolving into a square diagram about several feet in size.
The edges of the diagram are inscribed with ancient runes, and the center displays a pattern of yin and yang fishes chasing each other, it is precisely the "Yin Yang Qi Diagram."
"Go."
Chen Sheng’s voice is not loud, yet carries indisputable majesty as he exudes the yin and yang qi, which falls upon the diagram, causing it to suddenly shine.
Amidst glowing brilliance, four figures are forcibly drawn out, heavily crashing onto the jade ground, emitting dull sounds.
It is precisely the Profound Armor Emperor, Emperor Tuo Yue, Chi Lian Emperor, and Black Python Emperor, who have been imprisoned for three months.
At this moment, the four of them have long lost the majesty of emperors of the past.
The Profound Armor Emperor’s profound turtle shell, which could withstand a mid-stage Nascent Soul attack, has become dull and lackluster, even the wrinkles on his head seem deeper.
Emperor Tuo Yue is in a worse condition, with faint black blood stains remaining at the corner of his mouth, apparently having suffered considerable injury in the diagram.
Chi Lian Emperor and Black Python Emperor curl up their bodies, scales falling off in considerable amounts, revealing the tender flesh underneath, snake tongues flickering amidst exhaustion and fear.
The "Yin Yang Qi Diagram" is by no means a fine place, with yin and yang qi clashing within the body day and night, sometimes burning like raging fire, sometimes piercing like icy cold.
Had Chen Sheng not deliberately spared their lives, he only needed to urge the yin and yang qi in the diagram to turn into a grindstone, and they would have already been refined into a pool of pus.
"Pay respects to the Roc Emperor."
The four struggle to get up, not daring to slack in the slightest, bending over to salute in unison.
The Profound Armor Emperor’s voice carries some hoarseness, Emperor Tuo Yue bows even lower.
As for Chi Lian Emperor and Black Python Emperor, when their eyes meet Chen Sheng’s sky-covering golden wings, their bodies instinctively tremble slightly.
The Golden-Winged Roc is naturally the nemesis of serpents, let alone this one before them, who can suppress them with a flick. They do not doubt that if Chen Sheng wishes, he could swallow them down the next second as a snack.
Chen Sheng slowly retracts his wings, his figure gradually shrinking to common human size, yet the imposing aura remains.
He wears a black robe embroidered with golden roc patterns, with a Yin Yang Jade bestowed by the Demon Venerable at his waist, his gaze sweeping over the four, his voice cold:
"You have violated the Demon Court’s laws, engaging in private conflicts, disturbing order. I commanded you to reflect in the ’Yin Yang Qi Diagram’ for three months. Are you convinced?"
As his words fall, the four feel a chill in their hearts. They naturally understand that the three-month torment was just a warning from Chen Sheng.
The Profound Armor Emperor speaks first, his tone almost humbly respectful:
"The Roc Emperor is impartial and wise, we are wholeheartedly convinced, and dare not offend again in the future."
The other three quickly echo, not daring even to breathe heavily.
Chen Sheng nods, his voice still cold:
"If you’re convinced, good. Today, I’ve called you here to deal with the ore vein matter of the Turtle and Snake Races."
His gaze suddenly sharpens, sweeping over the four:
"Before me, you’ll draft a plan yourselves. If you still wish to engage in magical combat as before, I won’t stop you. I’ll simply bring out the Sealing Demon Platform for you to settle it, resolve life and death."
Sealing Demon Platform!
Upon hearing these three words, the four’s faces drastically change.
That’s the place in the Demon Court for life-and-death duels, the platform is endowed with a spatial sealing domain where even Nascent Soul can’t escape. Once on it, one can only fight with physical body and bloodline divine techniques, with the loser destined to die.
Of course, the more likely outcome is mutual destruction. Despite their disputes, it hasn’t escalated to such extremes.
