I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 322 - 261: Winning Without Fighting

Half an hour later, the sky in the direction of Black Wind Valley suddenly echoed with dragon roars, as five black Demon Dragons broke through the clouds and soared into the sky.

Each Demon Dragon was over a hundred feet long, with scales shimmering with a dark, cold light, surrounded by mana at Tier Three level.

Their necks were bound with golden chains, the other end connected to a luxurious Fragrant Vehicle.

The Fragrant Vehicle was entirely made of black sandalwood, with its body intricately carved with hundreds of eye patterns. Each eye was embedded with pale golden crystal stones, glinting eerily in the sunlight.

A black veil hung from the top of the vehicle, its edges embroidered with dark gold demon patterns. As it fluttered in the wind, the silhouette of a figure seated inside was faintly visible.

Around the Fragrant Vehicle loomed a hint of Nascent Soul pressure, like an invisible barrier. Everywhere it passed, Demonic Cultivators on the ground bowed down, not even daring to look up, fully displaying the might of the Nascent Soul!

Meanwhile, at the peak of White Crane Mountain, Chen Sheng was sitting cross-legged in the center of the array.

On the ground before him, pale golden array patterns flowed like living entities, enveloping the entire White Crane Mountain.

This was a quasi-Tier Four Grand Array he had spent three days constructing, centered on the underground Spirit Vein, mending the previous formation. It could briefly harness the Spirit Vein’s power to provide him with mana comparable to a Nascent Soul Level.

"Buzz——"

The Nascent Soul pressure from afar surged like a tide. Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, a glint flashing through them.

He could clearly perceive the caution and probing within that pressure, and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly:

"Finally here, quite the spectacle!"

The Fragrant Vehicle halted a hundred feet above White Crane Mountain, the black Demon Dragons restraining their flames and hovering in the void like five black statues.

Inside the vehicle, the Hundred-Eyed True Monarch slowly opened his primary eye, the pale golden gaze piercing through the veil and landing on the formation atop White Crane Mountain—amongst the shifting array patterns, the Void Power was faintly permeating, even making it difficult for his Nascent Soul’s Divine Sense to penetrate.

"What a brilliant formation!"

The Hundred-Eyed True Monarch’s apprehension deepened; his sect’s safety was at stake, and he dared not rashly breach the array.

He used his Divine Soul to transmit a message towards White Crane Mountain—the sound wrapped in Void Power, precisely reaching the center of the formation:

"Since fellow Daoist has set up a grand array, you must be aware of my arrival. I am the Hundred-Eyed of Black Wind Valley, willing to meet fellow Daoist without resorting to hostilities."

Upon hearing this, Chen Sheng understood—the other party intended to negotiate rather than initiate a conflict.

He stood up, patting the dust off his Daoist Robe, surrounded by faint blue Void Power. His figure melted like ink into water, instantly disappearing from the center of the formation, leaving only the ever-running array patterns on the ground.

Before long, two figures simultaneously appeared in the void above White Crane Mountain.

Chen Sheng was enveloped in faint blue Void Power, holding a quasi-Tier Four Void Longsword in his hand. The Sword Qi was hidden yet emanated a menacing sharpness.

The Hundred-Eyed True Monarch, clad in a gray Daoist Robe, bore multiple eyes on his face, each emitting a pale golden glow, with dense mana surrounding him.

Both used the Void Power to envelop themselves, maintaining a distance of several miles from each other.

"The Hundred-Eyed of Black Wind Valley, may I have the honor of knowing fellow Daoist’s esteemed name?"

The Hundred-Eyed True Monarch was the first to speak, his tone carrying a hint of probing. He wanted to deduce the other’s identity based on their name.

Chen Sheng raised his hand in salute, speaking in a plain tone:

"Just an unnamed Sword Cultivator, feel free to speak plainly, no need for formalities."

The Hundred-Eyed True Monarch didn’t get upset at this response—he had long heard that Sword Cultivators were not social creatures and had prepared for this.

Shifting his tone, he became more solemn:

"Since fellow Daoist is in a phase of rebirth and needs a stable place to cultivate, I am willing to offer convenience."

"But concerning fellow Daoist’s massacre at my Black Wind Valley’s affiliate sect White Crane Mountain, some explanation is required, or I cannot account to the valley’s disciples."

Chen Sheng slowly nodded, the Void Power around him slightly fluctuating, his tone carrying a hint of battle intent:

"If fellow Daoist feels unjust, do you wish to have a go with me?"

Even after hearing this provocation, the Hundred-Eyed True Monarch did not get angry. He chuckled lightly:

"Indeed, fellow Daoist embodies the flair of a Sword Cultivator, taking joy in challenges. However, I came today to end hostilities, not to initiate battle."

Shifting his gaze towards Chen Sheng:

"I only wish to ask, does fellow Daoist intend to reside long-term in Han Country?"

Chen Sheng gently shook his head: "Han Country is but a rural backwater, with scarce Spiritual Qi. Staying here long-term will only hinder one’s path."

The Hundred-Eyed True Monarch remained unagitated, instead revealing a slight smile:

"Since fellow Daoist has no intent of long-term residence, there is no need for conflict. Why not engage in a scholarly competition, determining both superiority and future interactions?"

What he referred to as a "scholarly competition" was a common contest among Nascent Soul True Monarchs—elaborating the Void Domain and competing in the control of Void Power.

After all, Void Power was the hallmark of the Nascent Soul Realm, offering a direct demonstration of a cultivator’s strength, with room to spare without damaging the Dharma Body.

Chen Sheng showed an interest upon hearing this.

He flicked his finger, and a wisp of faint blue Void Power surged from his fingertip, instantly transforming into a Void Domain five feet in diameter before him.

Within the domain, countless strands of pale golden Sword Qi crisscrossed, with Sword Intent howling like thunder—each Sword Qi infused with Void Power, as if capable of tearing through any obstacle.

At the edge of the domain, faint blue Void ripples spiraled continuously, completely isolating the breath of the outside world.

"How does fellow Daoist find my Void Domain?" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Chen Sheng’s tone was calm yet carried an undeniable confidence.

This domain represented his comprehension of both Sword Dao and Void Power. Though mana constrained its range, it excelled in concentration and sharpness.