I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Indeed.

Chen Sheng’s hunch was cruelly confirmed within just one or two hours.

The other three armies ordered to march encountered ambushes with identical configurations at different locations!

All had three members of the alien race, all wearing golden masks and fangs!

In the eyes of the alien race, the strength of the so-called Protector Warriors was only above Copper Blood, not even reaching Silver Blood.

They dispatched three Golden Blood powerhouses, truly a heavy-handed attack.

However, now the commanders of the three armies had all advanced to become Golden Wu Warriors, forcibly crushing the ambushing alien race on the spot, almost completely annihilating them!

They even managed to capture several alien prisoners with cold auras and strange forms while the enemy was retreating.

...

In the depths of a secluded cave, cold and damp, the stone walls exuded a bone-chilling aura.

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his fingertips forming intricate spells. A pale golden, intricately-patterned Supreme Protection Talisman hovered at his brow, retracted in spirit light, masking all his aura, vitality, and divine soul fluctuations.

His eyes were slightly closed, connecting to the vision of other warriors outside, calmly observing all movements from all directions as if overseeing a chessboard, not missing the slightest rustle of the wind or grass.

In the corner of his vision, a line of pale blue text hovered quietly:

[Daoist: Level 6 (896,000/1,000,000)]

Just a few tens of thousands of experience points short of crossing the seventh level threshold.

"Soon... very soon."

He was inwardly grateful that he did not choose to follow the traditional path, but instead opted for a snowball-style aggressive expansion.

Disregarding digestion!

Madly expanding territory!

Had he cultivated step-by-step, at this moment he might not even have reached the sixth level threshold, and would have long since become dust under the enemy’s thunderous purge.

Thinking of this, Chen Sheng couldn’t help but mutter a curse.

"Too insidious!"

The Qi and Vitality True Strength system of this world seemed formidable under normal circumstances but was barely at the level of martial arts at best.

Who would have thought that beneath the surface of such an apparently ordinary ancient dynasty lay such terrifying extraordinary power.

"I wonder how the interrogation on Wang Xuan’s side is going."

The enemy’s preemptive strikes on the four armies clearly aimed to probe his abilities and gather intelligence. Next, a decapitation operation targeting him personally was a bowstring ready to be released.

And Chen Sheng had no less interest in uncovering every detail about the enemy.

...

An extravagantly luxurious palace hall, resplendent with gold and jade.

The floor paved with gold bricks, the beams carved with dragons and phoenixes, the dome studded with luminous beads, the radiance flowing like daylight.

Thick, soft rugs imported from the Western Domain covered the ground, muffling footsteps, where not even dust could settle.

All around, jade cauldrons burned incense, smoke like threads, coral forests, glazed reflections of the moon, treasures of great rarity and value were arranged, sandalwood incense lingering in the air mixed with a faint sweet scent of blood.

In the center of the hall.

Several tall figures stood around a zitan long table, their postures like ancient pines standing alone on a mountain, their appearances strikingly beautiful yet eerie, their demeanor cold and majestic, exuding nobility.

Each person was surrounded by a faint blood light, their imposing aura restrained.

The leader on the left wore a dark gold luxurious robe, a pair of blood-colored vertical pupils half-squinted, his eye corners slightly raised, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure that made it hard to meet his gaze directly.

He spoke first, his voice deep like an ancient bell:

"Target, Chen Sheng, Dao name Xuanyang."

"He founded the Supreme Dao, began preaching in Ning City, self-proclaimed as the reincarnation of the Supreme Celestial King, and has gathered four generals under his command. One is a former coppersmith named Wang Xuan, the second is Li Shi... all are loyal to the death, fearless of dying."

His voice paused slightly, his tone suddenly cold, an expression of displeasure and gravity flashed in his eyes:

"Previously, our tribe’s first round of hunts against these four failed."

As these words fell, the atmosphere within the hall momentarily stalled, even the sandalwood scent seemed to solidify.

The man in silver-gray luxurious attire on the right raised an eyebrow, his fingertips nonchalantly tapping the table, his tone carrying a hint of surprise yet remaining composed:

"Oh? They failed? The Golden Blood members we sent should have been able to crush those Protector Warriors!"

The dark gold-robed man shook his head, his expression growing heavier, his fingertip gently pointing on the tabletop, leaving a shallow blood mark:

"According to reports from the returning tribe members, the power displayed by these four far exceeded estimates."

"Controlling fierce flames, transforming into a three-zhang tall giant deity, walking through air... More critically, their power significantly restrains our tribe."

"Their combined combat capability is comparable to our tribe’s Purple Blood members!"

The man in black luxurious attire on the other side spoke slowly, a mixture of laziness and ruthlessness in his brows, long fingers lightly resting on his chin, his tone indifferent like ice:

"As for the core Chen Sheng, the information we’ve obtained is scant, his strength is difficult to gauge."

"However, judging from the level of his four generals, he himself is at least above the Purple Blood level, possibly... higher."

As soon as these words were spoken, the composure on the faces of those in the hall was replaced by gravity and vigilance.

...

