I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 323 - 261: Subduing the Enemy Without Fighting! (Part 2)
Hundred-Eyed True Monarch gazed at the void domain filled with sword qi, his heart sank suddenly, and his pupils contracted sharply—Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!
He hurriedly withdrew the void power around him, respectfully clasping his hands towards Chen Sheng, his tone full of awe:
"So it is the Great Cultivator in person! I was reckless and offensive just now, I hope the Great Cultivator will forgive me!"
At this moment, he finally understood why the other party was unwilling to reveal their name—someone capable of merging Sword Dao and void power to such a degree must be a renowned Sword Dao Great Cultivator. Though for some reason had fallen, now possessing another body to cultivate anew.
Such a person’s background and causal relations must be extremely complex; even if the other party were willing to speak, he dared not listen, for the more one knows, the greater the trouble.
Looking at his respectful demeanor, Chen Sheng’s lips curled into a slight smile:
"You understand the situation well. The spirit vein and array of White Crane Mountain, I need to borrow for a hundred years as a place for cultivation. In a hundred years, it shall be returned to Black Wind Valley."
Hundred-Eyed True Monarch promptly clasped his hands, speaking with a bit of flattery in his tone:
"For the Great Cultivator to take interest in White Crane Mountain is a great honor for Han Country. Why speak of ’borrowing’? As long as the Great Cultivator desires, White Crane Mountain belongs to you for hundreds, thousands of years, it matters not!"
He clearly understood that establishing a connection with such a Sword Dao Great Cultivator was a rare opportunity both for himself and Black Wind Valley; a mere White Crane Mountain was of no significance.
Chen Sheng nodded slightly, choosing not to say more.
Hundred-Eyed True Monarch tactfully took his leave, blending into the void as he returned to the Fragrant Vehicle.
Soon, five demon dragons pulled the Fragrant Vehicle, flying towards Black Wind Valley, with the pressure felt during arrival having long dissipated.
Watching the Fragrant Vehicle’s distant silhouette, Chen Sheng gently landed on the peak of White Crane Mountain, not help but to sigh inwardly:
"These True Monarchs of the major demon sects each have excellent temperaments, able to flex and yield. Far superior to those Golden Core Cultivators who are ignorant of their place."
...
The Fragrant Vehicle raced through the void, the five black demon dragons retracting their flames, flying several times faster than on arrival, apparently following the instructions of Hundred-Eyed True Monarch.
Inside the vehicle, Master Black Sand stood nearby, his face full of confusion—though True Monarch was cautious upon arrival, he carried a hint of probing intent.
Yet, after returning from White Crane Mountain, True Monarch’s aura became significantly heavier, even carrying an almost imperceptible hint of lingering fear, which fueled his curiosity, though he dared not rashly inquire.
Only when the Fragrant Vehicle entered the range of Black Wind Valley and landed on the plaza before the Sect Hall did Hundred-Eyed True Monarch slowly come out from the vehicle.
He raised a hand to dismiss the disciples driving the demon dragons, leaving only Master Black Sand to follow.
Entering the hall, Hundred-Eyed True Monarch sat in the main seat, slightly furrowing his brow, seemingly still pondering the confrontation with Chen Sheng.
Master Black Sand could finally no longer suppress his curiosity, bowing and asking:
"True Monarch, what exactly is the origin of Venerable Master Hehuan? Why did you suddenly decide to withdraw without even probing further?"
Hundred-Eyed True Monarch looked at him, his gaze icy, speaking with a hint of warning: "A Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Sword Monarch possessing and cultivating anew, what do you intend?"
"Boom!"
This sentence exploded like a thunderclap in Master Black Sand’s mind, rendering him momentarily frozen, his face devoid of confusion, replaced entirely by shock, cold sweat dripping down, soaking the Daoist robe on his chest.
Late-Stage Nascent Soul!
Great Sword Monarch!
The combination of these two terms was enough to shake the entire Ten Demon Countries—in the Human Realm, Celestial Venerables are few, and Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators stand at the pinnacle.
