I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 365 - 295: The Divine Monarch Manifests
Flicking his fingers, it was now April in the mortal realm of Da Jing, Yan Region, within the Chu Kingdom’s cultivation realm, a beautiful time in the world.
Outside the Yan Capital City, the willows drooped gently, painted boats drifted on the moat, and the bluestone roads inside the city were polished bright by the feet of passersby. Wine and tea banners fluttered in the spring breeze, depicting a bustling market scene.
In a private room on the third floor of "Drunken Immortal Tower," sat a figure in green by the window.
Chen Sheng held a white porcelain teacup, gently rubbing the rim as he gazed at the bustling crowd below.
The delicate fragrance of Biluochun tea wafted upward, blending with the cries of street vendors and the clatter of horse hooves, painting a rich picture of earthly life.
He took a sip of the tea, murmuring to himself, "Two thousand years have passed since the first life, yet Da Jing remains, as does Prince Yan’s Mansion."
Two thousand years, enough for dynasties to change and seas to turn into mulberry fields for mortals, yet the Da Jing Dynasty still endures, an uncommon longevity in the mortal world.
Chen Sheng’s divine sense quietly spread out like an invisible net, covering a thousand miles of the Yan Region. Instantly, he discerned the essential elements—the depths of Prince Yan’s Mansion faintly reverberated with a subtle hint of immortal aura.
"The Qinghua Chen Clan still stands strong, and Prince Yan’s Mansion has reconnected with immortal fate."
Chen Sheng set down the teacup, his divine sense sweeping past the mansion with vermilion gates across the street, the plaque of Prince Yan’s Mansion still hanging high, though the writing was no longer penned by an old acquaintance.
He gently shook his head, a trace of nostalgia flickering in his eyes: "Yet, the whole Yan Region scarcely bears any semblance to the past."
The life’s span of mortals is but a century, the vendors and nobles he once knew when he first encountered the Yan Region have long turned into dust.
Even the architecture of Prince Yan’s Mansion had changed from its original layout; the pavilion with its flying eaves and intersected beams in his memory had transformed into a refined gazebo.
The ancient locust tree he had personally planted had long been broken by a fierce wind, replaced on the original site with a newly planted locust tree, lush but casting no shadow of the past.
Though the descendants made repairs, changes were inevitable, and over time, the place had become unrecognizable.
His divine sense swept over every inch of land in the Yan Capital City; though the terrain and landscape remained largely unchanged, traces of human craftsmanship had increased.
The tavern where he once drank had long collapsed, turned into a residential area, with rows of shops built, the calls of vendors rising one after another.
Only a few relics hidden deep underground remained silent through the passage of time, bearing witness to his old friends.
"I should visit the temple; I’ve shamefully received the incense for two thousand years."
As Chen Sheng rose to leave, reaching the staircase, a figure suddenly blocked his way.
An elderly man, dressed in a brocade robe, with snowy hair and a lively spirit, wore a respectful smile and cupped his hands in a polite gesture:
"Please wait, young master; my young master invites you to a meeting in the private room on the third floor."
Surprise flashed in Chen Sheng’s eyes. His divine sense swept over, piercing through the screen in the private room on the third floor.
Inside, an Eight Immortals table was set with exquisite snacks; two "handsome young masters" dressed as women sat across from each other.
The one on the left wore a moon-white long robe, with a tinge of naivety in her eyes; the one on the right, dressed in a cyan short outfit, was slender and evidently a maid.
The two were whispering, frequently glancing downstairs.
With another scan of his divine sense, he understood their identities. Surprisingly, the young girl was the commandery princess of the current Prince Yan’s Mansion, and her invitation was naturally because she had taken a fancy to him.
Chen Sheng chuckled silently, feeling it was fate, and did not reveal it but merely looked at the elderly man, and with a flick of his sleeve.
A barely noticeable golden light flew from his fingertip, shooting into the commandery princess’s brow in the private room like a shooting star.
Subsequently, Chen Sheng’s figure blurred, blending into the surrounding void like a drop of water into a lake, and disappeared without a trace.
The elderly man, the steward of Prince Yan’s Mansion, knowledgeable and experienced, was frightened to see his pupils contract swiftly. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes.
The green-clad young master who had been before him had vanished, leaving only a faint scent of tea in the air.
"A... A cultivator!"
He exclaimed involuntarily, quickly running up to the third floor.
Inside the private room, the Commandery Princess Yan was touching her brow, feeling a warm current flow through, spreading instantly through her entire body, invigorating her spirit.
Seeing the old steward rush in anxiously, she asked in confusion, "Uncle Wang, where is that young master?"
The old steward pointed to the empty staircase, his voice trembling:
"Com... Commandery Princess, that was a cultivator! He disappeared into thin air!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a faint layer of golden light enveloped the commandery princess, her aura suddenly strengthening, breaking through to the realm of an innate martial artist.
The old steward was so shocked he couldn’t speak, murmuring after a while, "This... This is the aura of an innate martial artist!!"
How could the Commandery Princess, who had never practiced martial arts, have become an innate martial artist?
...
Ten miles outside the Yan Capital City, the square outside the Temple of Renwang Divine Monarch was already a sea of people.
Lately, the Yan Region was in a severe drought, with crops in the fields already yellowing, and the people had spontaneously organized a rain-seeking ritual, hoping to gain the divine monarch’s mercy.
In the center of the square, a towering statue of Renwang Divine Monarch, clad in a Golden Armor, holding a long sword, with a face full of majesty, was carried up to the high platform.
Chen Sheng’s figure quietly appeared among the crowd, dressed in plain blue clothes, blending in with the common people, unnoticed.
He looked at the statue on the platform, a slight smile on his lips. The statue was carved with a full face of bristling whiskers, completely unlike him in his first life, but fitting perfectly with the common people’s perception of the divine.
An old man beside him saw him smile but not speak and initiated a conversation:
"Young man, you must be from out of town?"
"Today is the grand ceremony for praying for rain from our Renwang Divine Monarch. This Divine Monarch is truly effective! For two thousand years, whenever there’s a disaster in the Yan Region, praying to the Divine Monarch always gets results!"
An old flower-selling lady next to them chimed in, pointing at the statue:
"Absolutely, the Divine Monarch is the highest deity of our Yan Region. Every year on the eighth day of the eighth month, we hold the Renwang Parade, and it has never been interrupted!"
Chen Sheng asked with interest:
"Oh? Are there any legends about the Divine Monarch?"
The old man slapped his thigh and began to speak endlessly: "There are so many!"
"The Divine Monarch descended to the mortal world for a tribulation and had a Hundred Sons and Thousand Grandsons. All the people of Yan are considered his descendants, and of course, he looks after us warmly."
"In the mortal realm, the Divine Monarch could judge the yang by day and the yin by night, slay Flood Dragons, and grant children and rain. When he returned to the heavens, his divine techniques were even more extensive, capable of offering protection for anything."
"I heard that two hundred years ago, when there was a locust plague in the Yan Region, and the crops were eaten away, the people prayed to the Divine Monarch. That same evening, it rained heavily, drowning all the locusts!"
"And eighty years ago, there was a flash flood that was about to engulf the county town. The statue suddenly glowed, and the flash flood changed its course..."
Listening to these embellished legends, Chen Sheng just smiled faintly. He never expected that two thousand years later, he would become the supreme deity in the mouths of the people of the Yan Region.
Those so-called "manifestations" were either the secret help of cultivators from the Prince’s Mansion or coincidences that were all attributed to him.
"The auspicious time has arrived! Worship the Divine Monarch!"
With a loud announcement from the old Taoist hosting the sacrifice, the people in the square quickly quieted down, all kneeling towards the statue on the high platform. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
The sound of gongs and drums began, and the smoke from incense sticks wafted up gently, filling the air with an atmosphere of piety.
Chen Sheng naturally would not worship himself. His figure flickered and disappeared among the crowd like a breeze, merging into the void above.
The old man beside him finished worshiping and stood up, finding that the young man in blue he had been speaking to was gone, wondering:
"Eh? Where’s the young man who was just standing here? He disappeared in the blink of an eye!"
The flower-selling old lady scratched her head, looking confused:
"Yes, I just told him about the Divine Monarch’s legends!"
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and everyone looked up.
On the high platform, the statue of the Renwang Divine Monarch suddenly emitted a beam of golden light, which soared into the sky and condensed into a divine figure a few hundred feet tall on the heavens.
The figure was clad in a Golden Armor, holding a long sword, with a serene and handsome face, looking exactly like Chen Sheng, with an added aura of transcendence compared to the statue.
"The... the Divine Monarch has appeared!"
Someone shouted, and the people in the square were first stunned, then all knelt down on the ground, kowtowing as if pounding garlic, chanting loudly:
"Divine Monarch, manifest! Please grant rain, Divine Monarch!"
The old man from earlier was so excited that he was trembling all over, pointing to the divine figure in the sky, shouting to the people beside him:
"I told you that young man was extraordinary! He... he looks exactly like the Divine Monarch! I just spoke to the Divine Monarch!"
The flower-selling old lady also shouted excitedly, her face full of pride:
"I spoke to the Divine Monarch too! The Divine Monarch even smiled at me!"
The divine figure on the horizon nodded slightly, then raised its hand for a gentle wave, mobilizing the Power of Heaven and Earth within hundreds of miles.
In an instant, clouds gathered, thunder and lightning flashed, and raindrops as large as beans poured down, hitting the parched land with a "pitter-patter" sound.
The people ignored the rain and continued to kneel on the ground praying, their faces filled with tears of joy.
"It’s raining!"
"It’s raining!"
The rain grew heavier and heavier, nourishing the land for hundreds of miles around.
Chen Sheng’s figure quietly appeared on the rooftop of the temple, watching the cheering people below, a faint smile on his lips.
He did not stay long, his figure flickered, and he disappeared into the void again.
Amid the rain, the people continued to kneel piously, while the divine figure in the sky gradually dissipated, leaving only the abundant rain to nourish the land.
The legends of the Renwang Temple, due to this manifestation, gained a new Chapter and continued to be passed down in the Yan Region.
