Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Over a hundred giant ships slowly ascended, with thousands of flying ships rising in tandem, resembling a moving black mountain range that obscured the sky.

The Gang Wind was fierce.

The hulls broke through the clouds, and the mountains and rivers below rapidly shrank.

Some uttered low exclamations, while others closed their eyes.

Shen Xuan stood by the railing.

He saw the sea of clouds, with the fleet casting long shadows in the morning sun, extending toward the boundless Southern Wilderness.

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"Fellow Daoist Guo, come, come, allow this old man to introduce you!"

Just as Shen Xuan sat down, Liu Minglin cheerfully guided him to the center of the cabin.

Four cultivators with extraordinary demeanors were already gathered there, all with Fake Pill cultivation, the patriarchs of four vassal families aboard this ship.

"This is Fellow Daoist Guo Shiyan, an old acquaintance with our family ancestor. He excels in artifact refining and has achieved Great Success in body refining, stepping into the Dharma Realm!"

Initially, the four had indifferent expressions, thinking it was mere courteous chatter.

But once the words "Dharma Realm" were uttered, their faces immediately blossomed with genuine smiles, each returning the greeting solemnly.

Shen Xuan’s face remained calm, his heart perfectly clear.

The Cultivation Realm has always had a strict hierarchy.

Body refining cultivators, if not actively channeling energy, have deeply concealed auras, making them difficult to gauge.

Shen Xuan exchanged pleasantries with everyone, secretly noting their temperaments and appearances.

Xiao Changsheng, a burly figure, had a voice like a great bell.

Peng Jianhu, scarred-faced, had piercing eyes.

Chen Yucheng, dressed in scholar’s raiment, had distinct knuckles.

Li Zhaochong, lean and agile, had a composed aura.

Unlike the customs of the Song Country, Fake Pill cultivators in the Qin Country often do not take a Taoist name if not joining a sect and instead go by their given names.

It seems there are so many Fake Pill cultivators in Qin Country that calling everyone "True Master" would come off as self-aggrandizing.

In this region, Dharma Realm body refiners stand on equal footing with Fake Pill cultivators.

There are many Fake Pill True Masters in Qin Country who have become Dharma Realm body refining masters.

Such was the case with Liu Minglin.

Among the four, both Xiao Changsheng and Peng Jianhu were also Dharma Realm body refining masters.

Chen Yucheng and Li Zhaochong were at Golden Body Realm perfection.

The six of them sat around the table.

Liu Minglin took out his treasured Creek Fire Green Spirit Tea, and as boiling water flushed over it, a refreshing aroma filled the cabin, slightly easing its tense atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist Guo, you seem unfamiliar. Judging by your accent, are you from Qin Country?"

Xiao Changsheng picked up his tea cup, asking seemingly casually.

"Guo is indeed from Qin Country, enjoying tranquility and seldom venturing out."

Shen Xuan stated calmly.

"I observe that Fellow Daoist has a complete aura and restrained spiritual light; could you already be at Foundation Establishment Perfection?"

Chen Yucheng observed for a moment before suddenly inquiring.

"Indeed. Guo is currently seeking an opportunity for Core Formation."

Shen Xuan frankly admitted.

Suddenly, silence enveloped the cabin.

Many clan elders and juniors nearby turned to look attentively.

This giant ship carried over eight hundred people, six of whom were Fake Pill cultivators.

Apart from the five families, there was another large family located at the back of the cabin.

Among these six families, the number of cultivators with Spirit Roots reached thousands.

However, only a few truly had the qualification and capability to strive for Core Formation.

Yet here was Shen Xuan, openly and calmly declaring his Foundation Establishment Perfection and search for Core Formation opportunities.

On the demon beast battlefield, "Core Formation opportunities" often implied hunting a Tier Three Demon King to seize its Inner Core!

Such words were tantamount to announcing that he had the power to contend with a Tier Three Demon King.

"What bold ambition!"

Xiao Changsheng’s eyes flashed with surprise, then he raised his cup.

"Who would have thought that the Liu Family hid a potential dragon like Fellow Daoist Guo! I shall use this tea in place of wine to wish you success in attaining the Golden Core Dao!"

"Well said!"

Peng Jianhu responded in a booming voice, surveying his own family.

"We cultivators should indeed be like Fellow Daoist Guo, striving vigorously and seizing destiny amidst the flames of battle! Let us all be inspired together!"

"Inspired together!"

Goaded by such spirit, the morale among the five families in the cabin soared.

In many people’s eyes, a spark rekindled.

Shen Xuan smiled without speaking.

He understood well that the praise from Xiao and Peng was partly for show, partly to boost morale.

Yet, raising spirits was always a good deed.

Just then, a hoarse and cold snort from the back of the cabin cut in like cold water splashed onto glowing charcoal.

"Old Liu, who can you fool with your family’s tricks?"

An old man, staggering in with a crimson gourd slung over his back and red from drink, combining a scent of wine with a faint evil aura, approached.

"Using people when they’re needed, discarding them when they’re not. Fellow Daoist Guo, I advise you to see clearly and not be deceived by false pretenses!"

The cabin fell eerily silent.

Liu Minglin slammed the table, his face flushed with rage: "Ma Wanquan! Do not slander so recklessly! The Liu Family acts with integrity! Who in Qin Country does not know this? I won’t allow you to sow discord here!"

"Fellow Daoist Ma, a great battle is imminent, and we must cooperate in the same boat."

Peng Jianhu swiftly stood to mediate, and Chen and Li also spoke to ease the tension.

Shen Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, examining the intruder.

Ma Wanquan’s spiritual pressure was solid and massive, his energy carrying a hidden thunderous sound; his cultivation reached the pinnacle of Fake Pill, and his body refining was close to the middle stage of the Dharma Realm.

He was stronger than both Liu Minglin and Xiao Changsheng.

No wonder he dared to speak so bluntly.

Ma Wanquan ignored the others, cupped hands toward Shen Xuan with a somewhat sincere expression: "I speak bluntly and cannot stand injustice. If my words were offensive, I ask Fellow Daoist Guo to forgive me."

Shen Xuan returned the greeting, his face calm.

"Fellow Daoist Ma speaks from his heart. Guo won’t take it to heart."

Seeing his composure, a flicker of surprise flashed in Ma Wanquan’s eyes.

Ma Wanquan said no more, glanced at Liu Minglin, and staggered back to the rear of the cabin.

There were over a hundred disciples of the Ma Family there.

The cabin returned to silence, save for the low rumbling of the spaceship slicing through the clouds.

Each had their own thoughts.

Outside, the dense clouds churned like ink waves boiling over, leaving little light to penetrate.

Shen Xuan silently drank the last of his tea, his gaze drifting to the chaotic mists outside the porthole.

Out of nowhere, his heart suddenly tightened, as if squeezed by an invisible hand.