I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 650: Chapter 494: Transmission

In the courtyard, a gentle breeze brushed through the branches and leaves,

Tang Xichen held Li Baifeng’s hand, her posture graceful yet inherently dignified. She lifted her gaze and lightly waved her sleeve:

"Bring him up."

Before the words had fully left her mouth, two cultivators clad in profound black martial attire escorted a figure slowly into the yard; it was the Sect Master of the Red Blood Sect.

He was surrounded by faint golden restriction patterns, his neck and limbs bound by spirit lock chains, his mouth sealed by an invisible force, unable to speak or move, forced only to stare wide-eyed.

The former majesty of the Sect Master had vanished without a trace, leaving only disoriented disarray, his vitality evidently severely diminished by the restrictions.

Li Baifeng gazed at this unfamiliar yet inexplicably unsettling figure, eyes full of confusion, she asked softly:

"Aunt Tang, who is this..."

Tang Xichen raised her hand to brush her head gently, her tone warm yet sharp:

"Child, this person is the Sect Master of the Red Blood Sect. It is because of him that the Li family manor’s sea of blood hatred arose."

"Now, the entirety of the Red Blood Sect has been completely eradicated, not even a chicken or dog left."

"I specifically had him captured alive, stripped of his cultivation, sealed him from speech and actions, and handed him to you to deal with personally, to give your entire Li family an explanation."

"Red Blood Sect Master..."

These five words exploded like thunder in her ear,

Li Baifeng’s eyes suddenly flared with intense killing intent, her blood and Qi surging, hatred breaking through her heart’s defenses in an instant.

She stepped forward step by step, her gaze sharp as a blade, staring fiercely at the enemy before her, gritting her teeth as she spoke in a low voice:

"Scoundrel! So it was you!"

The fallen Red Blood Sect Master finally reacted at this moment.

The Lightning Bureau’s destruction of the Red Blood Sect was not because the sect had caused chaos, but actually for this little girl in front of him!

He instantly grasped his predicament, his pupils constricting, staring fiercely at Li Baifeng.

He hated that his strategy had been one move short, hated this sudden calamity, and hated this lone remainder of the Li family manor that had led to his sect’s ruin.

"Die!"

Li Baifeng yelled in a low voice, turning her wrist as the long sword at her waist responded by unsheathing.

The sword light, pure white as practice silk, bore the sound of breaking through the air, mercilessly striking towards the neck of the Red Blood Sect Master.

Swish!

Wherever the sharp blade passed, blood splattered, and the head dropped to the ground, rolling several feet away, the unwillingness in his eyes yet to fade.

Li Baifeng stood still, clutching the long sword, the blood dribbling from its blade staining the bluestone beneath her feet.

She looked upon the body of her foe, a trace of confusion in her eyes, murmuring aloud to herself:

"Mother, Father, clanspeople, your daughter has avenged you... may your spirits in heaven rest in peace."

Tang Xichen silently observed this scene, her eyes full of compassion.

Indeed, as the saying goes, love extends even to the crow on the roof, she had always been partial towards Li Baifeng’s generosity and resilience on account of Qin Ping’an, and now her heart softened even more.

She stepped forward slowly, gently drawing Li Baifeng into her embrace, soothing her agitated heart spirit:

"Child, it’s all over now, your parents in the heavens with spirit must be able to see your justice for them, surely they will be comforted by your actions."

Li Baifeng leaned against Tang Xichen, her tears finally bursting forth uncontrollably, streaming down her cheeks as she choked out:

"Thank you, Aunt Tang... if it weren’t for you, I would never have avenged this blood feud in my life..."

Tang Xichen gently patted her back, soothingly comforting her, leaving only Li Baifeng’s muffled sobs gradually dissipating into the gentle breeze.

...

On the other side.

Qin Ping’an stood under the corridor, listening as his father, Qin Yuan, slowly unfolded the truths of their family.

The whole of him felt as if struck by lightning, his gaze listless, as if caught within a dream.

"Grandfather... Grandfather was a Great Divine Power User?"

"And Uncle Qi, the person who visited Benchtang every year always with a cheerful demeanor, was actually the Qi Martial Emperor who established the world and commanded the unification of the six directions?"

Qin Yuan nodded, continuing to elaborate:

"Not only that, but all who belong to Benchtang are conferred nobility, granted lands, and may command three thousand armored soldiers."

"Nobility... three thousand armored soldiers..."

Qin Ping’an chewed over these words, finding them both absurd and astonishing, raising a hand to lightly slap his own cheeks in an attempt to confirm that it wasn’t all just a dream.

"It feels just like dreaming!"

"I always thought we were just a normal family of the martial world, living by our skills in medicine, never imagined... never imagined..."

He envisioned the image of Qi Mang in his mind.

The middle-aged man who brought him novelties each visit, shared chess games and laughter, turned out to be the Martial Emperor who held dominion over the cosmos.

This sharp contrast between the gentle reminiscence and the identity he now knew made it difficult for him to process.

Qin Yuan regarded his son’s expression, raising a hand to pat his shoulder:

"Take your time to digest it."

Qin Yuan pursed his lips slightly, turned away, his eyes flickering with a hint of complexity, ultimately refraining from revealing the entire truth.

"Some things, knowing them only adds to the sorrow."

His gaze fell upon Li Baifeng, adding a few measures of relief to his heart:

"Once I and Wangyou depart, Ping’an will have someone to accompany him, surely he won’t be lonely..."

...

Meanwhile, within the main hall of Benchtang, the scent of herbs intermingled with the Dao Rhyme, quiet and silent.

Chen Sheng, dressed in plain clothing, sat on a chair, eyes slightly closed, his breath steady, much like an ordinary elder.

Suddenly, slight ripples appeared in the void of the hall, spreading like water waves.

A figure clothed in a black robe emerged slowly from the ripples, his bearing upright, surrounded by calamity Qi, yet restrained to a great degree, showing only a faint primordial spirit suppression.

It was precisely Qi Mang, who had just escaped from the illusion realm of the Myriad Elements Calamity Pearl, and came first thing to visit his master.

Qi Mang hastily advanced, dropped to his knees, and kowtowed deeply to Chen Sheng, his tone respectful and joyful: