I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

"Junior brother, don’t be so formal. This is a tradition passed down from Yunlu Daoist Palace, and we have all gone through the same process."

"This gift is merely a gesture of mutual aid between fellow brothers. When new juniors arrive in the future, it will be your turn, ’Brother Miesheng,’ to prepare gifts, and you’ll understand the taste of this inheritance."

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng no longer declined, laughed heartily, and raised his hand to drink the Spirit Tea on the table, its sweet fragrance spreading on his tongue:

"In that case, I will shamelessly accept! When new juniors join in the future, I will surely handle it well!"

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly relaxed.

Amidst the laughter, Brother Taiyuan had already taken out a fist-sized colorless crystal, which floated in the palm of his hand. Inside the crystal, countless intricate patterns of time and space could be faintly seen, touching it would allow one to sense the stable Dao Rhyme of time and space.

Brother Taiyuan handed the crystal to Chen Sheng, speaking with a gentle tone:

"This is a time-space core, taken from the core of a collapsed realm in the Great Void. It can stabilize realm barriers and smooth out temporal turbulence."

"Junior brother’s Great Void realm is just being established, this item should lend you a hand."

Chen Sheng’s heart was immediately moved, quickly accepting it with both hands. Since he began establishing his Great Void realm, he had been constantly troubled by temporal turbulence, with cracks often appearing at the edge of the realm, severely affecting his cultivation.

The Demon Race Yin Soul possessed abundant Small Thousand World origin, naturally without worries, but he was different. This time-space core was precisely what he urgently needed.

He could imagine that once the core was embedded in the central axis of the realm, those annoying turbulences would surely vanish.

"Thank you, Brother Taiyuan! You’ve put a lot of thought into it!"

Brother Meteor stepped forward and took out a head-sized divine metal from the Storage Ring.

The divine metal was entirely silver-gray, its surface embedded with countless tiny stars. Even while quietly placed, one could sense the pure star power and sharp aura contained within.

"This is Starfall Divine Iron, formed from a fallen star, tempered by the Dao Rhyme of the End, it can be directly integrated into your Lifebound Flying Sword, elevating it to Tier Six."

"Thank you, Brother Meteor! Such an extravagant gift, I have no words to repay!"

Chen Sheng’s Cyan Nether Sword had accompanied him for many years, yet it remained at Tier Five, and he had been worried about not being able to upgrade it.

This Starfall Divine Iron not only had top-quality material but also had been tempered by the Dao Rhyme of the End, perfectly matching his main cultivation technique, like an upgrade material tailored for the Cyan Nether Sword.

"Don’t be in a hurry to thank me, I haven’t brought out my gift yet."

Brother Cold Monarch laughed heartily, stood up, and walked to Chen Sheng, slowly raising his left hand, in his palm appeared two ice beads the size of cherries.

The ice beads were entirely transparent, emitting a piercing coldness. Upon closer inspection, two curled-up figures were unexpectedly sealed inside the beads, their breaths weak but instantly sharpening Chen Sheng’s gaze.

Chen Sheng frowned: "Bai Changqing, Chu Renxiong!"

Brother Cold Monarch toyed with the ice beads and said with a smile:

"It’s precisely these two."

"I don’t have a senior brother, the second senior brother is well-off, yet has found your two enemies for you, captured them, sealed their cultivation, and set a Yang Spirit restriction, leaving them at your disposal."

Chen Sheng accepted the ice beads, and the two inside seemed to sense his aura, struggling desperately but to no avail.

"On behalf of my friends who ascended to the Upper Realm together back then, thank you, Brother Cold Monarch!"

Brother Cold Monarch proudly looked at Taiyuan and Meteor, laughing heartily:

"What did I say? My gift is the one that suits him best!"

...

After sending off the three senior brothers, Chen Sheng turned back to the hall. As soon as he closed the hall door, the gentle aura surrounding him instantly withdrew.

He raised his hand and threw, and the two ice beads sealing Bai Changqing and Chu Renxiong floated in mid-air, the cold emitted by the Profound Ice causing the warmth of the Spirit Tea in the hall to congeal into delicate ice flowers.

"The debts from back then should be settled."