Especially a Great Sword Monarch specialized in Sword Dao, whose combat prowess far exceeds fellow cultivators of the same stage—a mere Nascent Soul Early-stage cultivator would be as insignificant as an ant before them.
The Ten Demon Countries had not seen the trace of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul for several hundred years, and now suddenly one appeared, still in a state of possessing a new body for cultivation anew. The causal relations and power behind this were beyond what Black Wind Valley could touch.
Master Black Sand finally understood why the True Monarch had been so respectful—facing such an existence, any probing would be courting disaster.
He quickly kneeled, his voice trembling:
"Subordinate was ignorant, did not know it was the Great Cultivator who descended! I wonder...if it may be necessary to send a person from our side to Hehuan Union Sect, to take care of things secretly, to show the Great Cultivator Black Wind Valley’s sincerity?"
He sought to use this opportunity to draw closer to Chen Sheng, knowing that exposure to a Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Sword Monarch could propel Black Wind Valley’s future standing to unprecedented heights in the Ten Demon Countries.
Hundred-Eyed True Monarch slowly shook his head, his tone flat yet with an unquestionable determination:
"No need. Hehuan Union Sect, for the Great Cultivator, is nothing more than a temporary stepping stone and does not even catch his eye. If you rashly send people, it will only arouse his vigilance and create unnecessary trouble."
He understood well, a cultivator like Chen Sheng despised interference from others during his cultivation journey; better to maintain a distance rather than add unnecessary complications.
He paused, continuing to instruct:
"Go to the Treasure Vault and take fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones, and personally deliver them to White Crane Mountain, saying that it’s the cultivation materials prepared by Black Wind Valley for the Great Cultivator, to assist him in achieving Perfection soon. Remember, maintain a respectful attitude, and do not pry into the Great Cultivator’s affairs."
"Yes! Subordinate understands!"
Master Black Sand promptly responded, his reverence growing deeper—fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones were a significant expense for Black Wind Valley.
Yet, in the eyes of True Monarch, it was merely the key to express sincerity, highlighting the weight of the Great Cultivator’s standing.
He dared not delay, turning quickly to leave the hall, proceeding towards the Treasure Vault to prepare the Spirit Stones.
Watching his departing figure, Hundred-Eyed True Monarch lightly sighed—being able to coexist peacefully with the Great Cultivator today was already quite fortunate; he only hoped this Great Cultivator would soon leave Han Country, sparing Black Wind Valley from unnecessary troubles.
At the same time, at the foot of White Crane Mountain, Hehuan Daoist was leading a group of core disciples from Hehuan Union Sect, all kneeling neatly on the ground.
They had already received the news, knowing that Hundred-Eyed True Monarch had personally arrived, yet hurriedly retreated, evidently intimidated by their own Venerable Master.
Seeing Chen Sheng descending slowly from the void, even though his sword qi had been restrained, he still exuded a heart-palpitating pressure; everyone held their breath, not daring to even lift their heads.
"Subordinate Hehuan Daoist, leading all of Hehuan Union Sect, pays respects to the Venerable Master! Congratulations on the Venerable Master’s divine might!"
Hehuan Daoist led the greeting, his voice filled with reverence and flattery, his forehead knocking heavily on the ground with a dull thud.
The disciples behind him echoed, their voices uniform, the power to compel a Nascent Soul True Monarch to personally visit and then flee disgracefully was beyond their imagination.
"Paying respects to the Venerable Master! Venerable Master’s divine might!"
Chen Sheng landed before them, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his tone indifferent:
"Rise. White Crane Mountain has become my place of cultivation, and henceforth you must behave, or face my wrath."
"Yes! We obey!"
Hehuan Daoist quickly stood up, respectfully standing aside, silently grateful that he had wisely chosen to submit earlier; otherwise...
Without saying more, Chen Sheng turned and walked toward the mountain peak, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the mountain path, leaving only a faint ripple in the void.
Hehuan Daoist and the disciples stood frozen in place, not daring to move until Chen Sheng’s aura completely vanished, allowing them to slowly let out a breath, their gazes to the peak filled with awe and fear.
