I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Inside the cave abode, no one knew when an extra woman had appeared.

She wore a moon-white immortal robe, the hems fluttering, fine cloud patterns embroidered upon it, glimmering with a faint radiance under the cave’s dim Spirit Light.

Her aura was restrained, yet carried an indescribable divinity and majesty, like a Goddess high above the Ninth Heaven, untouched by dust.

That face, with curved brows and eyes, gentle as ever, was precisely Min Rou, the one he had searched for so long, thinking he would never see again.

"A Rou?" Li Yan’s voice was somewhat hoarse, tinged with disbelief, his body even trembling slightly. "You... you’re still alive?"

Hearing this, Min Rou rolled her eyes at him:

"Yes, I’m still alive. But Brother Li, who devoted himself wholly to Cultivation, is about to die."

At her words, Li Yan immediately revealed a wry smile.

How could he not hear the sarcasm in it?

Back then, he had thrown his whole heart into Cultivation, neglecting the people at his side.

He felt out Min Rou’s aura—extremely restrained; he could not see its depths at all, yet it was definitely not that of a mortal.

A trace of curiosity rose in his heart:

What power had shattered the iron law of the Cultivation Realm, allowing that Min Rou of old, who had no Spiritual Root, to step onto the path of Cultivation.

But in the end, he did not open his mouth to ask.

He understood well that among Cultivators, the greatest taboo was to casually probe into another’s secrets.

He pressed down the doubts in his heart, a look of release slowly appearing on his face, his tone calm yet carrying a bit of carefree ease:

"I never thought that before dying, I would still be able to see A Rou and have you send me on my final road."

"Excellent, excellent."

He turned his head to glance at the Cultivation Technique and Flying Sword to the side, and gently shook his head:

"This inheritance of mine need not wait for some fated person anymore; I’ll just entrust it to A Rou."

Seeing this self-abandoning look of his, the teasing in Min Rou’s eyes gradually faded, and she let out a light sigh:

"Brother Li, come with me. I have a way to save your life."

Li Yan was stunned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, yet he did not hesitate. He slowly straightened his body and followed Min Rou out of the cave abode.

...

At the summit of Yao Mountain, the view was wide open, allowing one to overlook the scenery of the entire Yellow Dragon Island.

Min Rou stopped her steps, turned around, and looked at Li Yan with solemn eyes:

"Brother Li, to save you, I must first have you enter my Taishang Dao."

"Only by becoming a disciple of Taishang Dao can I, by the authority of the Xuántán Palm Seal, invite a god to descend into my body and borrow the power of the Siming to save you."

Li Yan, upon hearing this, did not hesitate in the slightest.

Though he did not know what this Taishang Dao was, he was already at a dead end at this moment. Min Rou wanted to save him; though he did not think highly of his chances, he was unwilling to let down this sentiment.

"I am willing."

Min Rou nodded slightly. She raised her hand; at her fingertip, a strand of faint golden Spirit Light condensed and lightly tapped onto the center of Li Yan’s brow.

The Spirit Light seeped in.

Li Yan only felt a warmth, a gentle power flowing through his entire body; at his glabella, a faint mark appeared.

"It is done. From today on, you are a disciple of Taishang Dao."

Min Rou spoke softly, then turned around.

Her steps were light, yet seemed to carry the weight of the mountain wind, as she walked step by step toward the very center of Yao Mountain’s peak.

Her expression shifted from gentle to gradually solemn.

She slowly raised her hands.

Her ten fingers spread, slender and nimble, yet in the void they condensed a force of a thousand jun.

One ancient Seal Technique after another formed in sequence at her fingertips.

Incantations rose lowly from her lips.

Not a human voice, not a celestial melody!

Deep, solemn, bearing the weight of ages, as if an ancient rhythm.

The incantation sound twined with the mountain wind, drifting over the ridges, weaving an invisible net of the Dao between heaven and earth.

"Heaven and Earth as altar, Sun and Moon as candles; the Xuántán Palm Seal of the Infinite Sea is here, respectfully inviting the Siming Divine Official to descend—"

At the instant the incantation fell silent.

The Spiritual Qi of the entire Yao Mountain suddenly went out of control.

Gales reversed, ten thousand beings bowed low!

Boundless Spiritual Qi surged in from all directions, condensing into a pillar of light that connected heaven and earth, piercing straight through to Yun Xiao.

Within the pillar of light, countless faint golden Dao Patterns flowed, brightening and dimming.

These were the origin Dao Patterns of Taishang Dao, divine, majestic, impossible to look upon directly.

Min Rou’s aura surged higher and higher.

Her moon-white immortal robe flapped fiercely, like clouds hanging from the sky unfurling.

Her long hair whipped wildly in the air, unstained by a speck of dust.

Deep in her brow, a speck of golden light slowly awakened.

An ancient, weighty Palm Seal mark slowly surfaced,

golden light flowing, bearing a line of authority—[Xuántán Palm Seal].

She suddenly lifted her eyes, her voice abruptly rising, piercing the clouds and splitting stone:

"I am Min Rou, Xuántán Palm Seal of the Infinite Sea of Taishang Dao! Now, there is disciple Li Yan, whose life hangs by a thread. I respectfully invite the Withering-and-Flourishing Siming Divine Official to descend, to grant him a sliver of life!"

Before her words had fallen, her hands changed Dharma Seals again, intricate as the movements of the Star Sea, and struck down upon the earth in layers.

"Boom—"

The earth roared, the mountain peak trembled.

An ancient altar slowly emerged from the void, suppressing the four quarters.

The body of the altar was inscribed with endless Runes; the Runes flowed, Dao Rhyme coursed, and divine aura shot straight into Jiuxiao.

At the center of the altar, an Ancient Bronze Lamp hung quietly in the air.

Fire arose of itself.

A tuft of faint golden Flame rose from the wick, flickering, illuminating the entire Yao Mountain.

Min Rou lightly tapped the tip of her foot, stepping onto the altar.

Standing beside the Ancient Bronze Lamp, she pressed her hands together and closed her eyes.

Devout, solemn, the golden light around her grew ever more dazzling, reflecting off the Runes of the altar, resonating without cease.

Above the horizon, clouds began to madly converge.

A huge vortex of cloud slowly formed, covering the sky and blotting out the sun.

From the depths of the vortex, an immense divine pressure, vast as the Star Sea, poured down.

Below the altar, Li Yan raised his head to gaze, his Heart Spirit shaken.

He could clearly Perceive that this aura’s vastness and mystery far surpassed any Cultivator he had seen in his life.

A moment later.

From the depths of the cloud vortex, a strand of pale green divine light slowly descended.

Within the divine light, a divine figure faintly appeared and disappeared, a mysterious unmatched aura coiling about him—wither and flourish cycling, life and death hanging by a thread.

This was precisely—[Sequence Four · Withering-and-Flourishing Siming Divine Official] Zhang Jie.

He held the changes of withering and flourishing, most skilled at ferrying those on the brink of death, reversing the Life and Death Profound Gate.

The divine light slowly drifted down, finally landing between Min Rou’s brows, merging with the Xuántán Palm Seal mark at her glabella.

Min Rou’s body trembled slightly; her eyes slowly opened, and in the depths of her gaze there was no longer gentleness, but a faint indifference and majesty. Her voice also became deep and vast.

"Wither and Flourish."

With that single word, the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth suddenly froze, then crazily converged toward Li Yan.

Zhang Jie slowly raised his hand; at his fingertip a strand of pale green divine light condensed, carrying the mysterious power of alternating withering and flourishing, and gently pointed toward Li Yan.

In that instant, the pale green divine light enveloped Li Yan’s entire body.

First, touch his withering.

The deathly stillness of his Pill Shattering Dantian, the long-standing decay of his hidden meridian injuries, the decline of a nearing end of lifespan—all were lightly drawn out by this power, turning into a sky-full of withered intent, slowly dispersing into heaven and earth.

Then, nurture his flourishing.

The vitality of a dead tree meeting spring sprouted from nothingness; the dried-up Spirit Veins, under the nourishment of Vitality, once more flowed with clear, limpid Spiritual Spring.

The shattered Golden Core, within the cycle of withering and flourishing, was reforged inch by inch into solidity.

His aged features slowly smoothed out; ravine-like wrinkles were gently flattened by new life, loose flesh tightened again, taking on a lustrous sheen.

Frost-white hair darkened from the roots, black strands reborn, like newly carved black jade, with no trace of withering old age.

Li Yan’s aura rose from rock bottom to soar upward.

With withering gone and flourishing born, the Great Dao turned; his aura climbed step by step, reaching the peak Realm of his entire life.

In but a single breath of withering and flourishing, the man was reborn.

Feeling the power surging within his body, Li Yan’s heart surged with crashing waves, his shock beyond measure.

This power was too vast, too mysterious!

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the figure upon the altar, wreathed in divine aura, and could not help but give rise to a thought in his heart:

Could this Withering-and-Flourishing Siming God be one of the legendary Divinity Transformation Grand Venerables?