Chen Sheng’s voice was low, his fingertips forming a sword gesture, two condensed Dao Rhyme of the End shot out like Silver Needles, piercing precisely into the ice beads.

The two inside the beads were already unable to move due to the restriction, but upon contact with the Dao Rhyme, they suddenly struggled violently, letting out muddled roars.

Cold Monarch’s restriction only sealed their cultivation, not their perception, and now they clearly sensed the threat of death.

Chen Sheng slightly closed his eyes, Yang Spirit surged like a tide, penetrating along the Dao Rhyme into the ice beads, directly probing their Sea of Consciousness.

Without any unnecessary probing, he directly broke the defenses of their Sea of Consciousness, countless memory fragments flooding into his mind like a dike bursting.

"Spared no expense."

In the memories, after failing in their pursuit back then, to break through the bottleneck, the two had squandered everything to purchase the coordinates of that Small Thousand World, ripping the barrier of the realm with their true bodies descending.

For this descent, their luck was exceedingly good!

The scenes in the Sea of Consciousness shifted, revealing the scenery of that Small Thousand World, with sparse Spiritual Qi between green mountains and clear waters.

On the tallest peak, a Golden Core Cultivator was meditating, the Spiritual Qi around him wavering weakly like a candle in the wind. This was already the strongest in this realm!

Such a weak origin, unable to even nurture a Nascent Soul Cultivator, even if the original Dao Tribulation were to descend, it would not pose any threat to Bai and Chu, who were already at early-stage Void Refining.

After descending, the two did not hesitate for a moment, directly deploying their respective Dao Domains.

Bai Changqing’s Gold Element Dao Domain transformed into a sky full of sharp blades, while Chu Renxiong’s Earth Element Dao Domain sealed the entire realm like a cage. Any cultivator who resisted would have their Primordial Spirit instantly crushed.

"Fiercer than my Yin Soul, by more than a little."

Chen Sheng’s heart moved. When his Demon Race Yin Soul harvested a Small Thousand World, he would always withdraw before the original Dao Tribulation could be nurtured, able to nourish himself while also leaving a foundation for future descendants.

Bai Changqing and Chu Renxiong, however, were completely ruthless!

In the scenes, countless mortals and cultivators wailing in the flames, mountains collapsing, rivers drying up, the entire origin of the Small Thousand World being extracted.

Only when the entire realm turned into a piece of dead chaos, starting slow regeneration, did they stop!

With the help of this origin, Bai Changqing smoothly broke through to mid-stage Void Refining, overcoming the third Longevity Dao Tribulation, extending his life by ten thousand years.

Chu Renxiong also reached the threshold of mid-stage, capable of overcoming the next Longevity Dao Tribulation.

The two were ambitiously planning to rebuild the once-destroyed Bai Chu Sect, even picking the location for the sect, but did not anticipate being captured by Cold Monarch upon returning.

In the Sea of Consciousness, their regret was as palpable as substance!

Because, from the pursuit back then, they did not gain a single benefit, only misfortune.

First, they were severely wounded and humiliated by the Elder of the Golden-Winged Roc Race, and now, on the verge of immortality, they were to suffer revenge...

"Regret? Too late."

Chen Sheng abruptly withdrew his Yang Spirit, the two inside the ice beads, with their Sea of Consciousness wounded, spat blood and fainted, but were immediately awakened by the piercing cold.

He flicked his finger, and two pitch-black runes flew into the ice beads, transforming into countless tiny black chains upon landing, wrapping around the Yang Spirit of the two.

This was his Soul Devouring Lock drawn from the Five Volumes of the End, able to consistently activate the Dao Rhyme of the End to gnaw at the Yang Spirit, causing them to endure the torment of a thousand ants gnawing at the heart in a conscious state, never truly perishing.

Inside the ice beads, their cries of anguish came through the Profound Ice but were completely isolated by the soundproof restriction Chen Sheng had set up.

He looked at the twisted and struggling figures within the ice beads, his eyes without a shred of mercy, only a tranquility like a cold pool, as he raised his hand to store the ice beads into the Storage Ring.

"In a few years, hand them over to Xihua, torture them, then send them to meet King Yama."