I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 387 - 314: My Fellow Daoist Regrets, I Do Not
The inner hall of the Zhang Clan was silent, the ground paved with blue stone engraved with a complex Spirit Gathering Array, with three High Grade Spirit Stones embedded at the array hub, slowly releasing pure spiritual energy.
Zhang Xiaocheng sat cross-legged at the center of the array hub, wearing a training uniform embroidered with cloud patterns, his eyes tightly closed, surrounded by a faint mid-stage Golden Core pressure.
He had been in seclusion here for three days, attempting to break through the bottleneck to the late-stage Golden Core, but every time the spiritual energy touched the barrier of his meridians, it was blocked by an invisible sense of stagnation.
"Forget it; the foundation is insufficient, and it cannot be forced."
Zhang Xiaocheng sighed softly, ready to end his cultivation session.
Suddenly, a light blue spiritual light descended like a curtain of the sky, carrying a vast starry breath, instantly enveloping his entire being.
This spiritual light was gentle yet irresistible; as he attempted to mobilize his Golden Core power to resist, he felt his divine soul become light, his body seemingly turning into a wisp of blue smoke, uncontrollably drifting into the void.
The next moment, the scene before his eyes changed abruptly.
The originally narrow inner hall vanished, replaced by a majestic palace floating in the starry sea—the Four Seas Profound Mansion.
On the high platform in the center of the palace sat an indescribably vast Daoist—the Daoist was shrouded in faint cloud-like energy, making it impossible to discern specific features.
He felt that the other was as heavy as the heavens and earth, and merely existing was enough to inspire reverence in Zhang Xiaocheng, causing even his breathing to become cautious.
"Greetings, Senior!"
Zhang Xiaocheng was startled, hastily bowing with his head almost touching his chest in a salute.
He could clearly sense that the Daoist’s cultivation had long surpassed the Golden Core and Nascent Soul, even the Venerable of Divinity Transformation at the Martial Arts Academy, reaching a level he could not comprehend.
This pressure, coming from the depths of the soul, made him unable to even conceive a thought of resistance.
It was precisely Chen Sheng who had refined the core of the Four Seas Bead, wielding the authority of the Four Seas Grotto Heaven, bringing unparalleled might.
Soon, Chen Sheng nodded slightly, his voice like a grand bell as well as a gentle breeze, directly echoing in Zhang Xiaocheng’s sea of consciousness:
"I have an old connection with your Zhang Clan ancestors, and now I bestow upon you an opportunity..."
Zhang Xiaocheng’s eyes instantly became blurred.
Chen Sheng flicked his finger, leaving behind a few inheritances and setting a restriction in Zhang Xiaocheng’s sea of consciousness to ensure he could not divulge it.
Just as Zhang Xiaocheng wanted to ask more, the palace and the Daoist before his eyes suddenly became blurry, receding like a tide.
He only heard the Daoist’s final transmitted message: "Treat my descendants well, the rise of the Zhang Clan rests on this act."
Then he felt his divine soul plummet as if falling from a great height.
By dawn the next day, Zhang Xiaocheng awoke abruptly from the meditation cushion.
He panted heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, the Spirit Gathering Array in the inner hall still operating, everything the same as it was during his seclusion.
"Was it an illusion?"
He rubbed his throbbing head, feeling his sea of consciousness a chaotic blur, the previous night’s encounter like an absurd dream.
At that moment, he instinctively submerged his consciousness into his sea of consciousness, instantly gaping at the sight before him—three golden light clusters floated in the center of his sea of consciousness.
It was precisely the inheritance left by the Daoist, obscure yet exquisite, far more profound than the Celestial Capital Martial Arts Technique he had cultivated for a hundred years.
"It’s real! Everything is real!"
Zhang Xiaocheng trembled with excitement, springing up suddenly and accidentally knocking over the Spirit Tea desk beside him, the spilled tea going unnoticed.
He walked to the copper mirror, looking at the excited yet aged face reflected, murmuring to himself inwardly:
"Who would have thought my Zhang Clan would have such an opportunity, and the Senior still has offspring within the clan..."
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Within the Four Seas Profound Mansion, the light blue spiritual light receded like a tide, while Zhang Xiaocheng’s figure vanished from the hall.
Chen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back at the top of the steps, the hem of his black robe lightly swaying in the breeze, a hint of deep intent flashed in his eyes—that restriction and inheritance were both an opportunity for the Zhang Clan and a hidden piece he placed on the board.
Confirming Zhang Xiaocheng had returned safely, he turned, and with a gentle wave of his sleeve, the surrounding space rippled like water, and his whole being instantly merged into it, disappearing without a trace.
The next moment, Chen Sheng appeared within the Four Seas Secret Realm.
