I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 370 - 299: The Heart’s Barrier Finally Shattered!
Inside the inner hall, Chen Xihua, who was deducing the Sword Dao, also received the news. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the rune of the Destruction Dao Principle between his brows flashed and vanished.
The pale golden light and shadow of the sword momentum in his palm quietly dissipated, and he then laughed out loud, his laughter penetrating the barriers of the inner hall:
"I should have realized earlier! This deep-seated sense of kinship can’t be explained by mere Sword Dao resonance!"
Over three hundred years ago, he had once met the Demon Court’s Great Roc Emperor. Although the Demon Emperor, whose golden wings overshadowed the sky, was surrounded by ferocious demon power, it inexplicably fostered an affinity within him.
Now, Daoist Life-Annihilating evoked the same feeling, and thinking it over, it must be due to their bloodline.
...
In the days that followed, Yunlan Mountain did not stir with the news of the "ancestor returning to the clan."
Chen Xihua never broached the topic of clan affiliation with Chen Sheng. He merely devoted increasingly earnest attention to his teachings in the Martial Arts Arena each day.
Every time the Taiyue Void-Slaying Sword was wielded, it displayed the intricate details of the fusion between the Destruction Dao Principle and the Void Dao Principle for Chen Sheng to comprehend thoroughly.
The Chen Family Scripture Pavilion’s grand bronze door was opened for the first time to cultivators outside the direct lineage.
In the three layers of the pavilion, Chen Xihua personally retrieved the Ancient Sword Dao Jade Scrolls and the Dao Insights of the Divinity Transformation Realm, and placed them on the jade desk before Chen Sheng.
He also specifically made a copy of the "Dao Rhyme Record," a family heritage, and gifted it. The booklet was densely annotated with the unique insights of Nascent Soul Cultivators on Dao Principles through generations.
The originally agreed three-month period of teaching quietly extended day by day amidst elaborate sword dao deduction and dao principle discussions. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
In spring, the two stood under the peach tree side by side.
Chen Xihua used his finger as a sword, pointing at the flower buds on the branches. Where the Destruction Dao Principle passed by, flower buds first withered then bloomed, demonstrating the sword principle of "breaking to establish."
In the cold winter, they gathered around the warm stove. The sparks from the burning spirit charcoal in the stove were drawn by Chen Xihua as sword momentum, explaining the method of "wildfire spreading" sword momentum diffusion.
Chen Sheng’s Cyan Nether Sword often clashed with Chen Xihua’s Taiyue Void-Slaying Sword in the Martial Arts Arena.
The sword clangs were like dragon roars and phoenix cries, echoing throughout Yunlan Mountain, allowing the disciples living in the mountain to hear the high-tier sword dao rhythms daily, causing many to break through their bottlenecks.
...
In the blink of an eye, several years passed, and the peach blossoms on Yunlan Mountain bloomed and faded once more.
On this morning, the mountain wind carried a hint of melancholy.
At the mouth of Broken Dust Ridge outside Yunlan Mountain, Chen Liexiao, wearing a crimson Daoist robe, was followed by a few Chen Clan Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, all with reluctant expressions.
In his hands was a purple sandalwood box containing the Chen Clan’s unique "Condensing Dao Tea," with fresh spirit dew still clinging to the tea leaves:
"Brother in Dao, this tea was nurtured by the spirit vein for a thousand years. Brewing it can calm the mind and aid in enlightenment. The doors of the Chen Clan are always open for you; remember to return often!"
Chen Sheng, dressed in a dark robe, accepted the box with a gentle nod. Though his voice was mild, it carried a trace of warmth:
"I will."
Before his voice faded, the pale cyan Penetration Dao Principle subtly flowed around him, and his form merged into the ink-like void, seeping into the void.
Within the main hall of Yunlan Mountain, Chen Xihua stood by the window holding a freshly brewed cup of Condensing Dao Tea.
He gazed toward the direction where Chen Sheng disappeared, reflections of the years spent discussing the Sword Dao with Chen Sheng flickering in his heart, and an expression of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
Strangely enough, he had never had such intimate interactions with any younger generation member within the clan!
This inevitably reminded him of the days spent with his father and siblings on Nine Cloud Peak during his youth, filling his eyes with nostalgia.
Now, a thousand years have passed, and things have changed entirely... Of the old acquaintances on Nine Cloud Peak back then, only he remains.
