I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

"Buzz——!"

A faint golden stream of light gradually poured in, with a majestic and rich aura, far surpassing all the attendants hibernating in the hall.

Yuan Ba suddenly looked up, his tightly closed tiger eyes opening wide.

A flash of golden lightning flickered through his eyes, and then his face broke into a hearty smile, his voice booming like thunder:

"You brat, you finally came out!"

Yuan Ba’s figure slightly moved, the true form of the White Tiger gradually receding, transforming into a towering man clad in White Tiger Battle Armor, his face steely and resolute.

His gaze fell on Qi Mang, scrutinizing him for a moment, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes:

"Good kid, after thirty thousand years, your cultivation has already surpassed mine!"

Over those thirty thousand years, Yuan Ba accompanied Chen Sheng, steadily advancing his cultivation from the fourth layer of the Divine and Demon realm to the sixth layer, comparable to the Ninth Tribulation of Void Refining.

Qi Mang’s expression was humble:

"Greetings, Uncle Yuan Ba. It’s just a stroke of luck. With Master’s careful guidance and the support of fortuitous opportunities, I have achieved what I have today."

Yuan Ba laughed heartily, stepping forward to pat Qi Mang on the shoulder with a powerful force, his tone teasing yet affectionate:

"You brat, you’ve become humble!"

Amidst the laughter, a playful glint crossed his eyes, and he spoke lightly, "Haha, since you’ve emerged today, come with me to the Panwu Realm and take a look. The Martial Country you personally established back then is now in chaos."

Qi Mang was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, a trace of surprise crossing his brow, his eyes filled with doubt:

"Oh? The Martial Country is in chaos? Uncle, what do you mean by that? When I left, I had already established the legacy. How could there be trouble?"

Seeing this, Yuan Ba refrained from further teasing, slowly raising his hand, and a gentle jade pendant appeared in his palm.

A point from his finger, and the jade pendant suddenly burst into dazzling light, a majestic portal of light gradually appearing in the hall.

Beyond the portal, clouds and mist swirled, faintly revealing mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and stars, depicting the scene of the Panwu Realm.

"You’ll know once you enter; words are of no use."

Yuan Ba waved with a smile and stepped through the portal first.

Suppressing the doubts and anxiety in his heart, Qi Mang followed closely, his figure flashing as he stepped into the portal.

...

In the Panwu Realm, the heavens and earth were clear, the spiritual qi abundant, and the Heaven and Earth Dao Principle becoming ever more perfected.

In the Land of the Extreme West, a boundless mountain range stretched across the expanse.

The mountain terrain was steep and the peaks stood in clusters.

Amidst the mountains, clouds and mist coiled, so dense with spiritual qi that it couldn’t dissipate, with layers of multicolored clouds intertwining, subtly circulating with Innate Dao Rhyme.

At the mountain’s peak, near a cliff edge, a gentle breeze stirred the spirit grass by the cliff, creating ripples of green light.

"Roar, roar——!"

Clear and youthful tiger roars rang out repeatedly, echoing between the mountain valleys.

Five small, delicate figures lay crouched on the green stone by the cliff, their bodies devoid of any discoloration, entirely snow-white, their fur fluffy and soft, and their eyes sparkling with lively golden light, these were the five little White Tigers.

Their demeanor was reverent, their small mouths gently opening and closing, inhaling and exhaling the essence of sun and moon in the world, wisps of golden spiritual qi flowing into their bodies through their mouths and noses.

By the cliff, a middle-aged man in a gray robe stood with hands behind his back, his eyes shimmering with gentle light, exuding a sense of warmth and kindness.

This person was Li Changkong—once the Demon Lord that dominated the Lower Realm.

He had accompanied Chen Sheng for many years, continuously meditating on the origin of the Panwu Realm, his cultivation reaching the fifth layer of the Divine and Demon realm (Void Refining Eight Tribulation).

At this moment, Li Changkong gazed tenderly at the five little White Tigers, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes:

"Back then in Qingshigu..."

Half an hour passed, the five little White Tigers gradually halted their inhaling and exhaling of sun and moon essence, the golden light in their eyes becoming more lively.

Li Changkong slowly turned around, a gentle smile on his face, speaking softly with a hint of indulgence:

"Alright, today’s cultivation ends here; come over!"

"Roar, roar——!"

The five little White Tigers nodded in unison, letting out their tender cries.

Then, with a flick of their figures, they scrambled over, surrounding Li Changkong, eyes filled with eager anticipation.

Li Changkong chuckled lightly, bending down to gently stroke the little White Tigers’ soft heads, his tone gentle, beginning to tell tales of the past:

"Alright, alright, last time we talked about the Tiger Clan’s Great Sage leaving Qingshigu, manifesting human form, stepping into the Human Realm..."

"Relying on his formidable Sacred Fist Divine Techniques, he made a name for himself with ’Sacred Fist,’ sweeping through many masters of the Human Realm, none could withstand..."

He narrated vividly, slightly modifying the stories of Yuan Ji’s ventures from the past, recounting them.

The five little White Tigers listened intently, their ears perked up high, eyes glimmering with admiration, occasionally letting out a tender tiger roar.

Soon, Li Changkong finished the story for the day and was about to advise the little White Tigers...

Suddenly, a violent fluctuation of space appeared in midair.

"Buzz——!"

An incandescent portal quietly emerged, and two figures slowly stepped out from beyond it, their clothes fluttering, Dao Rhymes emanating, they were Yuan Ba and Qi Mang.

"Roar, roar——!"

The five little White Tigers, sensing Yuan Ba’s aura, immediately brightened their eyes, bustling over to snuggle their fluffy heads against him.

Surrounding him, constantly hopping and letting out cheerful tiger roars, they displayed complete fondness.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Ba laughed heartily, his brow furrowing with affection.

He bent down, gently stroking the little White Tigers around him with his broad palm:

"You little ones, have you been earnest in your cultivation?"

Li Changkong chuckled, stepping forward:

"These little fellows have been very diligent, working hard every day, absorbing the essence of sun and moon, honing their bloodline power, progressing rapidly."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ba’s smile grew even more pronounced, nodding repeatedly, his tone gratified:

"Not bad, not bad! Just like in my day, cultivate well, and you will surely surpass me in the future."

Beside him, Qi Mang slowly stepped forward, bowing with joined hands to Li Changkong:

"Greetings, Elder Li. It’s been many years since we last met, yet your grace remains."

Li Changkong chuckled lightly:

"Prince Qi has finally emerged from seclusion. Congratulations on your great progress in cultivation!"