I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

It was the invisible net that maintained the order of the Dao Country and connected the Cultivators with the faith of the people. It was also the core reliance of the [Returning to the Profound Faith] who governs the region.

The region of Baihe Village was far more complex than Huangniu Village, with scattered settlements and complex affairs, making it impossible to manage with the strength of just one person.

However, with the blessing of the supreme Dharma Net, everything became much more manageable.

He only needed to focus and calm his mind, allowing him to roam spiritually through the Dharma Net and inspect every corner of the entire village in just a quarter of an hour.

Wherever people had requests, wherever there were hidden dangers, wherever conflicts arose, all was clear at a glance, no longer requiring him to rush around as he did in the past.

Furthermore, with the help of this dedicated small temple, he could receive the faith offerings of the people under his jurisdiction.

Whenever the people came to pray and worship, that pure and sincere Power of Faith would flow through the statue and Dharma Net into the Dantian, nourishing the true Qi, assisting his cultivation, and tightening his connection with the people.

...

As time passed, another decade slipped by swiftly.

Zhang Jie had already married and had children.

His wife was a fellow Cultivator whom he met at a Daoist Merit exchange meeting, gentle and virtuous. Being fellow Cultivators, they supported each other, cultivating the Great Dao together, no longer feeling alone.

They had a son and a daughter, both very adorable.

During this decade, he continued to uphold the position of [Returning to the Profound Faith] in Baihe Village, diligently and faithfully fulfilling his duties, receiving excellent evaluations year after year.

The people admired him more and more, and their faith became increasingly devout.

His parents were still in good health, and the family lived harmoniously, stably, and happily.

However, his Realm remained at [Returning to the Profound Faith], unable to advance further.

There was never a shortage of "卷王" in the Dao Country. There were countless Cultivators better and more diligent than him.

To be promoted to the next rank of [Pure Heart Dao Reciter], more accumulation was needed!

...

The morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Zhang Jie, wearing a Profound Daoist Robe, stood on the stone steps in front of the temple, a slight frown on his brow.

Using the supreme Dharma Net, he slowly roamed spiritually, inspecting every inch of land under his governance, as he did every morning.

A faint but clear transmission suddenly came through.

It was from his subordinate, Wei Xin from Huangniu Village, a [Returning to the Profound Faith].

The transmission was concise and clear, stating that Wei Xin had an important matter to report in person.

Zhang Jie: "Alright!"

He had a deep impression of this young subordinate.

Wei Xin was diligent by nature, striving hard in cultivation, and was known among his peers as a "卷王". He had attained an "excellent" evaluation in the annual assessments for two consecutive years, greatly resembling Zhang Jie’s own past demeanor.

In less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, footsteps were heard outside the small temple.

Zhang Jie looked up, seeing Wei Xin approaching quickly in a neat Profound Daoist Robe, his expression respectful.

However, there was a middle-aged Daoist following behind Wei Xin.

The middle-aged Daoist wore a cyan Daoist robe, with eyebrows and eyes carrying a touch of casual arrogance. His glance swept over the blue bricks and dark tiles of the small temple, with a hint of disdain.

"Wei Xin, who is this?"

Zhang Jie took a step forward, his gaze falling on the middle-aged Daoist. He vaguely sensed something was amiss.

As soon as he finished speaking, before Wei Xin could reply, the middle-aged Daoist spoke first:

"Immeasurable Celestial Venerable!"

A soul-seizing power suddenly spread, causing Zhang Jie to feel dizzy, his consciousness beginning to blur.

At this moment, a tiny pearl the size of a grain of rice suddenly appeared at the center of his brow.

The pearl flashed with a soft light, and a cooling aura instantly swept through his body, like a divine elixir, dispelling the enchanting power and waking him up abruptly.

The middle-aged Daoist’s initially indifferent eyes lit up dramatically upon seeing the pearl.

A glint of greed and fervor flashed in his eyes, his voice becoming urgent:

"Such a Spirit Bead, pure and untainted, hidden inside a mere Qi Refining Cultivator like you, has a fate with this lord!"

Before the words fell, the middle-aged Daoist raised a hand to grab.

A pitch-black suction force instantly emerged in his palm, like a deep abyss, fiercely drawing towards the pearl at Zhang Jie’s brow.

The suction was overwhelmingly strong, distorting the surrounding air into a vortex, cracking the ground into cobweb-like fissures, even uprooting the surrounding vegetation, pulling it into the suction.

Zhang Jie’s heart shook violently; he never knew there was such a pearl at the center of his brow.

There was no time to ponder the origin of the pearl. His mind raced, quickly connecting with the true Qi inside him and linking the supreme Dharma Net.

An urgent transmission sped like a shooting star towards the higher echelons of the Dao Country:

"Request reinforcement! An unknown cultivator is attacking, strength unknown, send support quickly!"

As he sent out the transmission, he glanced aside at Wei Xin.

Only to see Wei Xin’s eyes were vacant, his expression dazed, already under the control of the enchanting power.

Zhang Jie felt increasingly fortunate, and angrier still.

This Daoist was incredibly sinister, using sorcery to harm others at the first opportunity.

If not for the pearl protecting the center of his brow, he might have fallen here today, bringing Wei Xin down with him.

In midair, the pearl, pulled by the pitch-black suction, spun rapidly.

Faint Spirit Light emerged on its surface, forming a protective shield forcibly resisting the suction.

Each tremor emitted a ray of clear light, partly offsetting the dominating force.

The middle-aged Daoist saw this, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips, squinting as he said:

"An ownerless object, how can it resist? Whatever I set my sights on, there’s no not obtaining it!"

As Zhang Jie gazed upon the pearl, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

It was as if this pearl was connected to his bloodline, linked to his Heart Spirit.

With each resistance of the pearl, a sharp pain echoed in his heart, as if something engraved deep in his soul was about to be forcibly taken away.

Suppressing the confusion and pain in his heart, his gaze hardened, hesitating no more, and he acted instantly!