I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Another five years had passed.

In the core area of the Fenghua Immortal City Pill Alliance, the training room was filled with steaming heat waves.

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on a mat made of Thousand-Year Cold Jade, his upper body bare. His bronzed skin was covered by a layer of fine red scales, with their edges glinting with a faint golden light.

Every scale contained formidable defensive power.

Around him were twelve Fire Attribute Array Banners, which drew in the Fire Spirit Qi from the world, forming a scorching Fire Prison inside the room.

The temperature of the flames was enough to melt gold stones, yet it had no effect on him.

As his cultivation deepened, two light-colored bumps gradually rose on Chen Sheng's head, signs of the Body Refining Fifth Layer known as "Dragon Bone Rebirth."

Once these "Dragon Horns" fully formed, his Body Refining Cultivation would be considered as having broken through!

After about two hours.

Chen Sheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, flecked with faint sparks, and the Fire Array inside the room dispersed.

He reached up to touch the bumps on his head, and with a thought, the scales and dragon bones on him retracted, transforming him into the appearance of an ordinary cultivator.

He felt quite satisfied in his heart:

"In at most another five years, I'll break through to the Body Refining Fifth Layer."

This year, he was sixty-five, and in another five years he would be seventy. Achieving the Body Refining Fifth Layer at this age was an astonishing speed.

Keep in mind, he only broke through to the Body Refining Fourth Layer at forty-five.

In just twenty-five years, he had completed a cultivation path that would take others several decades or even a century, a speed comparable to Earth Grade Spiritual Root cultivators.

Following that, Chen Sheng took some elixir pills and began today's Qi Cultivating.

Not long after, his meridians reached their limit.

He stopped and let his divine sense enter his dantian to check his Qi Refining cultivation.

Within his dantian, thirty-nine drops of liquid mana floated like pearls, each containing pure spiritual qi, radiating a faint red glow.

"At the current rate, it will still take eleven years to gather the fifty drops of mana needed for Mid-stage Foundation Establishment."

"Counting the time to break through bottlenecks, it should be around the age of eighty that I can step into Mid-stage Foundation Establishment."

He nodded lightly, quite pleased with this progress—having such a cultivation speed with a Lower Grade Spiritual Root wasn't something you could find elsewhere in the Qinghua Sect.

After tidying his robe, Chen Sheng exited the training room.

Outside the door, two Pill Alliance stewards were already waiting, and when they saw him, they hurriedly bowed in greeting:

"Alliance Leader, Seniors Zhao and Huang have already been waiting in the conference hall for half an hour."

"I understand."

Chen Sheng nodded indifferently and made his way toward the conference hall, where cultivators along the way lowered their heads and made way for him, their eyes filled with awe.

Holding the right to distribute the Pill Alliance's resources, he had become a figure of power who could determine the fates of countless cultivators; even Late-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators had to treat him with great respect.

...

Meanwhile.

In the core area of the Immortal City, inside the newly built Heart Inquiry Hall.

The atmosphere at this moment carried a bit of seriousness.

Wu Lingshuang, dressed in an elegant light purple long dress, held a palm-sized Spirit Testing Compass, looking with a stern face at the child in front of her.

The child was about three years old, dressed in a dark-colored brocade robe, with fair and delicate skin. It was her and Chen Sheng's youngest son, Chen Yuquan.

He was the only child they kept by their side, while their other offspring were raised by their respective families or sects.

"Chen Yuquan, step into the center of the array."

Wu Lingshuang's voice carried a hint of sternness, yet her eyes held a trace of imperceptible warmth.

Not wanting to be a strict mother, yet as Chen Sheng had always been lenient in managing the children, she had to harden her heart and personally discipline the youngest.

Chen Yuquan obediently walked to the center of the Spirit Testing Array, his little face full of seriousness.

As Wu Lingshuang infused spiritual power, the array suddenly lit up, and five beams of different-colored light shot into the sky.

Among them, the Fire Attribute beam was the most dazzling, occupying nearly two zhang of brightness.

"High Grade Fire Spirit Root, not bad."

Wu Lingshuang put away the compass, her tone flat, but her eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment.

After all, her eldest son Wu Guang had an Earth Grade Spiritual Root, and in comparison, the second son's High Grade Spiritual Root seemed somewhat "ordinary."

Not long after.

"Lingshuang, are you busy?"

A crisp voice came through, and Lin Jiao entered with her daughter Fang Mochou.

Fang Mochou, wearing a goose-yellow dress and two buns in her hair, ran straight toward Chen Yuquan upon entering:

"Yuquan, let's go play hide and seek, shall we?"

"Okay!"

Chen Yuquan's eyes lit up, and he immediately chased after Fang Mochou.

The two families lived close, and being good friends, the children had been playmates since young.

Chen Yuquan was like a little tail, always following behind Sister Mochou.

Watching the children's backs, Lin Jiao asked with a smile:

"How was the spirit testing result? What spiritual root does Yuquan have?"

Wu Lingshuang replied, "High Grade Fire Spirit Root."

Instantly, Lin Jiao's eyes flashed with envy:

"That's wonderful!"

"Much better than our Mochou; she's just a Middle Grade Wood Spirit Root."

Being the favored daughter of the Nine Refinements Lin family, she herself had a High Grade Gold Spirit Root.

She had expected her daughter to inherit her good aptitude, only to have it dragged down by Fang Lingxiao's Middle Grade Spiritual Root.

Hearing this, Wu Lingshuang's heart of disappointment eased somewhat, and she comforted:

"Mochou is smart and capable; she might inherit her father's alchemy talents. A Middle Grade Spiritual Root can also lead her on the Great Dao."

"I hope so. If it doesn't work out, we'll find her a good husband in the future."

Lin Jiao said, her gaze falling on the distant Chen Yuquan, teasing:

"I think little Yuquan is a good choice; he's handsome and with a High Grade Spiritual Root. He'll surely become an elegant gentleman, well-suited for our Mochou."

Wu Lingshuang was about to respond when Fang Mochou ran back, hands on her hips, saying:

"I don't want that! Yuquan is even fairer than me, like a little girl; I don't want such a husband!"

Chen Yuquan, following behind, blinked his big eyes, looking puzzled at his mother and Aunt Lin, not understanding what they were talking about.

Wu Lingshuang and Lin Jiao laughed heartily at his appearance.

Though a trace of displeasure flashed across Wu Lingshuang's heart, she asked with a smiling face:

"What kind of husband is Mochou looking for?"

Fang Mochou furrowed her little brows in deep thought, and after a long while, she helplessly said:

"I haven't decided yet, but definitely not like Brother Yuquan!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Lingshuang felt even more displeased.

Her own son was so excellent, yet was disdained by a little girl. However, seeing the child's innocent demeanor, she couldn't bring herself to react and had to suppress her emotions.

...

In the Pill Alliance's conference hall, the atmosphere was solemn.

Zhao Jinhua and Huang Qingxu sat upright in the guest seats, their postures straight, not daring to relax even a bit.

Both were wearing the standard magic robes of the Qinghua Sect, with sect elder tokens hanging at their waists.

Nowadays, they were already the clan leaders of emerging families in the Western Border, holding a foundation, yet they remained wholly respectful before Chen Sheng.

Ten years ago, when they went to campaign in the Western Border, Chen Sheng was merely a true inheritor of the Pill Hall.

Meeting again now, Chen Sheng had become the Alliance Leader of the Fenghua Pill Alliance, a renowned Tier Two Top Level Alchemist, holding many alchemy resources, his power was undeniably grand.

The two specially returned from the Western Border, firstly to report back to the sect, and secondly to consolidate relations with Chen Sheng.

"True Inheritor, the Western Border is now mostly stable, and the Tier Two Spiritual Lands around the Tier Three Spirit Vein have all been allocated."

"Our two families each received a Tier Two High Grade Spirit Vein, speeding up the cultivation of our clan's disciples significantly."

Zhao Jinhua spoke first, his tone carrying a reporting sense, while holding a map of spiritual veins in his hand:

"This is the latest spiritual vein map, brought to present for the True Inheritor to peruse."

Huang Qingxu quickly added:

"The opening of the Western Border this time, it's all thanks to the True Inheritor's previous recommendation that our two clans were able to seize the opportunity. The number of cultivators in our families has now doubled, with over two hundred Qi Cultivators."

Chen Sheng leaned back in the main seat's jade chair, his gaze sweeping over the two, a mild smile on his face:

"The fact that you have stabilized your positions in the Western Border is due to your own hard work and has little to do with me."

He paused, then suddenly asked:

"Has the name for the new Immortal City in the Western Border been decided?"

Zhao Jinhua quickly replied:

"It's still under discussion, but 'West River Immortal City' is the most supported name."

"Firstly, 'West River' sounds similar to 'Western Border', and secondly, it's in commemoration of the pioneering efforts of Elder Chen Jiang."

Chen Sheng nodded in approval:

"That's a good name, both meaningful and respectful."

Then he turned and asked:

"How are your two families doing currently?"

At the mention of their families, a gleam of excitement flashed in Zhao Jinhua and Huang Qingxu's eyes.

Zhao Jinhua said:

"Last year, the family identified a Foundation Establishment Seed with a High Grade Earth Spirit Root. In a few years, it will be sent to Pill Furnace Peak for training, and I hope the True Inheritor will look after it."

Huang Qingxu also said:

"Though my clan lacks a High Grade Spiritual Root, we've ushered in a wave of Immortal seedlings. Last year alone, we detected over twenty children with Spiritual Roots, more than all previous years combined!"

Chen Sheng nodded with a smile, suddenly remembering something, added:

"Indeed, all good news."

"In terms of inheritance, if you're interested, you might want to interact more with the He Clan. Support the businesses of my descendants when possible."

The two exchanged a glance, with Zhao Jinhua cautiously speaking:

"True Inheritor, you may not know, but the flourishing state of our two families is entirely due to the blessings from the young masters."

"The young masters from the He Clan have collaborations with various families in the Western Border..."

Chen Sheng, upon hearing this, couldn't help but laugh:

"It seems I, as their father, don't know them well enough. They're the ones making their mark."

Huang Qingxu promptly flattered:

"The young masters are all dragons amongst men, inheriting the True Inheritor's talent, naturally able to soar high."

"Should they ever need anything in the future, our two clans will surely offer full assistance!"

After chatting idly for another hour, Chen Sheng finally raised a hand to indicate:

"Affairs in the Western Border are busy, it's best you return early. Should any difficulty arise, feel free to send me a message directly."

"Many thanks, True Inheritor!"

The two immediately stood, bowed, and only after leaving the conference hall slowly did they breathe a sigh of relief—facing Chen Sheng's current might was pressuring, even if they were already clan leaders.

...

Returning to the Heart Inquiry Hall.

As soon as Chen Sheng entered, he saw Wu Lingshuang sitting on a chair, her face not looking too pleased.

He walked over and embraced Wu Lingshuang:

"What's wrong? Who upset my Shuang'Er?"

Wu Lingshuang snorted and recounted the incident where Fang Mochou disdained Chen Yuquan:

"What's wrong with my Yuquan? High Grade Spiritual Root, handsome, why wouldn't she like him?"

Chen Sheng burst into laughter at her words:

"It's just the words of a child, why bother with a little kid? Besides, our Yuquan is so outstanding; in the future, many good girls will like him."

Wu Lingshuang remained stubborn:

"I just can't let it go!"

Though she played the role of a strict mother, she cherished this youngest son by her side dearly. Seeing him being disdained pained her more than being wronged herself.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng gently pinched her cheek and smiled:

"Alright, don't be upset. If Shuang'Er is still unhappy, how about your husband helps you vent?"

With that, he scooped Wu Lingshuang up and walked towards the inner chamber.

Wu Lingshuang gasped, her expression of anger quickly replaced by a rosy blush.