Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Time passed bit by bit.

On the Thousand Mountain Peak, everything was silent.

True Master Zhi Yang, Ming Jing True Master, and other senior members of the Danxia Sect, all looked up, gazing at the very high sky.

There, the clouds were chaotic, and the wind howled, yet no more earth-shattering magical combat fluctuations came, as if the intense battle earlier was just an illusion.

Apparently, the battle had ended.

Just at this moment, a cyan figure swiftly descended from the ten thousand-foot high sky, extremely fast, bringing a piercing sound as it broke through the air, landing on the peak top in the blink of an eye.

"It’s True Master Profound Ice!"

"How could it be..."

"Where is True Monarch Cyan Yang?"

After a short dead silence, several cries of disbelief and astonishment burst from Taihua True Master and Cui Jin True Master, filled with intense wonder, unable to be believed.

Shen Xuan landed, right in front of Li Ruyi.

His cyan robe was clean, his breath calm, showing no trace of fatigue from the fierce battle, still composed and poised.

The True Masters of the Danxia Sect stared stunned, as if petrified.

True Master Zhi Yang’s face was the most unsightly, his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes mixed with horror, reluctance, and a hint of perplexed unwillingness to admit.

Even at this moment, a voice was frantically screaming in his heart: Impossible!

How could True Master Profound Ice of Cyan Cloud Sect, a newly ascended Body Refining Master in the Divine Power Realm, possibly contend with the sect’s ancestor, True Monarch Cyan Yang?

This defies logic, there must be something wrong, I must have misjudged.

Or perhaps the ancestor had other intentions?

"This isn’t right!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Something must be wrong somewhere!"

True Master Zhi Yang couldn’t accept it.

How can a body cultivator newly into Tier Four stand against True Monarch Cyan Yang, who has been in the Nascent Soul Formation for years?

This makes no sense at all!

True Master Zhi Yang looked up, his gaze lingering on the direction from which Shen Xuan came, with a last flicker of hope in his eyes.

Perhaps, True Monarch Cyan Yang would soon reveal himself, declare victory, and suppress this arrogant person!

However, he was disappointed.

The sky was desolate, only clouds roiling back and forth, and no second figure appeared.

Not just him, all the True Masters of the Danxia Sect present were filled with incomprehensible shock.

This result was too astonishing.

Looking at True Master Profound Ice now, unharmed, aura in perfection.

Even if it wasn’t a victory, there were no signs of defeat.

It was at least a draw.

They were still struggling to make sense of this incredible outcome.

At this time, a loud voice came from the depths of the high clouds, echoing clearly in everyone’s ears.

"Zhi Yang, let Fellow Daoist Profound Ice take Li Ruyi away."

It was the Dao sound of True Monarch Cyan Yang.

The voice entered their ears, like cold water over their heads, instantly extinguishing the last bit of luck in the hearts of True Master Zhi Yang and others.

No mistake heard.

The ancestor personally ordered, to let them go.

Although judging from the voice, True Monarch Cyan Yang seemed unhurt, his breath still robust.

But this result itself, explained everything.

True Master Zhi Yang’s whole body shook, his face instantly turned deathly pale like paper.

Everything he had done before caused the destruction of his Lifebound Flying Sword, with his Dao Foundation damaged.

All such hard-stance postures now appeared utterly laughable.

Like a self-directed farce.

He exhausted all his strength, bearing serious injuries.

Yet in the end, he still had to obediently step aside, watching the other side take Li Ruyi away.

How absurd!

How ironic!

This matter is destined not to remain hidden.

The other four major sects in Yan Country, and various opposing Cultivation Influences, all have hidden spies in the Danxia Sect.

Once today’s event spreads, the face of the Danxia Sect would be solidly slapped by this True Master Profound Ice.

True Master Zhi Yang felt a sense of suffocation in his chest, a metallic taste surged to his throat, which he forcefully swallowed.

"So be it! If True Monarch Cyan Yang doesn’t mind, then why should I mind!"

True Master Zhi Yang thought silently.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and when he raised his head again, his face was already indifferent.

Yet beneath the indifference, was a feeling of humiliation being forcefully suppressed.

Opposite, Shen Xuan ignored the reaction of the Danxia Sect people.

He faced Li Ruyi, his tone calm: "Fellow Daoist Li, let’s go."

Li Ruyi smiled.

The smile blossomed on her lively face, bright and dazzling, carrying a sense of relief and pleasure.

"Alright. Let’s go."

She even turned her head slightly, her gaze surpassed Shen Xuan, precisely landing on True Master Zhi Yang’s face.

In her gaze, there was no resentment, only undisguised disdain and mockery.

As if looking at a clown.

True Master Zhi Yang’s face was dark to the extreme.

But he could do nothing.

The entire Danxia Sect, at this moment, could do nothing about Li Ruyi.

Who let her have True Master Profound Ice as such a powerful and close friend beside her.

Always standing silently aside, Liu Qianshan now sighed softly.

He scanned around the fellow disciples of the Danxia Sect with varying expressions, his eyes full of loneliness, and a trace of inexplicable relief.

Then, he shook his head, and began to laugh softly.

The laughter started subdued, then grew louder, filled with a bit of extravagance.

"Others laugh at me for being too insane, I laugh at them for being unable to see through! Unable to see through!"

He ignored everyone, turned around, and staggered towards his Cave Mansion.

This time going in, he would never come out again.

In many cases, death is a form of liberation.

Shen Xuan did not look at the Danxia Sect’s True Master Zhi Yang and others.

In his eyes, these Golden Core Cultivators are but "junior".

Not worth him spending even a little more thought.

Shen Xuan lightly swept his sleeve, a gentle spiritual power flowed out, enveloping Li Ruyi.

The two said no more, transforming into one cyan and one white escape light, soaring into the sky, flying over the Thousand Mountain Peak, across numerous gazes of surprise or complexity below, heading straight towards the distant horizon.