The Profound Armor Emperor, filled with fear, knows Chen Sheng’s words are no joke, quickly waving his hand:
"No! No! We are willing to negotiate properly, and dare not fight again!"
Emperor Tuo Yue also nods in agreement, his gaze carrying some warning as he looks at Chi Lian Emperor and Black Python Emperor.
The two from the Snake Race, already at a disadvantage in strength compared to the Turtle Race, and having no rightful reasons for previous fights, are now intimidated by Chen Sheng’s majesty, and dare not object at all.
Chi Lian Emperor softly says: "We follow the Roc Emperor’s arrangement, and are willing to negotiate a plan with the Turtle Race."
Seeing the four express their stance, Chen Sheng doesn’t say more, only calmly stating:
"In that case, begin now. I will judge."
As soon as his words fall, the Profound Armor Emperor speaks first:
"That ore vein was discovered first by my Turtle Race, and should naturally hold eighty percent of the share."
"On what grounds?"
The Black Python Emperor immediately retorts. Although not as strong, there is someone judging, and he is unwilling to suffer losses.
"The ore vein, though at the edge of the Turtle Race’s territory, is also near my Snake Race’s settlement. Moreover, in the previous conflict, my clan lost several demon kings, and should rightfully hold fifty percent!"
Emperor Tuo Yue angrily says:
"If your Snake Race hadn’t started the fight over the ore vein, there wouldn’t have been subsequent conflicts! Moreover, in terms of strength, your Snake Race isn’t equal to my Turtle Race, so on what basis do you claim fifty percent?"
Both sides argue back and forth, their voices gradually growing louder.
Chen Sheng slightly frowns, flicking a finger, a golden spiritual power lands between the two, emitting a loud "bang."
This sound instantaneously silences the arguing four, who all look towards Chen Sheng with eyes full of reverence.
"Had enough arguing?"
Chen Sheng’s voice carries a bit of coldness:
"I give you half an hour. If you cannot reach a decision, we’ll proceed according to my proposal: the Turtle Race will take fifty percent, the Snake Race ten percent, and the remaining forty percent goes to the Demon Court. What do you think?"
The prior private skirmish actually held some significance. After all, in Chen Sheng’s view, the Snake Race lacked justification and strength, so they could be slightly aggrieved.
Of course, the Turtle Race also should not get preferential treatment; both sides need to be admonished equally.
Upon hearing this, both sides could only negotiate once again, and under Chen Sheng’s pressure, they quickly reached a consensus.
The Profound Armor Emperor took a deep breath and spoke:
"Our Turtle Race is willing to step back and claim seventy percent, the Snake Race takes twenty percent, and the remaining ten percent will be contested by sending five Demon Kings from each of our races every fifty years. The winner claims that ten percent. What do you think?"
Chi Lian Emperor and Black Python Emperor exchanged glances. Realizing they were outmatched and that the Judge was neutral, they agreed, since this allocation was at least better than what the Roc Emperor declared:
"Feasible, but the contest must be witnessed by the Demon Court and must not be lethal."
"Agreed." The Profound Armor Emperor accepted decisively.
Seeing both parties come to an agreement, Chen Sheng nodded and said:
"The terms are set for three hundred years and cannot be altered. After three hundred years, if there are objections from either race, they may petition the Demon Court for renegotiation."
He raised his hand, and a golden contract appeared out of nowhere, clearly outlining the agreed terms, with runes from the Demon Court etched along its edges.
"Sign the contract. It is bound by the Demon Court. Should any demon violate it, they will face severe consequences."
The four didn’t dare delay, each producing a drop of essence blood to place on the contract.
The moment the essence blood merged with the contract, it emitted a golden light, splitting into five parts, which fell into the hands of each of the four and Chen Sheng.
Once the light dissipated, the contract’s terms were deeply imprinted in the souls of the four. A breach would trigger the contract’s force to rebound, without needing intervention from the Demon Court.
