I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Three years passed in a flick of the finger.

In the Pan Sword Sect, a cultivation dojo was situated halfway up the mountain, the ground paved with smooth cyan jade slabs, from the gaps of which faint spiritual qi subtly emanated.

At the center stood a tall dao platform over ten feet high, its body engraved with runes of energy introduction and spirit gathering, softly glowing.

At this moment, a middle-aged jade-faced daoist stood on the dao platform, dressed in a moon white Daoist robe, with a cyan jade belt around his waist—none other than the chief steward of the outer courtyard, Yellow Jade.

His expression was solemn and dignified, his voice clearly reaching every corner of the dojo:

"At the beginning of cultivation, the first priority is communication with the spirit. One needs to sense the heaven and earth spiritual qi with the heart spirit, introduce energy into the body, circulate it through the meridians; once the heavenly light revolves, illuminating the dantian, this forms the foundation for the Revolving Illumination Stage..."

"When the spiritual qi in the dantian is saturated with no more room for growth, you need to refine your spiritual sense, condense the mana of the five elements, and break the barrier between the meridians and the dantian, thus opening the heavenly gate and revealing the light of the five elements, which is crucial for the Enlightenment Stage..."

"Upon achieving perfection in the Enlightenment Stage with mana abundant, one must resolve worldly affections and stabilize the dao heart. When the time is ripe, compress the mana throughout the body to the extreme until it liquefies into spiritual liquid, forge the dao foundation, and only then can you step into the Foundation Establishment Realm, truly peering into the path of cultivation..."

Below the dao platform, more than a hundred outer disciples, clad in gray robes, sat cross-legged, eyes full of yearning and reverence for cultivation, listening intently.

In the front row, over a dozen disciples in white robes sat upright, their white collars embroidered with faint sword patterns, signifying their attainment of the Enlightenment Stage, and they were the core disciples of the outer courtyard, exuding a bit of composure and pride.

As the sun rose higher, Jade-faced Daoist Yellow Jade waved his duster, abruptly stopping his voice: "Today’s lecture ends here. You all should carefully comprehend and not be in haste for success."

As he finished speaking, his gaze shifted past the front row of white-robed disciples to the foremost figure in white, speaking in a calm voice tinged with importance:

"By the way, Zhang Ling, come with me."

Upon these words, the dojo fell silent for a moment, then countless gazes focused on Chen Sheng, with complex expressions consisting of jealousy, unwillingness, and apprehension...

Chen Sheng sat upright and still, the white robe draped over him making his posture appear even more erect.

His expression remained calm, only nodding slightly, silently following Jade-faced Daoist Yellow Jade towards the side hall of the dojo.

This attitude of not showing the slightest pride for being summoned by the steward only further incited many, sparking envy, jealousy, and resentment, among them Zhou Ming!

As their figures disappeared behind the hall doors, the dojo erupted into a buzz of discussions.

The few core disciples in white robes at the front gathered together, speaking in hushed tones.

A sallow-faced young man first spoke, his tone tinged with a peculiar acidity:

"Steward Huang pays too much attention to Zhang Ling, doesn’t he? Another private summons, maybe he’s going to secretly teach him a secret technique or gift him cultivation resources?"

This young man’s name was Bai Yu, from a small cultivation family in Linhe County, with decent talent, having achieved the early Enlightenment Stage in three years, standing out among the core disciples.

Beside him, a tall and shapely female cultivator covered her mouth, chuckling softly:

"Brother Bai, those words reek of sourness. Half a day to communicate with the spirit and sense energy, nine months to perfect the revolving illumination, and enlightenment perfection in three years—if you had such progress, Steward Huang would care too."

She paused, glancing in the direction Chen Sheng had left, continuing:

"Besides, Steward Huang only has late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. With Zhang Ling’s cultivation speed, in a few years, he might catch up or even surpass him."

"This attention now is more like an investment than a private favor, forming a good connection for the future."

This female cultivator’s name was Liu Yanyun, known for her beauty in the outer courtyard, with a sharp mind, and her cultivation had reached the mid-stage Enlightenment Stage.

An older white-robed cultivator sighed with emotion on his face:

"Ah, the unpredictability of the world. I remember when Zhang Ling first joined the outer sect three years ago, how many people gossiped behind his back?"

"They all said he was just a lower grade fire spirit root, if not saved by Elder Qingfeng, even if he joined the sect, he’d be doing odd jobs, how could he step into the cultivation dojo?"

"Who’d have thought his disposition was so extraordinary, his progress astonishingly fast."

"Indeed."

The others nodded in agreement:

"In the path of cultivation, spiritual roots are important, but disposition is even more crucial, revolving illumination requires a calm heart to communicate with the spirit, enlightenment requires stabilizing spiritual sense."

"Many get stuck for years at the sensing energy stage due to inadequate disposition and a mind full of distractions. Zhang Ling’s disposition is truly extraordinary."

At this moment, a silent black-faced man suddenly spoke, his voice low yet full of weight:

"My uncle told me to try to forge a good relationship with him, saying he’s already caught the eyes of several peak masters."

This black-faced man was named Qin Hao, with the deepest background, his uncle being an elder in the sect who had refined a lower grade Golden Core, and the others vaguely considered him their leader.

"What?"

Their faces were filled with disbelief, surprised beyond words.

In the Pan Sword Sect, the Master Sect Leader is the only Great Power in the Spirit Quieting Realm, and below him are seven Heart-moving Realm peak masters, all being influential figures.

To catch the attention of a peak master means Zhang Ling’s future is boundless, he might even become a direct disciple of a peak master, his status not inferior to a lower grade Golden Core elder.

They were well aware of Qin Hao’s background and naturally did not doubt the truth of his words, for a moment all fell into silence.

Liu Yanyun’s eyes flashed brightly, secretly contemplating—if she could become a dao companion with Zhang Ling, it might greatly benefit her future path in cultivation.

Qin Hao showed a trace of pity on his face, shaking his head: