I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

The Moon Worship Mountain Estate, built against the mountain, with blue bricks and black tiles, eaves soaring like wings, hidden amidst swirling clouds, exuding a touch of antiquity.

On either side of the estate’s gate, two guards in blue robes, with long swords at their waists, stood tall and sharp-eyed, warily scrutinizing the approaching visitor.

Li Yan raised his hand and gently tapped the copper ring on the estate’s gate.

"Dong—Dong—"

The copper ring rang softly, and the guards glanced over upon hearing, inquiring with an air of detachment: "Who might you be?"

Li Yan lifted his gaze, his voice steady, transmitting clearly into the guards’ ears: "I am Li Yan, an old acquaintance of the Min family, here specifically to pay my respects."

As he spoke, a faint cultivator’s aura quietly seeped out, not flamboyant yet carrying an undeniable pressure.

The expressions of the two guards stiffened, and their faces showed greater respect, not daring the slightest neglect.

Although merely guards of the estate, they could recognize the aura of a cultivator and knew it was one not to offend.

"So it’s Immortal Li, forgive our rudeness." The left guard hurriedly cupped his hands and turned aside to lead the way, "Immortal, please follow me; I shall inform the estate master presently."

Li Yan nodded slightly, following the guard into the Moon Worship Mountain Estate.

Within the estate, pavilions and towers were arranged in a beautiful layout, and a few osmanthus trees planted in the courtyard, though not in bloom, exuded a certain elegance.

Yet walking through them, Li Yan felt a lack of human warmth and an abundance of solitude.

He thought to himself, indeed, this Moon Worship Mountain Estate was not as bustling as he remembered from years past.

Soon after, the guard led him to the current estate master, a middle-aged man with a gentle face, wearing a brocade robe, his brows and eyes carrying traces of the Min family resemblance but none familiar to Li Yan.

After some greetings, the conversation turned to Min Rou, and the estate master’s expression grew more reminiscent, slowly recounting old stories.

Li Yan did not speak much, simply listening quietly as his aura gradually subsided.

A moment later, he walked out of the Moon Worship Mountain Estate in silence, digesting the news he had just received.

"A Rou returned years ago, only visited the estate briefly, found someone from the Min family’s branch to inherit the estate, passed down the Moon Worship Heart Sutra, and hurriedly left."

"Since then, she never came back."

Li Yan paused his steps and closed his eyes; being a cultivator with years of experience, he had the techniques to judge the truth of words.

There were no lies, no concealment; the estate master spoke with complete honesty.

This stirred a faint sense of helplessness within him, along with a not easily expressible melancholy.

"Ah..."

He slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the distant mountain ridge, softly murmuring:

"Indeed, given A Rou’s temperament, how could she forsake hatred? Back then, I thought too simply."

He shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind, proceeding towards the foot of the mountain on his own, his steps somewhat heavy.

In that moment, he felt a bit lost.

Returning to his homeland intended for contemplating roots, yet everything before him had changed immensely.

Familiar people were gone, familiar scenes were altered, even traces of old acquaintances were nowhere to be found.

Li Yan softly sighed:

"So be it."

"In the final days, let me leave a cave residence nearby. My legacy shall be for whoever the fate favors, fulfilling a cycle of cause and effect."

He recalled how, when he first embarked on the cultivation path, he stumbled upon the inheritance of a previous Qi Refining realm cultivator deep in the mountains, which led to his achievements today.

Now, as he approached the end of his days, leaving behind his legacy was a form of reciprocation.

With this thought, he no longer hesitated, turning towards the west side of Yellow Dragon Island to Yao Mountain.

...

Yao Mountain, though not towering, was lush and secluded.

Li Yan stood at the mountain’s base, gazing at the mountain terrains before him, and his eyes welled with memories.

"This is the place." He spoke softly, his tone carrying a touch of reminiscence, "Back then, I obtained my opportunity here, thus embarking on the cultivation path."

"Today, I reciprocate that debt."

With a move, he leapt into the forest, carving out a concealed cave, arranging it into a modest yet tidy residence.

Then, from his storage pouch, he retrieved the legacy of his life’s cultivation.

A scroll of Daoist scripture, clearly his main cultivation technique, the writing neat with annotated enlightenment from his years of cultivation.

A flying sword entirely white, his lifebound magical artifact of many years, quietly hovering in mid-air.

He carefully arranged the technique and flying sword, then formed a seal with his fingers, dropping strands of pale golden spirit light at the cave entrance, setting up a simple yet functional array.

This array does not harm, merely discerning to select a destined person; only those with a spiritual root can break the array to receive the legacy.

Upon finishing all this, a trace of relieved smile appeared on Li Yan’s face.

He retrieved another item from the storage pouch.

Unexpectedly, it was an ancient coffin!

Material neither metal nor wood, emitting a faint mystical sheen, engraved with simple runes—a resting place he prepared for himself long ago.

Gently placing the coffin in the center of the cave residence, he caressed its surface, his expression calm.

Afterward, he looked up at the flying sword, which seemed to sense something, letting out a low mournful cry.

Li Yan chuckled softly and said, "You’ve accompanied me all these years, it’s been hard on you. Henceforth, protect whoever is destined."

With that, he bent down, slowly walked toward the coffin, lay down inside, closed his eyes, waiting for his time to come.

At this moment.

A familiar female voice, carrying a tone of playful teasing, gently entered his ears.

"It’s my first time seeing someone lie down in a coffin themselves."

"After all these years, Brother Li, you’re still just as carefree."

Li Yan’s body suddenly stiffened, his eyes flew open, sitting up as he looked around.