I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

"So that Fatty Zhao turned out to be a Fake Pill-level demon cultivator! Now I finally understand why I couldn't compete with him in business."

"This demon is too ruthless! After being exposed, he slaughtered so many cultivators. The west of the city is still full of corpses. I just took a look there and was so scared that my legs went weak!"

"Luckily, Elder Li intervened, or else this demon might have massacred the entire Immortal City! But he still escaped, so we must be more cautious in the future."

"Forcing a Fake Pill demon cultivator to use Blood Escape, it wasn't in vain for so many people to sacrifice themselves. If he continued to hide, who knows when he'd cause a huge disaster in the Immortal City!"

...

Several days later.

The news reached Fenghua Immortal City, and the cultivators of the Demon Extermination Hall were also abuzz with discussion.

"Have you heard?"

"That Fatty Zhao from Nanling Immortal City turned out to be a Fake Pill Realm-level demon cultivator! He always looked so amiable, who could have thought he was so vicious?"

"Vicious is an understatement! I heard his Venerable Soul Banner contains the Divine Sense and Spiritual Sense of over ten thousand cultivators. Just thinking about it is terrifying!"

"I even bought refining materials from his base in Fenghua Immortal City before. Thinking back on it now, it sends chills up my spine."

"Luckily, the Three Sects joined forces to investigate demon cultivators, or else we'd all be kept in the dark by him!"

In the seclusion cave deep within Pill Furnace Peak, the Jade Order at Chen Yuquan's waist suddenly lit up with a red glow.

He cut off the spell in his hand and unfolded the Jade Order.

As words like "Fatty Zhao," "Fake Pill Demon Cultivator," and "Blood Massacre Nanling Immortal City" appeared before him, cold sweat instantly drenched his robes.

He suddenly recalled an incident from a few years back—at the time, he went to Fatty Zhao's base in Fenghua Immortal City to buy Fire Pattern Jade to enhance the power of the Li Fire Pillar.

Fatty Zhao not only gave him an extremely low price but also gifted him a piece of higher-quality Fire Pattern Jade.

At the time, he just thought the other party was trying to curry favor with the Chen Family. Now, it seemed that wasn't his true intention.

With lingering fear in his heart, Chen Yuquan thought:

"His target is my father..."

"I, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with a High Grade Spiritual Root, meant nothing to him. His approach to me was merely to use me to probe my father's whereabouts!"

He immediately used Spiritual Power to transmit the news to Chen Sheng.

A moment later, Hidden Dragon Cave Mansion sent a reply:

"Already aware, such demon cultivators are masters of disguise. It's fortunate you noticed something amiss and remained unaffected."

"In future interactions, just be more cautious, no need to blame yourself."

Chen Yuquan let out a sigh of relief and sat down cross-legged again, but the turmoil in his heart lingered for a long time.

...

Hidden Dragon Cave Mansion.

Chen Sheng gently nodded, as he remembered, he seemed to have met that Fatty Zhao once, during his ceremony of becoming a Tier Three Alchemy Grandmaster.

He just let out a cold snort:

"These demon cultivators are truly opportunists!"

"No matter how the winds of all directions blow, I remain unmoved!"

As he spoke, a five-colored radiant light emerged above his head, impervious to all spells!

...

A hundred miles outside of Nanling Immortal City, there was an unassuming peak.

The entire peak was made of gray stone, without grass or trees, not even birds willing to stop there. From a distance, it looked like a peculiar giant stone standing in the wilderness.

But when Fatty Zhao's gray Escape Light landed at the foot of the mountain, he raised his hand and formed a mysterious spell, a wisp of black qi emerged from his fingertip, lightly touching the mountain wall.

"Buzz—"

The mountain wall suddenly rippled, the originally barren mountainside began to fluctuate like water, and moments later, a dim gray light curtain appeared.

On the light curtain, countless black runes twisted and intertwined, faintly revealing rows of black palaces standing behind it, their roofs spiking sharply, exuding a sinister aura.

Fatty Zhao took out a black token from his bosom, carved with a pattern of skulls and intertwined snakes, and with the injection of Mana, it emitted a faint black light, resonating with the runes on the light curtain.

"Creak—"

The light curtain slowly parted to both sides, revealing a yard-wide passage, filled with thick Demonic Qi, just a single breath causing one's Divine Sense to tremble.

Fatty Zhao put away the token, dared not linger, and quickly walked into the passage.

As he passed through the light curtain, the surroundings completely changed—not the barren mountain terrain, but a vast demon cultivator stronghold.

The black palaces were continuous, the roads between them paved with white bone, torches along the roadside burning with green flames.

Occasionally, black-robed demon cultivators hurried by, each stopping and respectfully saluting upon seeing Fatty Zhao:

"Greetings, Venerable!"

