Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

A fear born from the primal instincts of life quietly arose from deep within the heart.

Something’s wrong.

True Master Zhi Yang has achieved Golden Core Perfection and cultivates the top technique of Yan Country.

Even when facing a peak Dharma Aspect body refining expert, one shouldn’t feel such a suffocating sense of being stared at by a prehistoric giant beast.

An alarming thought uncontrollably exploded in his mind.

Could it be...

True Master Profound Ice isn’t at the peak Dharma Aspect, but has crossed that chasm, stepping into the Divine Power Realm?

That would be a Tier Four Body Refiner!

An existence comparable to a Nascent Soul True Monarch!

At this moment, Shen Xuan was surrounded by solidified golden light, appearing as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm.

With every move, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi around him seemed to subtly retreat, not daring to touch his body.

The Divine Dragon Dharma Aspect behind him, with scales fully revealed, eyes like lightning, was no longer a mere illusion but exuded a substantial aura of heart-palpitating pressure.

What made True Master Zhi Yang most fearful was that Shen Xuan was suspended in mid-air without using a bit of Spiritual Power.

He purely stood in the air with his flesh body.

The unimaginable power of vital energy surged to the sky, transforming into an invisible force field that seemed to solidify the air within miles.

"Roar!"

Shen Xuan opened his mouth, letting out a prolonged shout.

The roar rolled through like thunder from the nine heavens, shaking the earth and mountains instantly.

The entire Thousand Mountain Peak, along with dozens of nearby Spirit Peaks, trembled simultaneously.

Rocks tumbled down, and countless birds and beasts that were dwelling there fled in panic.

The sound waves, transformed into substantive sonic waves, swept across the sky above Danxia Sect.

Ming Jing True Master, Taihua True Master, Immortal Bi Bo, Cui Jin True Master, Bao Song True Master—these five felt their ears buzzing, their blood surging, and their Protective Spirit Light violently fluctuating, almost breaking apart, their hearts filled with insurmountable terror.

True Master Zhi Yang’s face turned pale in an instant.

"Indeed a Tier Four Divine Power Realm Body Refiner, unbeatable!"

This thought was like icy water pouring over his head, extinguishing his will to fight completely.

He no longer dared to harbor any luck, suddenly transforming into a blazing Escape Light, about to tear through space and flee.

"Where do you think you’re going! Take this rod!"

Shen Xuan’s shout echoed.

The Exotic Cold Iron Rod in his hand followed like a shadow.

This Exotic Cold Iron Rod, meticulously crafted by True Monarch Tian Gong over a year, was infinitely close in tier to a Spiritual Treasure.

A golden afterimage that tore through the sky struck first, where it passed, the space emitted a sound of unbearable shattering.

"Boom!"

The Escape Light shattered on cue, like glass hammered by a heavy blow.

True Master Zhi Yang’s figure stumbled out, his purple Magic Robe torn and flapping by the violent force.

His expression drastically changed, gritting his teeth as he spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, forcibly urging his Lifebound Spiritual Artifact, the Fiery Flame Flying Sword.

The Flying Sword expanded, transforming into a several-meter-long fiery rainbow, desperately meeting the pursuing rod shadow.

The outcome was cruel and heart-wrenching.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of breaking echoed through the silent peaks.

The Lifebound Flying Sword, nurtured by True Master Zhi Yang for hundreds of years and accompanying him in battles far and wide, was snapped by the Exotic Cold Iron Rod the instant they clashed, struck down with mighty force.

It’s Spiritual Light vanished, broke into two like mere iron, plummeting despondently towards the mountain forests below.

"Puff!"

True Master Zhi Yang, as if struck by lightning, spat out a large mouthful of Essence Blood, his aura rapidly declining, falling straight from mid-air.

"Sect Leader Senior Brother!"

Ming Jing True Master, with eyes wide in shock, hurriedly flew forward to barely catch the falling body of True Master Zhi Yang.

True Master Zhi Yang’s face was ashen, his breath chaotic, and blood still constantly trickling from the corner of his mouth.

With his Lifebound Spiritual Artifact destroyed and Divine Soul heavily damaged, his Dantian’s Sea of Qi violently shook, already a body in critical injury.

In front of True Master Profound Ice of Cyan Cloud Sect, the grand Sect Leader of Danxia Sect and Great Cultivator with Golden Core Perfection, couldn’t withstand even one move.

This is the absolute suppression of a Great Realm, like a chasm, impossible to cross.

"Tier Four Divine Power Realm Body Refiner!"

True Master Zhi Yang, lying in Ming Jing True Master’s arms, painfully uttered these words, eyes filled with incredulous terror and fear.

The moment the rod came at him, he truly felt the breath of death.

If the opponent hadn’t shown mercy, he would have been completely obliterated, his body and soul annihilated.

It was at this moment he fully understood.

True Master Profound Ice dared to infiltrate the depths of Danxia Sect alone, dared to remain so unhurried, even releasing people at the start...

What he relied upon was never the backing of Cyan Cloud Sect.

It was his own absolute power capable of crushing everything.

Just now, he shouldn’t have harbored murderous intent.

Now, he was at the mercy of the knife, akin to fish meat.

Even if Shen Xuan were to kill him on the spot, he would have no place to address his grievances.

Faced with such a level of adversary, only the sect’s two Nascent Soul Supreme Elders might have a chance to subdue him.

Originally, True Master Zhi Yang was about to go into seclusion, striving to achieve Nascent Soul Formation.

Now, with his Lifebound Spiritual Artifact destroyed, severely injured.

At least decades of on recuperating are needed for recovery.

Moreover, his Dao Foundation damaged, further lowering the success rate of achieving Nascent Soul Formation.

...

Shen Xuan’s gaze swept over True Master Zhi Yang and the others.

He indeed didn’t take a life.

After all, the opponent was the Sect Leader of Danxia Sect. If he truly killed him here, the resentment with Danxia Sect would have no room for reconciliation.

Moreover, it would leave accusations of bullying the weak.

As it is right now, the measure is just right.

"With his Lifebound Flying Sword destroyed and Dao Foundation damaged, if True Master Zhi Yang wants to form a Nascent Soul, it’ll take him several decades of arduous work."

"Even if he truly becomes a Nascent Soul True Monarch in the future, what of it!"

Shen Xuan thought internally.

Cultivating to High Tier, cultivators proceed with more caution.

When Tier Four cultivators compete, it’s perhaps not challenging to determine a winner, but to utterly annihilate the opponent is exceedingly difficult.

Without absolute certainty of destroying the opponent’s Divine Soul.

Forming a death feud leads to an endless chain of aftermath and entangled karma, making it not worth the cost.