"I must truly be getting old, to become so sentimental."
Chen Xihua lightly self-mocked, then drank the tea in one gulp, the tea rhyme spreading its gentle warmth from the spirit vein down his throat.
At this moment, he suddenly recalled discussing Separation Realm with Golden Feather Demon Venerable back then, where the other spoke of the gratification and ease upon witnessing the younger generation of the Demon Race grow.
While he understood it at the time, he didn’t empathize with it. Looking now at the mist-shrouded peaks outside the window, Chen Xihua smiled gently:
"I believe I now understand Brother Golden Feather’s sentiments."
He shook his head, turned back to the jade desk, raised his hands to calculate, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.
"In the days remaining, I must hone my skills well. The Spirit Realm might hold future reunions!"
As his words fell, the Taiyue Void-Slaying Sword unsheathed itself and began deriving dao principles’ insights.
...
Void ripples suddenly emerged, and Chen Sheng’s figure materialized quietly atop a barren hill.
This place was far from civilization, with only desolate yellow weeds visible, and a few withered old trees standing on the hilltop.
Their twisted branches reached towards the gray sky, as gusts of wind swept the sands, producing a whistling sound akin to a sigh of heaven and earth.
He stood at the hilltop, with his dark robe fluttering dramatically in the wind.
That stern face he had maintained for years finally shed its taut lines, the sharpness between his brows quietly subsided, replaced by an uncommon softness.
The years at Yunlan Mountain unfurled like a scroll before his eyes, each moment turning into a warm stream, making those years feel leisurely and priceless to him.
"After all, among the companions of past lives, how many are left?"
Chen Sheng muttered in his heart. Since he embarked on the cultivation path, he had lived through several lifetimes, witnessing too many partings. Many old acquaintances had long turned into mere soil.
Only Chen Xihua and Chen Yuquan remain in this world, becoming his sole links to his past.
He remembered Chen Xihua’s casual manner when mentioning ascension, recalling his expectations when speaking of the clan’s future, stirring an inexplicable melancholy in his heart.
"I wonder if there’s a day we’ll meet again."
As his thoughts wandered, several yellowing journals he came across in the Chen Family Scripture Pavilion two years ago quietly surfaced in his mind.
Chen Sheng clearly remembered the content on the last page, the final words of Chen Xixing before his passing:
"Of average talent, I have cultivated for seven hundred and thirteen years, reaching Golden Core Perfection. Though I missed the True Monarch Realm, I have no regrets. I only wish for my father’s safe return. If Ninth Brother sees this, could you burn paper to inform me, so that my worries may be eased."
Every word carried weight, the concerns and regrets between the lines were profoundly poignant.
Reflecting on the multiple lifetimes of cultivation, Chen Sheng felt a deep introspection; on the path of cultivation, he had ignored too much.
The higher his cultivation, the more he overlooked, the third life, and the fourth life were like this...
Those once vivid faces ultimately turned into tombstones, and only in remembrance did he feel the emptiness in his heart.
The wind swept through the withered grass at his feet, bringing the earthy scent, causing him to lightly sigh:
"Though immortality is desirable, it’s fraught with many farewells. How can one achieve both?"
This sigh seemed to release the melancholy accumulated over several lifetimes.
Simultaneously, without deliberately stimulating the dao principles to incite Heaven and Earth’s resonance, ripples spontaneously arose in his sea of consciousness.
The winding path of cultivation gradually became clear—those once neglected emotions and forgotten attachments transformed into points of spirit light, merging into the trajectory of his cultivation path.
The changes deep in his sea of consciousness instantly affected the Nascent Soul within his dantian. The Nascent Soul, which resembled him, opened its eyes, with pale cyan mana surging like tidewaters.
The invisible shackles previously surrounding the Nascent Soul shattered inch by inch after merging with those spirit light emotions, dissipating into countless points of light.
The Nascent Soul stretched its limbs, letting out a relaxed cheer, and the mana circulation speed suddenly increased; the spiritual power within the dantian surged like rushing rivers, impacting every meridian.
Chen Sheng opened his eyes, a bright light flashing in them, as his dao principles thoroughly melded with Heaven and Earth. He felt an unprecedented clarity within, but remained without joy or sorrow:
"The heart impediment is broken. Next, I must cultivate my mana to Great Perfection, strengthen the Nascent Soul, and aim for Divinity Transformation!"