These demon cultivators were all Foundation Establishment Realm, yet in front of Fatty Zhao, none dared to even lift their heads.

Fatty Zhao snorted coldly, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. The sinister look in his eyes made many demon cultivators instinctively shrink their necks.

He did not linger and walked straight towards the deepest part of the "White Bone Hall," his steps hurried, evidently not fully recovered from the embarrassment of the recent Blood Escape.

Inside the White Bone Hall, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

In the center of the hall stood a throne constructed from countless cultivator skulls, and on the throne sat a tall figure.

This person was clad in white bone armor with a skull crown on his head, surrounded by thick black mist, showing only a pair of blood-red eyes. He was the master of the place—White Bone Dharma King.

As soon as Fatty Zhao stepped into the hall, he immediately fell to his knees with a "thud," pressing his head against the cold ground, his voice carrying a trace of tremor:

"Your subordinate greets the Dharma King!"

The White Bone Dharma King's gaze fell on him, a hint of displeasure flashed in his blood-red eyes, and his voice was as grating as bone scraping:

"Tell me, how did you get exposed?"

"I instructed you to infiltrate Nanling Immortal City to gather information, not to expose your identity and attract the attention of the Three Sects!"

Fatty Zhao's back instantly soaked with cold sweat, he hurriedly explained:

"Please calm your anger, Dharma King! This matter has nothing to do with this subordinate!"

"According to the reports from my informants in Nanling, it was the Venerable Black Demon under the Blood Refining Dharma King who revealed his Golden Core cultivation while attacking the Immortal City in the Western Border.

This is what attracted the joint suppression by the Three Sects, and consequently, inspections were intensified everywhere, forcing this subordinate to expose himself!"

"Blood Refining?"

The White Bone Dharma King snorted coldly:

"That brainless fool again! I thought he would behave after being seriously injured last time. It seems he has mostly recovered over these years and dares to act so recklessly!"

While speaking, his tone suddenly softened a bit, looking at Fatty Zhao:

"Considering you've been collecting blood food for me in Nanling Immortal City all these years to help me recover from my injuries, you have made a contribution. I won't punish you for the exposure this time."

Fatty Zhao, as if granted amnesty, hastily kowtowed:

"Thank you, Dharma King, for your grace! This subordinate will be more cautious in the future and will never betray the Dharma King's trust!"

"Step back and take good care of yourself. You will be needed in the future."

The White Bone Dharma King waved his hand with a hint of impatience in his tone.

Fatty Zhao dared not speak more, quickly got up, and respectfully backed out of the hall.

As soon as he left, the White Bone Dharma King beckoned to the shadows behind the throne:

"Come out."

From the shadows, a black figure slowly emerged, transforming into a woman in a black dress as she landed.

The woman had a beautiful face, but her pupils were vertical, surrounded by a faint serpentine black aura, it was the Venerable Black Snake.

"Dharma King, you called for me?"

The White Bone Dharma King's voice remained cold:

"From today onwards, you will oversee the affairs here."

"I need to make a trip to the Western Border to question that Blood Refining guy about what he's thinking."

The Venerable Black Snake nodded slightly, with a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, she couldn't help but ask:

"Dharma King, the Blood Refining Dharma King has always been reckless, why must you go personally? If he refuses to cooperate..."

The White Bone Dharma King interrupted her, a glint of sharp light flashing in his blood-red eyes:

"He wouldn't dare."

"Recently, there have been unusual movements in the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range. I suspect Blood Refining is colluding with them secretly. This trip is an opportunity to probe into his details."

Having said that, the black mist surrounding him surged violently, transforming into a streak of black escape light, rushing out of the White Bone Hall and flying towards the Western Border.

Several days later, in an underground palace within the Western Border.

This palace was even more luxurious than White Bone Dharma King's base, with glowing demon crystals embedded in the walls, the floor covered with black animal pelts, and on the stone table in the center of the hall, several cups filled with fresh blood were placed.

The Blood Refining Dharma King, dressed in blood-red robes, was sitting by the stone table, playing with a pulsating cultivator's heart. Upon seeing the White Bone Dharma King enter, a strange smile appeared on his face:

"White Bone, you arrived just in time, I was about to introduce you to a distinguished guest."

The White Bone Dharma King's gaze fell on another figure beside the stone table and froze.

It was a bold, hearty-looking man, but the scorching aura he emitted was unsettling, causing the air to distort slightly.

Seeing the White Bone Dharma King looking over, the man laughed heartily:

"I am Hidden Celestial Fire, cultivating in the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, greetings to Taoist friend White Bone."

The White Bone Dharma King's pupils constricted:

"Fire Phoenix King?"