I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 318 - 258: Venerable Master Hehuan

A month later, the faint golden escape light that Chen Sheng transformed into had long since disappeared beyond the western border of Han Country, as if he had never appeared on this land.

Yet, the turmoil in Black Wind City had only just begun to ferment. The first to notice something amiss was Blood Shadow Monster’s eldest disciple, "Blood Claw."

In the past, his master would summon him into the cave abode every half month to teach him the "Blood Shadow Demon Technique," but this time, for three consecutive days, he stood outside the cave abode every morning, only to be met with dead silence behind the door, not even the faintest fluctuation of mana could be sensed.

"Master has always been diligent, how could he suddenly shut himself in?"

Blood Claw felt a foreboding in his heart. He dared not break in without permission and had no choice but to summon three of his fellow disciples.

The four of them combined forces and entered the cave abode, but only saw an empty stone hall.

On the stone table, half a cup of spirit tea, long since gone cold, remained. The floor was so clean there wasn’t a speck of dust, let alone any traces of blood or signs of a struggle.

Blood Shadow Monster’s storage ring and his lifebound magical artifact, the "Blood Shadow Banner," that he usually carried with him, were nowhere to be found, as if this Golden Core Cultivator, who had dwelt in Black Wind City for decades, had never lived there.

"Master... Master is missing?"

In less than half a day, the entire market was in an uproar.

It was discovered that Poison Sand Wanderer’s cave abode was similarly empty, while the secret chamber of Shadow Killer was wide open, yet devoid of any presence.

Even Black-faced Yama, who controlled half of the black market transactions in the market, had vanished, leaving his treasure vault, once filled with spirit crystals, with nothing but empty stone shelves.

The four veteran Golden Core cultivators who had occupied Black Wind City for many years had vanished without a trace overnight, leaving not even the slightest clue.

This news left the Demonic Cultivators in Black Wind City panicking— in the teahouses, cultivators whispered various speculations.

Some said that Black Wind Valley had secretly assassinated them to consolidate power over the market; others speculated that high-tier evil cultivators passing by had abducted the four and refined them into puppets.

There were even more outrageous claims that the four had offended the legendary "Sword Demon" and were slain with a single sword slash, their bodies taken away.

The Golden Core Perfection cultivator guarding Black Wind City, "Master Black Stone," rushed over upon hearing the news.

Clad in profound black armor, his presence exuded an imposing aura, like a moving black mountain.

He personally led a team to search all four cave abodes three times, not overlooking even a crack in the stone.

"Bring the ’Soul-Chasing Talisman’!"

Master Black Stone commanded in a deep voice. A disciple quickly handed over a talisman glowing with a dark red light.

He crushed the talisman, muttering incantations under his breath. The talisman turned into a red light, circling around the cave abode, but only left faint red streaks in the air before dissipating, capturing no traces of any divine soul.

Next, he took out a "Tracking Fragrance," entirely black, and lit it. The incense smoke wafted up but failed to gather in any direction, instead being dispersed by an invisible force, losing its guiding function in the cave abode.

Finally, Master Black Stone did not hesitate to expend a huge amount of spirit stones, forming seals with his hands, and employed Black Wind Valley’s secret magic, the "Earth Vein Tracing Skill."

Dark mana seeped into the ground, connecting with the earth vein spiritual qi, attempting to capture any lingering essence of the four from the qi’s flow.

The results, however, were disappointing — the earth vein spiritual qi was as calm as stagnant water, without the slightest abnormal fluctuation, as if the existence of the four had been thoroughly erased from this world.

Standing at the center of Blood Shadow Monster’s cave abode, looking at the empty stone bed, Master Black Stone’s eyes were filled with dread, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor:

"Who on earth possesses such means? To silently take away four Golden Cores from Black Wind City and erase all traces"

He understood clearly that a formidable figure far surpassing his own strength must be lurking behind this.

To prevent greater panic, Master Black Stone ultimately ordered to strengthen city defenses and strictly prohibited cultivators from discussing the matter privately, under the penalty of "disturbing market order."

This shocking unresolved case in Black Wind City was thus forcibly suppressed.

...

Fifteen years passed like the blink of an eye, fleeting as a galloping white horse.

In the northwest of Han Country, a sprawling valley was shrouded in pink mists, interspersed with a faint seductive scent, akin to premium incense.

From afar, one could hear the sound of silk and bamboo instruments coming from deep within the valley, melodious and lingering, yet carrying a hint of enchanting magic.

This was the renowned Hehuan Union Sect’s mountain gate, a well-known entity in the cultivation realm of Han Country.

The Hehuan Union Sect was famous for the path of gathering and replenishing, and though the sect master, Hehuan Daoist, was only at mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, he had mastered the Gathering Skill to perfection.

There was once a late-stage Golden Core cultivator who attempted to seize his resources, but ultimately, Hehuan Daoist used the "Hehuan Powder" to control him, turning him into a furnace, showcasing his exceptional methods.

The innermost "Hehuan Cave" of the Hehuan Union Sect was so luxurious it resembled a fairyland on earth.

At the entrance to the cave abode, a pair of entwined mandarin ducks were carved, their eyes inlaid with two pink "Charm Heart Beads," which automatically emitted an alluring aura.

In the center of the cave abode was a wide fragrant carriage cloud bed, covered with white fox fur sourced from the extreme northern lands, beneath which lay the soft Hehuan Brocade.

Around the cloud bed hung layers of pink veils, embroidered with mandarin ducks and twin lotuses, symbols of intimacy, using gold thread. When the breeze passed, the veils swayed gently, outlining a hazy beauty.

At the moment, there were four beautiful maidservants dressed in gauze around the cloud bed. Their skin was snow-white, their figures graceful, and their fingertips emitted a faint pink spiritual qi as they softly massaged the Daoist’s back and shoulders lying on the bed.