Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Shen Xuan’s expression suddenly sank.

True Master Zhi Yang’s Fiery Flame Flying Sword came roaring in, flames surging to the heavens.

Before it even reached his body, the scorching heat wave was already upon him, the air twisting and boiling.

"So I finally get to witness the true might of a Golden Core Perfection Divine Power."

His thoughts spun rapidly, yet his hands did not pause for an instant.

Within his body, Primordial Profound Ice Spiritual Power burst forth like floodwater through an opened sluice gate, madly pouring into the Ice Soul Divine Sword.

The sword hummed and trembled, azure light flaring, and in a blink transformed into a Profound Ice dragon of crystal clarity, scales and claws ferocious, lifting its head and lashing its tail as it charged head‑on toward that heaven‑burning streak of fire.

"Boom!"

The ice dragon and the Fire Sword slammed into each other.

Amid a deafening roar, blinding radiance detonated, half an extreme‑cold azure, half a searing gold‑red.

A violent shockwave swept in all directions, the ground cracking, shattered rocks blasting outward.

The draconic phantom manifested by the Ice Soul Divine Sword collapsed with a thunderous crash, revealing the crystalline sword body, which let out a mournful cry as it was knocked flying backward.

Shen Xuan reached out to catch the long sword, but his figure was involuntarily driven into a rapid retreat by that tremendous impact force.

His spine slammed heavily against the sheer cliff wall behind him.

With a dull boom, the hard rock wall was forcibly smashed into a man‑shaped pit several feet deep, rubble clattering down, dust billowing.

Shen Xuan was embedded in the rock wall, motionless.

Seeing this, Liu Qianshan’s wizened frame shuddered violently; he stepped forward on reflex, spreading his arms to block before Li Ruyi.

"Ruyi Junior Sister, quickly, go!"

"Go?"

A chilly, ghost‑like voice came from behind him—Li Ruyi’s.

"Go where?"

Liu Qianshan’s arms froze in mid‑air, then drooped in dejection.

Indeed, where could they go!

This was the heartland of the Danxia Sect; Qianshan Peak lay right beside the main peak.

Under the shroud of the Sect Protection Array, even with wings one could not fly.

Moreover, right before them stood Sect Leader True Master Zhi Yang, with three Golden Core elders of the Law Enforcement Hall glaring like hungry tigers.

With his remaining ruined body, with Li Ruyi’s weak body that had only just regained its place, how could they possibly contend!

"Even if we do leave, I will be leaving together with Fellow Daoist Shen."

Li Ruyi’s voice rang out again, her tone peculiar.

There was a faint edge of mockery in it.

As her words fell, from that pit in the cliff where someone had been embedded, came the sharp cracking of splitting rock.

Stones tumbled down; through the drifting dust, a figure slowly stepped out.

Shen Xuan raised a hand and brushed the gravel from his shoulder; aside from his Magic Robe being slightly damaged, he was completely unscathed.

His gaze passed over Liu Qianshan standing before him, and locked from afar onto True Master Zhi Yang, whose expression was grave up in mid‑air.

"Fellow Daoist Qianshan, please step aside."

His voice was calm, each word distinct: "There is one thing Fellow Daoist Li did not say wrong. Zhi Yang, you truly are a shameless cur!"

He had already given the other side ample face.

Upon first meeting he had released the person, without harming the Danxia Sect in the slightest.

Yet this Sect Leader, the moment he acted, unleashed a killing move.

If not for his dual cultivation of Body Refining, his physique exceptionally tyrannical—

That previous sword, an ordinary Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator would likely already have perished.

Five Elements Mutual Inhibition, water restrains fire.

Relying on the advantage of his attribute, and forcibly withstanding it by Body Refining, he had only barely managed to take that strike.

Golden Core Perfection was indeed not a realm to be trifled with.

With his present Realm Cultivation of Ice Technique Golden Core Middle Stage, facing True Master Zhi Yang at Golden Core Perfection was indeed somewhat strained.

On the opposite side, True Master Zhi Yang, Ming Jing True Master, and the others all wore expressions filled with astonishment.

They had long known that True Master Profound Ice cultivated Body Refining as well, having already reached the Tier Three Dharma Aspect realm.

A figure whose spiritual techniques and Body Refining had both entered Tier Three, and who also cultivated in the Pill Talisman dual path, was worthy of the title of double prodigy of Song Country.

Yet they had never imagined that the other’s flesh body would be so strong as to directly take a strike from Golden Core Perfection head‑on and remain unscathed.

Shock was shock, but the chill on True Master Zhi Yang’s face grew even heavier.

"Fellow Daoist Profound Ice, this seat will advise you once more: abandon resistance and submit yourself. Otherwise, with the next sword, I shall show no mercy."

Hearing this, Shen Xuan lightly shook his head, the corner of his mouth hooking into a faint sneer.

He had long known it would come to this.

When had there ever been reason to speak of in the Cultivation Realm.

If one truly wished to talk reason, there was only a single method.

Bring out a harder fist and greater Power than the other side, and beat them until they sat down to talk reason.

"Zhi Yang, this seat likewise advises you: obediently kneel and admit your wrongs. Otherwise, when this seat swings the cudgel, there will be no mercy, and you will fall here today."

Shen Xuan returned the other’s words to him verbatim, his tone cold enough to bite to the bone.

"At death’s door, and you still dare spit such mad—"

True Master Zhi Yang, enraged to the extreme, gave a cold laugh; his rebuke was not yet finished before the smile froze on his face.

He saw a scene that shook his very soul.

Shen Xuan stood where he was, and suddenly blinding gold light burst from his entire body.

Within that gold light, his body began to swell and rise at a rapid pace, bones cracking and booming like thunder.

In merely a few breaths, a giant more than ten zhang tall stood before everyone’s eyes.

This giant was clad in ancient war armor, the plates flowing with light; his face was indigo‑blue, tusks bared from his mouth, his countenance fierce and terrifying.

An ancient, overbearing, primordial aura diffused with him as its center, pressing down so heavily that the surrounding air seemed to congeal.

"Cudgel, come!"

The giant let out a low roar, his voice like muffled thunder.

A streak of gold light shot forth from his mouth in response, falling into his fan‑like massive palm and transforming into a long cudgel, as thick as a bowl in diameter, shining with brilliant gold.

More terrifying still, behind him a clear, solid, vividly lifelike Divine Dragon Dharma Aspect slowly emerged.

It coiled in the void; with each opening and closing of its draconic eyes, an invisible pressure suffused the four quarters.

"Dharma Aspect at its peak!"

Ming Jing True Master, who had been silently observing all along, finally cried out in alarm at this moment, his face changing dramatically.

Dharma Aspect at its peak was already the limit of Ming Jing True Master’s understanding.

Yet True Master Zhi Yang, who was truly facing Shen Xuan, felt something entirely different.

It was not merely oppression on the level of Power.

He felt his breathing and heartbeat, and even the circulation of Spiritual Power within his body, all becoming clumsy and sluggish beneath that invisible pressure.