I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 643: Chapter 492: Illusory Heart Volume 10_3

Liu Chu was initially taken aback, but then his heart was filled with joy, as the tension in his heart finally eased—apparently, his brother not only did not offend the other party but actually gained the attention of this prominent figure.

Wang Huian, standing nearby, also had flickering eyes as a thought suddenly emerged in his mind. He approached Liu Chu with an intimate tone:

"Officer Liu, I hear you have a close relationship with Mr. Tang?"

"I have not been feeling well lately. I would appreciate your introduction..."

...

As time passed, several days drifted quietly across the southern State City.

Inside the Herbal Hall, the scent of medicine still lingered, exuding a sense of tranquility, unconcerned with worldly affairs.

Past the hour of Chen, a figure clad in black robes stepped through the morning mist, slowly entering the courtyard of the herb hall.

The man’s posture was as upright as a pine, with a remarkably handsome face and a majestic aura that flowed around him, but was restrained to the utmost, leaving only a faint, yet indiscernible pressure.

He was none other than the Emperor of the Martial Country, Qi Mang. Gazing at this place, he muttered to himself:

"No wonder I’ve scoured the world for years without any sign of Master—Master must have been residing here, secluded from the world for self-cultivation."

His mind was clear; given Master’s supreme Divine Techniques, if Master truly wished to conceal his presence, there would be no trace to be found, no matter the domain he commanded.

"Just like the Nourishing Essence Pill, circulated in the world for years, yet everyone seems to ignore its origin."

"This is indeed Master’s skill."

"Now that Master has actively revealed his presence, summoning me, there must be something important."

As he moved into the courtyard, he saw Huang Yueyang playing chess with an elder beneath the old locust tree, the pieces landing with audible sounds, both men appeared relaxed.

Not far from the stone table, Tang Yunhe and several half-grown children were practicing martial arts.

Qi Mang’s eyes swept over the crowd, pondering silently:

"Are these Master’s family members? Their aura is no different from ordinary mortals, not a single ripple of cultivation Realm detectable."

"Truly, worlds apart!"

Could it be that these are mere mortals?

Qi Mang immediately denied, a glimmer of realization in his eyes:

"How could it be? Even the children I have now were born with Divine Powers, let alone Master who is a Great Sage of the Demon Race, possessing limitless Divine Techniques."

"Master’s descendants likely possess Immortal Buddha Level power from birth, merely concealing their aura, undergoing trials amidst the mortal world."

Without Master’s permission, Qi Mang dared not disrupt, only stood at the courtyard gate, bowing from afar to Huang Yueyang and the others.

Then he gathered his Heart Spirit, stepping lightly into the Herbal Hall, his footsteps nearly inaudible, full of reverence.

Huang Yueyang glanced at him casually, noticing his extraordinary demeanor yet humble conduct, only nodded slightly, then refocused on the chessboard, paying little mind.

Over the years, many aristocrats and cultivators have sought medicine at the Herbal Hall, the residents long accustomed.

Tang Yunhe and the others were just curious about the man in black, not taking it seriously.

...

Beside the stone bench in the corner of the courtyard, Tang Xichen was using a brocade handkerchief to wipe Qin Ping’an’s little face.

Suddenly sensing someone approaching, he looked up, seeing a stranger in black robes, a trace of doubt in his eyes:

"Are you here seeking medicine?"

Qi Mang quickly halted, slightly bowing, respectfully clasping his hands to Tang Xichen:

"Qi Mang greets Senior Sister."

"Senior Sister?"

Tang Xichen’s heart stirred, about to inquire further when Chen Sheng emerged slowly from the herb hall.

He wore plain cloth clothes, without any aura escaping, yet possessed a transcendent quality, as if everything in heaven and earth lay within his sight.

"Alright, Chen’Er, this is the disciple I took years ago, Qi Mang."

Looking up, Qi Mang saw that although Chen Sheng’s appearance now differed from when he imparted his teachings years ago, the aura deep within his Divine Soul remained unchanged.

He immediately knelt with both knees, respectfully bowing, his voice filled with suppressed excitement and admiration:

"Disciple Qi Mang, pays respect to Master!"

Huang Wangyou, hearing the commotion, approached with curious eyes fixed on Qi Mang.

Chen Sheng turned slightly, introducing to Huang Wangyou:

"This is the disciple I took during my travels some years ago."

"Qi Mang, this is your Mistress."

Qi Mang quickly bowed again, his forehead touching the ground, his attitude increasingly reverent:

"Disciple Qi Mang, pays respect to Mistress!"

He understood that being regarded as a Dao partner by Master meant Mistress was undoubtedly extraordinary, thus dared not be negligent in etiquette.

Huang Wangyou was exceedingly perceptive; upon hearing the name "Qi Mang," her heart stirred.

Isn’t that the name of the current Emperor of the Martial Country?

She instantly realized the identity, a flash of understanding in her eyes, immediately taking Tang Xichen by the side, speaking softly:

"You two master and disciple have not met for a long time, certainly have much to discuss. We shall retreat briefly."

Saying so, she turned with Tang Xichen, leaving the courtyard’s space to Chen Sheng and Qi Mang.

Chen Sheng lowered his gaze, looking at the kneeling Qi Mang, a tone of praise in his voice:

"Rise, late-stage Calamity Nascent, to achieve such progress in mere years, well done."

In the cultivation system Chen Sheng devised, the Calamity Nascent Realm corresponds to the typical late-stage Nascent Soul in the cultivation world.

Qi Mang achieving such Realm in a short time placed him far ahead of his peers.

Qi Mang promptly stood, humbly bowing, his tone modest:

"It is all thanks to Master’s Transmission."

"Without Master bestowing ’Heavenly Emperor’s Ten Thousand Calamities Yin Spirit Transformative Holy Gold Volume,’ this disciple would exhaust a lifetime to reach today’s Achievement."

He was filled with gratitude, recalling that the Cultivation Technique Master passed down years ago, which integrated incense fire fate, calamity spirit refining, yin spirit transformative holiness, was infinitely profound.