I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

"Buzz——"

Zhang Jie raised his hand to form a gesture; Dao Rhymes flowed between his flying finger techniques.

Inside the small temple, the statue resembling him suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light.

The golden light pierced through the temple’s roof, shooting straight into the sky, dyeing the dawn’s mist in a golden hue.

The entire small temple trembled slightly, the beams and pillars roared as if thousands of soldiers and horses were hidden within.

"Demon Suppression!"

Zhang Jie let out a low cry, and the statue’s golden light grew even more intense.

Seven condensed beams of tangible golden light burst from the statue, resembling seven giant golden dragons. They spiraled and converged in the air, eventually forming a massive golden wheel seal over a foot in diameter.

The wheel seal was covered with dense Dao Patterns.

Each pattern flowed with fierce power to suppress demons. Runes flickered, and faint Dao sounds resonated, crushing toward the middle-aged Daoist.

The middle-aged Daoist was entirely focused on subduing the lustrous white pearl when he sensed the overwhelming pressure from behind, instinctively turning his head.

Seeing the crushing golden wheel seal, surprise appeared on his face, and a playful curve formed at the corner of his mouth:

"Oh? Interesting."

"The aura is no more than a mid-to-late Qi Refining cultivator, yet it can mobilize magic of Foundation Establishment level."

"The cultivation system of this world is truly bizarre to the extreme."

"The Immortal Dao unlike the Immortal Dao, the Divine Dao unlike the Divine Dao, neither one thing nor the other!"

"However, such crude methods are... insignificant to this humble Daoist!"

The middle-aged Daoist flicked his finger, and a black light shot out instantly, directly colliding with the golden wheel seal.

"Crack——"

The golden wheel seal suddenly shattered, turning into scattered golden light and slowly dissolving in the air.

The antique and solemn statue in the temple also appeared with dense cracks, and in the next second, it shattered with a bang, scattering debris.

The statue was connected to Zhang Jie’s heart spirit, and being destroyed, he felt sharp pain in his chest, spewing a mouthful of blood onto the stone steps ahead, staining them in red.

His face instantly turned pale as paper, his internal qi chaotic, and he almost stumbled to the ground.

At this moment, the lustrous white pearl between his brows burst forth with dazzling spirit light again.

A gentle white light circled around him, like warm water soaking through, allowing him to barely stabilize his posture.

The middle-aged Daoist watched this scene, his surprise intensified, then turned into intense interest, and chuckled lightly:

"Interesting, truly interesting. This humble Daoist clearly sensed the pearl as an ownerless item, so why does it protect you?"

His gaze fixed sharply on Zhang Jie, a flash of realization and greed crossing his eyes, his tone becoming increasingly sinister:

"So that’s it, it’s heaven’s destined opportunity!"

"Haha, my favorite is seizing others’ opportunities and cutting off their paths!"

The tone suddenly became sharp, enveloped with supreme demonic power.

The middle-aged Daoist shouted sternly:

"Competing with me, yet not apologizing with death?"

The shout enveloped Zhang Jie instantly.

He felt his mind go blank, his gaze bewildered and unfocused, his internal qi rampaging uncontrollably. Rich qi gathered in his palm, slowly lifting, about to strike his own head.

"Insolent!"

At a critical juncture, an angry shout descended from the heavens like thunder.

The void suddenly rippled, a purple light flashed, transforming into a daoist in a purple robe with a stern face, wielding an ancient sword three feet long.

The purple-robed Daoist flicked his sleeve.

A force instantly enveloped Zhang Jie, like spring rain nurturing him, completely soothing his chaotic true qi.

Simultaneously, a clear light entered Wei Xin’s body, dispersing the illusory power in his divine soul, awakening him from bewilderment.

Wei Xin’s whole body trembled, suddenly waking up.

Seeing the scene before him, his face turned pale, quickly bowing:

"Greetings, Daoist Master!"

With the appearance of the purple-robed Daoist, the middle-aged Daoist finally shed all nonchalance, revealing some solemnity.

His gaze locked onto the purple-robed Daoist, demonic qi subtly circulating around him, his tone carrying caution and probing:

"I am Daoist Shen, who might you be? Could it be you are the Sovereign, the Supreme Celestial King of this world?"

The purple-robed Daoist snorted coldly, icy and bone-chilling:

"I am Bai Gongming, Officer of Celestial Administration under the Supreme Chen Saint Celestial King!"

"Energy from outside the domain, invading our Dao Country’s territory and harming our Dao Country cultivators, why haven’t you surrendered yet, what are you waiting for?"

Daoist Shen’s heart sank suddenly, inwardly feeling things were not going well.

He had roughly explored the cultivation sequences after entering this world.

From bottom to top, it was divided into nine ranks, the lowest being the Ninth Sequence [Returning to the Profound Faith], merely at the early Qi Refining stage of the Immortal Dao.

The Eighth Sequence [Returning to the Profound Righteous Scholar], was just mid-to-late Qi Refining.

By this calculation, the top cultivators in this world would barely reach Nascent Soul level, just fitting the world’s energy level.

With his Nascent Soul cultivation, he could have rampaged with impunity, seizing opportunities.

But he never expected that a Fourth Sequence [Officer of Celestial Administration] would suddenly appear.

The mere emission of energy was no weaker than his and even subtly suppressed it, the purity and magnitude of the Dao Rhyme surpassed any cultivator he had seen.

Such a range of power was truly astonishing!

Thinking of the source of this world, the Supreme Chen Saint Celestial King, even more apprehension rose in Daoist Shen’s heart.

This insignificant small world was hiding so much power!

Bai Gongming, however, didn’t bother with his inner ruminations, his eyes turning cold, directly taking action.

His form shimmered, stepping forward, the void rippling in layers like water spreading.

His speed reached an extreme, almost transforming into a purple light, instantly appearing in front of Daoist Shen. The air was forcibly torn, leaving a long black trail.

"Clang——"

A crisp sword hum echoed across the heavens and earth, shaking the mountains and rivers, scattering the clouds.

Bai Gongming’s three-foot ancient sword abruptly unsheathed, the blade radiating brilliant purple-golden light.