Having completed this, Chen Sheng said calmly:
"The matter is settled. You may all return. Remember today’s agreement; if you dare tamper with the ore vein affairs again, I will show no mercy."
"Yes! Thank you, Great Roc Emperor!"
Chen Sheng nodded, gathering a radiant golden spiritual power at his fingertips and lightly pointing it into the void.
"Buzz—"
A low hum sounded as the void seemed to tear open, revealing a door of light over a yard tall.
The edges of the door flowed with Yin and Yang Qi, faintly showing the outlines of the external forests—this was the Grotto Heaven Gate.
"Go ahead."
Chen Sheng waved his sleeve, an invisible force wrapped around the Profound Armor Emperor and the other three, gently pushing them forward before they could react.
The four felt as light as if riding on clouds, soaring toward the light door, and in the blink of an eye, they passed through and vanished outside the grotto heaven.
The light door gradually closed, transforming into a stream of light, dissipating into the void as if it had never appeared.
Having handled this matter, Chen Sheng did not linger. He straightened his magic robe, ensuring it was smooth and without creases, then stepped toward the grotto heaven portal to report back to the Demon Venerable.
...
"Come in."
A low and commanding voice echoed from within the Golden Feather Hall.
The Golden Feather Demon Venerable, dressed in a Yin Yang Daoist Robe, saw Chen Sheng enter, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. His primary purpose in sending Chen Sheng to handle this matter was to let him make a name for himself in the Demon Court.
The reputation of a prodigy ultimately pales beside the power of a formidable figure! This goal was perfectly achieved!
At present, Chen Sheng’s display of the Great Demon Emperor’s might also made his prospects increasingly bright.
Simultaneously, the manner in which Chen Sheng handled the situation and the results brought unexpected delight, leaving the Golden Feather Demon Venerable quite satisfied with him.
By first forcefully suppressing to maintain the Demon Court’s dominance, then allowing the two races to establish their terms independently, he both offered them an exit and avoided heightening tensions.
The three-hundred-year contract served to temporarily subdue the high-ranking members of both races, while the fifty-year demon king duel allowed them to vent pent-up grievances, preventing tensions from fully erupting.
This approach was far superior to outright suppression, embodying the balance of Yin and Yang.
The Golden Feather Demon Venerable nodded: "You handled the ore vein matter quite appropriately."
Chen Sheng bowed and replied: "It’s all due to the teachings of my ancestor."
The Golden Feather Demon Venerable shifted the conversation: "By the way, how is the matter of finding an imperial consort progressing?"
On this subject, Chen Sheng clasped his hands in return and said:
"In response to ancestor’s inquiry, my mother has been observing eligible excellent descendants from various races, and messages have been arriving recently."
"Once the selection is made, suitable candidates will be communicated to me. It shouldn’t be long before there’s a concrete outcome."
"Good." The Golden Feather Demon Venerable nodded, his tone carrying a bit of solemnity:
"You must remember, when choosing an imperial consort, it’s important to consider not only their bloodline talent but also their race’s power and position. If you can ally with a strong and steadfast race through marriage, it will provide you with support."
He paused before continuing:
"Furthermore, you must exercise both benevolence and authority towards the imperial consort and their race."
"You need to offer enough respect and support, while also establishing your authority. Don’t let them misuse your name for reckless actions."
"Only by balancing all these relationships can they become your support rather than a burden. This is the path of Yin and Yang balance."
These words were from the experience of the Golden Feather Demon Venerable in matrimonial leadership, and Chen Sheng listened respectfully, then bowed:
"Thank you, ancestor, for your guidance. I will remember it diligently."
The Golden Feather Demon Venerable saw the respectful demeanor of Chen Sheng, his eyes showing some comfort:
"You have extraordinary talent and are dedicated. You will definitely shoulder the responsibility of the Demon Court in the future. After returning, devote yourself to cultivation, aiming for an early advancement to the Great Demon Emperor."
"Yes! Your grandson takes his leave."
