I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 360 - 290: Aftermath

In the void, Chen Sheng stood suspended, dozens of storage rings flashing with spirit light laid out before him.

With a slight thought, the storage rings opened one after another.

Countless rare spiritual materials, elixir pills, and cultivation technique jade scrolls flew out, forming a dazzling multicolored torrent before him, mesmerizing and overwhelming.

"These Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs indeed have considerable wealth."

Chen Sheng was satisfied, his gaze sweeping over the precious resources, secretly calculating in his heart:

"These resources are enough to support my cultivation to Nascent Soul Great Perfection, achieving the purpose of this journey completely."

He waved his hand, a gentle force gathering all the resources back into the storage rings, which he then tucked into his sleeve one by one.

Having finished this, Chen Sheng looked into the distance, his gaze piercing through layers of the void, landing in the direction of the Great Wilderness.

"Now that it’s over, it’s time to return to the Great Wilderness and continue enlightenment cultivation."

With the cultivation experience of his previous life as a foundation, cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage was merely routine for him, without much worry.

His primary goal now was to thoroughly complete the nascent form of his Dao Principle, especially the almost perfected Penetration Dao Rhyme, just a step away from coalescing into a complete Dao Principle.

"I am just one step away from perfection, but I lack the pressure to break through the bottleneck."

His heart moved, and within his heart sea, a wondrous scene from his past life slowly emerged—perhaps that was the key to his breakthrough.

Without any hesitation, his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of azure light, racing towards the direction of the Great Wilderness, soon disappearing beyond the horizon.

...

Celestial South City sat on the border of the Demon Countries, known as a bustling trade town.

The city walls were constructed with pitch-black basalt, the streets within crisscrossing, scattered with loose cultivators bearing lethal blades and low tier disciples wearing various sect robes.

The place was a gathering spot for various sects and factions, chaotic yet orderly—for here, strength was the only pass.

The most lively place in the city was undoubtedly the Drunken Immortal Tower.

This three-story wooden building was totally vermillion, with dozens of red lanterns hanging under the eaves, radiating a festive air even during the day.

Inside, the carved beams and painted rafters mingled with the fragrance of wine and spirit tea, making it the prime spot for cultivators to exchange news and talk business.

Especially the big hall on the second floor, which was always packed, where Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered in groups, loudly discussing tales from various places, occasionally bursting into laughter or debate.

This afternoon, the hall on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower was particularly jam-packed.

The tables and chairs were almost touching, and latecomers could only stand in the corridors, stretching their necks to join in the commotion.

Dozens of cultivators gathered around a square table by the window, all eyes focused on a goatee-sporting middle-aged cultivator sitting there.

This cultivator, named Wang, was a well-known news peddler in Celestial South City, frequently traveling among various countries, always managing to gather some unknown secrets.

At this moment, he was telling a story with spittle flying, his left hand planted on the table, his right hand holding a bowl of strong wine, taking a sip from time to time, a look of pride on his face.

"You wouldn’t believe the scene!"

Cultivator Wang put down the wine bowl, the liquid trickling down his chin, but he didn’t mind at all, suddenly slicing his right hand through the air, mimicking the motion of shuttling sword light, his gestures exaggerated and vivid:

"At that time, I was resting at a tea house outside the Black Wood Forest in the Yan Country, and suddenly saw an azure light brightening the sky!"

"That light was frighteningly fast, like lightning, so quick you couldn’t even blink! Then there was a ’whoosh’ sound, ear-piercing, almost bursting my eardrums!"

"When I looked up again, a corpse of a Nascent Soul True Monarch had already fallen from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground, the Nascent Soul didn’t even have time to escape, pinned there by that azure light!"

His vivid storytelling had the surrounding cultivators enthralled, some couldn’t help but swallow, eyes full of shock.

"Brother Wang, quit exaggerating!"

At this moment, a Foundation Establishment Early-stage cultivator in a gray short coat at the next table couldn’t resist breaking in. He was burly, with a knife scar across his face, looking quite fierce.

"How powerful is a Nascent Soul True Monarch? Even at the Nascent Soul Early-stage, they can shuttle through the void. How could they possibly have no chance to react, cut down with a single sword?"

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding cultivators chimed in.

"Yeah, Brother Wang, that sounds too fantastical."

"I know the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch is formidable, but after all, he’s still a Nascent Soul Cultivator. How could he kill a Nascent Soul True Monarch so effortlessly? At least it should be a fierce battle."

"If he was as formidable as you say, he would have stormed the Seven Kills Saint Sect long ago."

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Cultivator Wang was immediately anxious, slamming his hand on the table, causing the wine bowl on it to jump, spilling wine all over.

"Since when have I ever lied to you? What I said is true! There were several cultivators in the tea house who saw it, if you don’t believe me, go ask around at the Black Wood Forest in the Yan Country!"

The dispute reached an impasse, the atmosphere in the hall growing tense.

Just then, a cultivator in a gray robe quickly stepped onto the second floor, holding a white communication jade talisman engraved with the unique cloud pattern mark of the Celestial Secret Pavilion.

The cultivator cleared his throat, then loudly announced:

"Quiet everyone! Latest update! Urgent news just in from the Celestial Secret Pavilion—three days ago, the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch blocked the gates of the Seven Kills Saint Sect, slaying nineteen Nascent Soul True Monarchs!"

"What?!"

The hall fell instantly silent, then erupted into a frenzy.

Even the cultivator surnamed Wang widened his eyes in disbelief, and the cultivators gathered around the gray-robed cultivator, bombarding him with questions:

"What did you say? Nineteen Nascent Soul True Monarchs? How is that possible!"

"Doesn’t the Seven Kills Saint Sect have the Seven Kills True Monarch overseeing it? How could they let the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch block the gate and kill people?"

The gray-robed Cultivator waited for the crowd to quiet down a bit before continuing to read:

"According to eyewitnesses, at that time, the sky outside the Seven Kills Saint Sect suddenly lit up with numerous Dao meteor phenomena. White lights flashed continuously, dazzling like fireworks—there were so many that it was difficult to count them all!"

Prior to this, the news that the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch roamed the Demon Countries, hunting down five Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs, had already spread wildly in Celestial South City.

Everyone thought that was an incredible achievement, which was why they surrounded Cultivator Wang, who claimed to have seen it firsthand.

Unexpectedly, an even more shocking message came—that the gate of the Seven Kills Sect was blocked, and nineteen Nascent Soul True Monarchs were slain in one strike!

Many cultivators showed doubtful expressions on their faces. A Golden Core Cultivator with a long beard frowned and asked:

"Is your information reliable? The Communication Jade Talisman from the Celestial Secret Pavilion isn’t something that can be easily forged; let us see the markings on the talisman!"

The gray-robed Cultivator, without wasting words, directly handed the Communication Jade Talisman to the long-bearded Cultivator.

The crowd gathered to examine it carefully, only to see the coordinates imprint of the Celestial Secret Pavilion clearly engraved on the back of the jade talisman, evidently not forged.

The voices of doubt gradually faded away, replaced by a collective gasp.

As the gray-robed Cultivator disclosed the details of the battle progressively, the crowd erupted into discussions once again.

"My heavens! How long has it been, and now another nineteen? Including the five before, that’s twenty-four in total, right?"

"In just a few months, killing twenty-four Nascent Soul True Monarchs—that’s terrifying! Not even a Celestial Venerable of Divinity Transformation is this frightening!"

At this moment, an elderly man with gray hair, clothed in simple robes, suddenly sighed in the crowd, his eyes full of shock:

"Even True Monarch Yin Feng has fallen."

"Elder Li, have you seen True Monarch Yin Feng? Is he very powerful?"

A young Cultivator who had just entered the Foundation Establishment Stage recently asked curiously. This Elder Li was quite renowned in Celestial South City for his extensive knowledge.

Elder Li nodded, speaking with a grave tone:

"True Monarch Yin Feng possessed Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, his power unfathomable."

"He was best known for his Yinfeng Poison Technique; that poisonous wind was colorless and odorless, yet it could effortlessly corrode a cultivator’s Dharma Body. Once contaminated, without a High Tier Antidote Pill, death was certain."

"Years ago, when I was training on the edge of the Great Wilderness, I was fortunate enough to witness him in action. At that time, a Loose Cultivator at Golden Core Perfection unwittingly offended him. With just a gentle wave of his hand, a faint black wind blew over."

"That Loose Cultivator didn’t even get a chance to scream before being reduced to a pool of blood by the poisonous wind, leaving not even a bone behind."

He paused, a trace of fear appearing on his face:

"Even from dozens of miles away, I could sense the terror of that poisonous wind—I held my breath to avoid being affected."

"To think that such a formidable figure could be slain with one sword strike by the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch—his power is simply unimaginable."

"Just how powerful is the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch?" The young Cultivator asked again, eyes filled with curiosity and awe.

"It’s hard to say."

Elder Li shook his head, brows furrowed, as if recalling something.

"But judging from the True Monarchs he has slain, his Swordsmanship has reached an extraordinary level. First, his speed is unmatched; his Sword Light is so fast that even Nascent Soul True Monarchs struggle to react."

"Secondly, the power is immense; one sword can penetrate a Nascent Soul True Monarch’s Dharma Body and Nascent Soul without any leeway. More frighteningly, he can penetrate the void and launch surprise attacks, making it impossible to defend—ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators can’t withstand even one of his swords."

Another middle-aged cultivator quickly added: "Not only that! The Demon Slaying Sword Monarch has also comprehended the Void Domain!"

"Outside the Seven Kills Sect, the Sword Monarch folded the surrounding void, creating an enclosed space."

"Once enveloped by his Domain, even Nascent Soul True Monarchs can hardly escape. Those who tried to flee were trapped in the Domain and killed one by one—they couldn’t get out!"

Elder Li was even more astonished upon hearing this, his tone carrying a few sighs of emotion:

"The Void Domain, the hallmark of a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator—the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch has improved his cultivation so rapidly. A hundred years ago, when he first appeared, he had just broken through the Nascent Soul Early-stage, and now, in only a hundred years, he’s reached the late-stage Nascent Soul!"

"Such talent, throughout all the Demon Countries, and even into the Great Wilderness Four Domains, you won’t find a second like him!"

"Even Nascent Soul late-stage Great Cultivators like the Seven Kills True Monarch are cowering in the Sect, not daring to come out. They can only ask a Celestial Venerable of Divinity Transformation to mediate, which shows how powerful the deterrence of the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch is."

A thin, middle-aged Loose Cultivator sighed, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness:

"We Loose Cultivators tread a difficult path in cultivation, resources are scarce, and cultivation techniques are incomplete. To even reach late-stage Golden Core is already pushing the limits."

"Comparing us to the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch is like night and day—we’re not even fit to carry his shoes."

"You can’t say that!"

At this moment, a young Cultivator in a blue short-sleeved shirt suddenly spoke excitedly, his face full of excitement, eyes shining brightly:

"At least the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch vented some anger for us Loose Cultivators!"

"The True Monarch Yin Feng killed so many Loose Cultivators with cruel methods, yet no one dared to provoke him. Now that he’s been killed by the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch, it’s truly satisfying!"

"The Demon Slaying Sword Monarch does not kill the nameless."

His words resonated with many Loose Cultivators, who nodded in agreement, after all, the ones who died were Nascent Soul Demon Monarchs.

They didn’t even qualify to die at the hands of the Demon Slaying Sword Monarch.