Different from the elegant Profound Mansion, this place was a wondrous paradise full of vitality.
Ninety-nine tier five spiritual veins coiled like giant dragons around the periphery of the secret realm, with milky white spiritual energy gushing from the tops of the veins, gathered in the air to form clouds, occasionally turning into spirit rain that nourished patches of thousand-year-old spirit grass below.
Among the spirit grass were various spirit flowers, dew crystals glistening on the petals, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
At the heart of the secret realm, a cultivation palace built from Warm Jade floated amidst the Spiritual Mist.
Chen Xihua sat cross-legged within the palace, his aura more condensed than before, surrounded by faint Void Ripples.
Suspended before him was a semi-transparent sword shadow, the sword shadow changing shapes as the Dao Principle flowed, sometimes forming void rifts, sometimes solidifying like steel, precisely his main cultivation of the Void Destruction Dao Principle in operation.
He slowly opened his eyes, the fleeting shards of void in them receding instantly, a smile appearing on his face:
"Dao Friend is here."
"Brother Dao, are you comfortable here?"
Chen Sheng advanced, his gaze sweeping over the spiritual veins surrounding the cultivation platform, a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.
This Four Seas Secret Realm was originally a cultivation land meticulously crafted by the Four Seas Wanderer, where ninety-nine tier five spiritual veins converged, the spiritual energy concentration comparable to the core cave mansions of some sects in the Spirit Realm, far superior to the Divinity Transformation Cave Mansions in the Celestial Abyss Realm.
Chen Xihua’s tone was full of admiration:
"Here, the tier five spiritual veins converge, the spiritual energy is pure and gentle, reinforced by the secret realm array that organizes the Dao Principles—a first-class cultivation treasure land."
"I’ve been in seclusion here for a year, and my long-stalled cultivation has steadily advanced. If I continue cultivating here long-term, achieving Divinity Transformation Perfection wouldn’t be out of the question."
After speaking, he looked at Chen Sheng and suddenly shook his head, a trace of remorse in his voice:
"Had I known Dao Friend had such a treasure, I wouldn’t have advised you to smuggle into the Spirit Realm back then."
He walked to the edge of the secret realm, gazing at the surging stream of spiritual veins below, speaking softly:
"Within the Four Seas Bead lies a Grotto Heaven, replete with Spiritual Vein and resources, fully capable of supporting a Cultivator to reach the Perfection of Divinity Transformation."
"Although the Lower Realm lacks origin, the environment for Enlightenment is exceptionally good, free from the disputes of the Spirit Realm. You can completely cultivate to the Perfection of Divinity Transformation here, and there is even a slim hope to break through to the Void Refining Realm."
Chen Sheng listened and simply replied, "Dao Brother regrets, I do not. This is not the heart of a Sword Cultivator."
He raised his hand and drew the sword from his waist, its blade reflecting the Spirit Light of the Spiritual Vein, emitting a cold, sharp glint:
"A Sword Cultivator should go forward without hesitation, seeking breakthroughs in perilous places, comprehending Sword Intent in dire situations. If confined to a single Grotto Heaven, even if Cultivation is high, the Sword Heart will grow timid. Such a Realm is not worth Cultivating."
He never regretted his decision; he even started feeling fortunate. Otherwise, if Chen Xihua and the four ascended, even if there’s a very slim probability of the Lower Realm’s coordinates leaking, he wouldn’t dare to gamble on it.
He was already aware of the Void Refining Cultivators’ covetousness towards the Small Thousand World from the heritage of the Four Seas Wanderer.
Once a Refining Void Great Power descends, the origin of the Celestial Abyss Realm will be harvested. At that time, when the Small Thousand recalibrates, all his countless blood descendants left in the Lower Realm would turn to dust, all would be lost.
Now that he has planted his bloodline in the Spirit Realm, with its vastness as his foundation, even if the Celestial Abyss Realm suffers losses, his heritage can continue. Such security is incomparable to being confined in the Lower Realm.
Chen Sheng sheathed his sword, his voice carrying a hint of determination:
"Moreover, though the Spirit Realm is dangerous, it also offers opportunities. We cultivators, if we stagnate out of fear of risks, are no different from the mundane."
He looked towards Chen Xihua, offering rare words of comfort:
"Dao Brother, do not overthink. This place is rich in Spiritual Veins and the Dao Principles are clear, making it an excellent opportunity for closed-door cultivation."
"Let’s cultivate here with peace of mind, and once we’ve achieved Great Success, we’ll seek Bai Chu Sect to settle today’s grudges. Won’t that be exhilarating?"
At these words, the regret in Chen Xihua’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a look of determination.
