Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Flying out of the Danxia Sect.

In an instant, it vanished into the sea of clouds, leaving no trace.

As if it had never been here.

...

At this moment, in the depths of the main peak of the Danxia Sect,

within the Cave Mansion of True Monarch Yu Ding, spiritual light abounded, and the air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

True Monarch Yu Ding, with hair and beard all white, sat cross-legged before an ancient jade star chart, lightly tapping several lustrous and gentle tortoise shells with his fingers, his brows slightly furrowed, as if calculating something.

A streak of cyan fire light swept into the cave.

The light receded, revealing the figure of True Monarch Cyan Yang.

His face looked somewhat pale, and his aura was slightly more unstable than usual.

True Monarch Yu Ding didn’t even raise his head and asked lightly, "How was it?"

"As you expected, senior brother."

True Monarch Cyan Yang’s voice was somber, carrying a trace of suppressed resentment.

"I could not defeat him."

"I had already said, not fighting is the best option."

True Monarch Yu Ding’s tone was calm.

"If I don’t step in, Zhi Yang and the others can do nothing against him."

True Monarch Cyan Yang argued.

"And if you step in, you can do something?"

True Monarch Yu Ding finally stopped his calculations, looking up at his junior brother, without blame in his eyes, only helplessness.

He paused for a moment, then sighed lightly, "I have calculated several times, but this person’s fate is a mass of chaos, difficult to discern."

True Monarch Cyan Yang remained silent for a moment, unwilling in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "What if senior brother personally took action..."

"If I take action, the result will only be worse than yours."

True Monarch Yu Ding’s tone was decisive.

True Monarch Cyan Yang was at a loss for words.

True Monarch Yu Ding put away the tortoise shells.

"Tell me, how were you defeated?"

"I was not defeated!"

True Monarch Cyan Yang instinctively replied.

"It was a draw. I just didn’t want to fight him to the end."

True Monarch Yu Ding didn’t press further, quietly listening to True Monarch Cyan Yang’s account of the recent battle.

When he heard the words "Other Shore Demon Flower," his originally calm face revealed a serious expression.

"A Divine Power Realm body refining was expected."

"But he actually cultivated the Hehuan Sect’s [Other Shore Demon Flower]?"

He furrowed his brow, showing confusion: "Cultivating this secret technique is one thing, but to dare use it on you? Does he not fear expending his own lifespan first?"

True Monarch Yu Ding was somewhat familiar with this technique.

When a Golden Core uses it on a Nascent Soul, the caster often expends several times the lifespan of the one it’s cast on, exceedingly dangerous.

"Perhaps things are different after reaching the Divine Power Realm."

True Monarch Cyan Yang reminded.

"Indeed, a strong flesh body in the Divine Power Realm, with abundant vitality, might reduce the backlash multiplier when casting this technique."

True Monarch Yu Ding realized.

"However, such an evil technique could never achieve a one-to-one ratio. After all, he is just in the Golden Core Realm, how much lifespan could he have to dare to waste it against you?"

He picked up the tortoise shells again, placed them in his palm, closed his eyes, and muttered under his breath.

The surface of the tortoise shells shimmered with light, moving and combining on their own, making crisp collision sounds.

This time, the focus of his calculations was Shen Xuan’s lifespan.

The cave mansion quieted down, with only the occasional gentle clink of the tortoise shells.

True Monarch Cyan Yang held his breath and waited.

After a long time, True Monarch Yu Ding opened his eyes, gazed at the fixed divination image in his palm, and sighed softly.

"How is it?"

True Monarch Cyan Yang probed.

"I can’t see it clearly."

True Monarch Yu Ding fell into deep thought.

"The mysteries of fate are obscured, hard to fully discern. But one thing is certain..."

He paused, then confidently stated, "This True Master Profound Ice’s lifespan is very long."

"Naturally."

True Monarch Cyan Yang said gloomily.

"If it weren’t so, would he dare use such a self-harming and enemy-damaging evil technique!"

In his situation, he would never dare to use such an insidiously damaging secret technique.

To hurt the enemy by a thousand and suffer more than a few thousand himself!

Reaching his age, he truly understood how precious lifespan was.

What could be said is,

True Master Profound Ice has not reached his level.

His understanding is lacking.

"By the way, senior brother, why does this True Master Profound Ice have to go against our Danxia Sect? Is it really just for that Li Ruyi?"

Considering it from the opposite perspective, it’s hard to believe that just for an old acquaintance, he would dare to make such a stir, forging a cause and effect relationship with an ancestral Nascent Soul.

"I don’t know."

True Monarch Yu Ding shook his head.

"This person’s origin is vague, his fate chaotic. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, a perfect opportunity to establish authority through our Danxia Sect."

Some things need not be stated explicitly.

Among the five major sects of the Yan Country, the battle prowess of the two Nascent Souls of the Danxia Sect is indeed at the end.

True Monarch Yu Ding himself specializes in alchemy and divination, and magical combat is not his forte.

True Monarch Cyan Yang’s strength among the Nascent Souls of Yan Country is also ordinary.

Moreover, True Monarch Cyan Yang mainly cultivates the Fire Technique, naturally countered by the Ice Technique.

And according to True Monarch Cyan Yang’s account, the opponent also dual cultivated in a kind of Fire Spirit Dao Body, with high resistance to the Anomalous Fire of heaven and earth.

With all these factors combined, Danxia Sect indeed became the most suitable "test stone" for the True Master Profound Ice.

True Monarch Cyan Yang heard this, his expression grew uglier, yet he had no argument.

The frustration within his chest had nowhere to vent, ultimately turning into a long, deep sigh.

"Forget it, be that as it may. After this encounter, he should not step into Yan Country again."

"What you’ve said is correct, junior brother."

True Monarch Yu Ding nodded, his expression returning to calm.

"It is a tumultuous time. Our Danxia Sect should seize this opportunity to gather strength and temporarily avoid the spotlight, which may not be a bad thing."

He paused, then added, "Send the order down, instructing our sect’s branch forces in the Song Country to shut themselves in the mountains for now, and avoid further trouble."

"Yes, senior brother."

True Monarch Cyan Yang complied.

Even though he felt unwilling, he understood this was the most prudent approach for now.

...

More than ten days later, at the Profound Celestial Sect, in the True Masters’ meeting hall.

The atmosphere inside was solemn, with over a hundred Golden Core True Masters sitting in rows, their gazes mostly focused on one person in the hall.

That person had a robust figure and a voice like a great bell; he was True Master Cyan Lion, another young leader of the Profound Celestial Sect.

He was waving his arms, his words passionate.