The person continued to speak, listing the information returned by the spies:

"Chen Sheng was born into a peasant family, with an elderly father and brothers still in their original homeland, all are ordinary mortals with no exception."

"Later, his father sought connections within the clan and placed him as an apprentice in the Taoist temple."

"It wasn’t until he became the temple celebrant that he gradually showed his uniqueness, and rumors of his clairvoyance began."

The man in a regal azure robe heard this, his gaze sharp as a blade, his aura suddenly chilling:

"Where are the local secret guardians? With their spies, it’s utterly impossible for such anomalies to go unnoticed."

"They’ve been informed."

The man in the dark gold robe responded, his tone tinged with mockery:

"But the local officials treated it lightly, not taking it to heart at all."

"At first, Chen Sheng’s peace talismans appeared mundane to outsiders, seen merely as the tricks of a charlatan."

The man in the silver-gray robe added calmly, in an even tone:

"One cannot blame the secret agents."

"Logically, a person with divine techniques ought to proactively meet the officials, demonstrate their spell in court, and under the guise of auspicious events, attach themselves to nobility, seeking high positions."

The man in the dark gold robe sneered, cold light flashing in his blood-red eyes:

"The officials here initially viewed him as a fake spiritualist."

"Only when disasters struck later, Chen Sheng took advantage of disaster relief to spread his teachings, and overnight revealed extraordinary techniques—talismans healing severe diseases, thunder techniques breaking fortified cities."

"In a short span, he gathered hundreds of thousands of followers, rising swiftly with momentum!"

The man in the regal azure robe furrowed his brows tightly, his tone icy, and his eyes filled with disdain and impatience:

"Humph, ordinary folk are always useless. Shortsighted, ridiculously foolish."

"If our clan members had investigated, how could Chen Sheng’s disguise deceive the heavens and the seas? How could he have grown to this extent today—"

"Enough!"

A thunderous shout suddenly erupted, majestic as thunder, suppressing all discussions, causing the jade cauldron in the hall to tremble lightly.

The speaker stood at the center of the long table, draped in a dark red dragon-patterned robe, the dragons woven with blood threads, life-like, seemingly ready to burst forth, surrounded by a blood-red aura far denser and more intense than others, like a surging sea of blood.

He was none other than Emperor Taizong of the Great Li, the eldest heir of the Blood Race, Gu Dingjiang, the core of this secret meeting.

His gaze swept across the assembly, his blood-red eyes without a ripple, his tone icy and decisive:

"Now is not the time to accuse the ordinary folk of stupidity or lament failed actions. With the information available, Chen Sheng’s rapid rise is unprecedented in our clan’s history!"

"Under his command, four generals comparable to the Purple Blood race, hundreds of thousands of followers, his influence ever-growing; further delay will surely become a dire threat, destabilizing the foundation of our clan!"

His voice suddenly rose, sharp as a blade:

"We can’t wait any longer!"

"We must act immediately, crush his rise, leave him no chance to strengthen!"

After a brief pause, his tone slightly softened but remained uncompromisingly assertive:

"I’ve already used the clan’s secret technique to inform my ancestors and have devised a thunderous plan against Chen Sheng and his followers. This operation must eliminate them in one fell swoop, eradicating future threats forever."

The hall fell silent.

The man in the silver-gray robe mulled over the situation briefly, then spoke up, his tone calculative:

"Your Majesty, Chen Sheng’s birthplace still has his elderly father and brothers alive, all mere mortals without the strength to truss a chicken."

"Why not capture his family first, use them as leverage to force him into our trap, or disrupt his heart spirit, then we strike for greater odds of success."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes flickered.

Using relatives as leverage, though underhanded, is most effective.

Yet the man in the ink-black robe slowly shook his head, showing a hint of caution amidst his languid demeanor:

"It might not be very useful; such anomalies are inherently heartless."

"Moreover, Chen Sheng himself possesses deep patience and strategy, able to rise by borrowing strength, his heart technique profound, his actions ruthlessly decisive, cold-hearted and merciless."

"Even if captured, he might not submit."

The man in the regal azure robe also frowned, clearly agreeing with this perspective:

"Someone who can stir the winds from a mere temple celebrant, in such a short time, surely won’t be hindered by familial bonds? Such an act might be futile."

For a moment, everyone pondered, debating endlessly.

Gu Dingjiang sat in the main position, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, his blood-red eyes deep and unfathomable, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

After a while, he slowly raised his eyes, his voice low yet filled with indisputable authority:

"Whether familial bonds can hold sway, only by testing do we know."

"Even if Chen Sheng remains unmoved, that family is not entirely useless."

"They can spread rumors, unsettle his followers’ heart minds, or at critical moments, act as disposable pieces to distract his gaze."

"Though mere mortals, keeping them serves no purpose, discarding them is not lamentable, but if they can become pawns that hinder Chen Sheng’s steps, it is their utmost utility."

His gaze swept across the assembly, his tone resolute, brooking no dissent:

"Issue the order, covertly control Chen Sheng’s family."

"Keep them, they have valuable uses."

Several high-ranking Blood Race members in the hall nodded in unison, their eyes flickering with ruthlessness, and responded in unison:

"As commanded!"

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