He was naturally decisive and ruthless, only momentarily moved by sentiment. Hearing Chen Sheng’s words, he quickly regained his bearings.
Chen Xihua laughed heartily and raised a fist in salute towards Chen Sheng:
"Fellow Daoist, you are right. I was fixated on temporary safety, forgetting that a cultivator should act against the heavens!"
He felt a bit of admiration, noting that from Micro-Image True Monarch his family had been overly cautious.
Yet Fellow Daoist Life-Annihilating, who had grown through trials in the outside world, displayed a completely different mindset.
Deep within the Four Seas Grotto Heaven lay an even more hidden Sea Eye Secret Realm.
Unlike the cultivation grounds gathered by external Spiritual Veins, this was a palace complex surrounded by azure Spirit Water—constructed on a foundation of Deep Sea Cold Jade with Glazed tiles.
The core of the sea eye released Innate Water Spirit Qi, like a light veil, enveloping the entire palace, infusing the air with a sweetness that nourished the Divine Soul.
At this moment, on the White Jade Square before the palace, thousands of women wearing Five-Colored Palace Attire were lined up neatly, their hair elegantly coiled with Step Shakers strung with Spirit Beads. Though their demeanor was gentle, each exuded pure energy.
Seeing a dark figure step from the void, the women quickly kneeled, their voices clear and lilting like oriole song, yet full of respect:
"Greetings, Celestial Venerable!"
Chen Sheng nodded slightly, the hem of his dark robe brushed past the Spirit Spring fountain on the square, the water droplets splashing onto the ground and transforming into points of Spirit Light.
His gaze swept over the women, the sharpness in his eyes turning gentle.
"At ease."
His voice was gentle as he walked towards the depths of the palace.
The palace was bustling, the warm pavilion on the east side housed several pregnant women reclining on soft couches covered with Spirit Fox Fur, with palace maids holding trays of warm "Pregnancy Soup" beside them.
In the cradle room on the west, a dozen swaddled infants were neatly arranged, wrapped in brocade embroidered with cloud patterns. The pink babies were either sound asleep or crying, their cries loud as a bell, carrying a power of Qi and Blood far surpassing ordinary infants.
Chen Sheng headed directly to the cradle room, stooping to pick up a baby boy on the outermost side kicking his little legs.
The baby’s skin was fair, and upon being picked up, he immediately stopped crying, reaching out his chubby little hand to grab his sleeve, giggling.
"How well-behaved."
A hint of a smile flickered in Chen Sheng’s eyes as he gently placed his finger on the infant’s brow, slowly infusing a strand of pure Spiritual Qi.
The beings born within the Grotto Heaven were restricted by its incomplete Dao Principles, their development naturally limited. Therefore, he personally sent each descendant to be born in the Spirit Realm.
He amused each baby in the cradle and when he reached the warm pavilion, the pregnant women quickly rose to greet him, but he raised his hand to stop them:
"No need for formalities, just focus on nurturing your wombs."
He walked to a woman with the largest belly, his fingertips hovering above her abdomen. A wisp of Spirit Light swept over it, and after a moment, he nodded:
"Qi and blood abound, the Dao Foundation is solid, a promising seed."
"Thank you for your concern, Celestial Venerable."
The woman’s cheeks blushed as she softly said:
"The medicinal bath you prepared, we use it regularly. After soaking, we feel invigorated, and the child within seems to respond, becoming more stable."
Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng nodded, took out a Jade Bottle from his sleeve, and handed it to the woman beside him:
"This is the newly refined ’Strengthening Essence Pill’. Have the pregnant sisters take one daily, to further enhance the children’s origins."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the women, his tone solemn:
"The medicinal bath requires Sea Eye Spirit Water combined with the ’Vascular Nurturing Powder’ I refined, soaking at the Hour of the Tiger is best. The maids must pay close attention, there must be no negligence."
The women responded in unison: "We faithfully heed the Celestial Venerable’s decree!"
Chen Sheng further inquired about everyone’s cultivation progress, learning that several women had managed to break through to the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment using the Secret realm’s Spiritual Qi, a pleased expression appeared in his eyes:
"The Spiritual Vein here is abundant. You must also diligently cultivate so you can protect the children in the future."
After the tour, Chen Sheng stood on the Observatory at the top of the palace, gazing at the swirling Innate Spiritual Qi within the Secret Realm, his mind awash with thoughts.
From having blood descendants scattered across the Lower Realm to the initial flourishing of bloodlines in the Spirit Realm, his heritage was finally no longer confined to a single Small Thousand World.
He waved his hand, and a golden light screen unfolded in the sky, displaying numerous Small Thousand coordinates, with dozens of light points marked on it—these were the places where he planned to further distribute his bloodline in the future.
