I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

Chapter 581 - 464: Saint’s Disciple, Nothing Special!

True Martial Realm.

At the center of the Eastern Continent, the Human Dao Ancestral Court stands towering in the heavens, its divine structures and jade palaces extending for millions of miles, with jade pillars supporting the sky.

Countless laws and runes flow in the void, weaving into a golden Dharma Net that spans heaven and earth, showcasing the supreme dignity of human orthodoxy.

Beneath the divine court, countless radiant gateway guardians float, connecting to a grand and magnificent Ascension Hall.

Within the hall, myriad rays of auspicious light and mist fill the air, the floor engraved with a Nine-Turn Reincarnation Grand Array, with thirty-six Treasure Beads embedded at the Array Hub, emanating vast power that suppresses the void.

Two figures slowly walk in, one tall and thin, the other surrounding themselves with a faint aura of Dharma Aspect, both are Martial Saints.

Deep within the hall, two officers clad in purple and gold Battle Armor, bearing celestial spears on their backs, step forward to greet them.

"Brother Li, Brother Wang, today the duty is entrusted to you two."

"Rest assured!"

The tall and thin Martial Saint bows with crossed hands, and the short and stout Martial Saint nods in agreement, their gaze sweeping over the restrictions around the hall, confirming their integrity.

The guarding officer responds in a deep voice:

"Thank you both, these restrictions are intact, and there have been no anomalies recently."

With that said, the two turn and step into the Teleportation Array at the side door of the hall, disappearing in a flash of light.

When only the two of them remain in the Ascension Hall, Brother Li and Brother Wang exchange a smile, their movements practiced as if rehearsed thousands of times.

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, raises his hand with a wave.

A white jade tea table carved with cloud patterns appears out of thin air, with a set of tea utensils placed upon it, the aroma of the tea instantly fills the air.

Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, points his fingers, and two Jade Cups float automatically, slowly filled with amber-colored tea.

The two sit opposite each other, gently sip a mouthful of tea, a look of ease appearing on their faces.

They both belong to the "Xuanyuan Daoist Sect" of the True Martial Realm, a lineage passed down through the ages, they are old acquaintances from the same Sect, now both serving as gateway guardians at the Human Dao Ancestral Court, complementing each other well.

"Brother, I heard that not long ago, at the southern border town, there was yet another attack from the demon race, with heavy casualties!"

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, sets down his teacup, with a tone of lament.

Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, nods, his brows slightly furrowed:

"Yes, this time the demon race came storming, led by the Nine Infants Demon Emperor, a true god-demon giant, possessing nine heads and nine lives, controlling Great Divine Techniques of water and fire as one, a presence that stands among the top ranks of the entire True Martial Realm."

"He launched a surprise attack, leaving the frontline soldiers caught off guard, naturally causing heavy losses, reportedly losing three satellite cities."

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, shows a glimmer of hope in his eyes:

"But I heard that the Ancestral Court has already sent Emperor Heaven to assist!"

"Emperor Heaven is one of the Five Battle Emperors of the Ancestral Court, wielding the ’Heavenly Sovereign World-Stabilizing Seal,’ with combat strength throughout the heavens and earth, with him taking the lead, repelling the Nine Infants Demon Emperor should not be difficult, and the battle line shouldn’t push further back!"

Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, speaks with certainty, his eyes full of reverence:

"With Emperor Heaven leading the charge, there is naturally no chance of failure."

"Back when the North Sea demon god caused turmoil, Emperor Heaven single-handedly quashed three demon gods, his might shaking the universe, though the Nine Infants Demon Emperor is strong, he is absolutely no match for Emperor Heaven."

Mentioning Emperor Heaven, both of them show a solemn expression, for that is a figure they both look up to.

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, curiously asks, "Speaking of which, why has the demon race attacked this time?"

Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, shakes his head with a helpless smile:

"Who knows? The thoughts of those big figures, how could we possibly fathom them?"

"Perhaps it’s for resources, perhaps it’s to test the limits of the Ancestral Court, or maybe just purely tribal conflict."

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, says with sentiment:

"I must say, we brothers are quite fortunate to be able to serve as gateway guardians at the Ancestral Court."

"Had we been sent to the frontline, given our Dharma Cultivation, in the confrontations of the god-demon realm Great Powers, we would only serve as cannon fodder."

Though the words seem exaggerated, there is some truth to it.

Martial Saints with Dharma Cultivation overlook all beings in the Lower Realm as the pinnacle of existence, yet in the True Martial Realm, they are only considered mid-tier battle strength.

The two being able to join the Ancestral Court for employment is enough to attest to their strength and background, otherwise, they wouldn’t pass the Ancestral Court’s scrutiny.

Even so, Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, deeply agrees:

"Indeed, the frontline is perilous, even for the Great Powers of the god-demon realm, a slight misstep could result in demise, much less us at the Dharma Aspect realm?"

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, raises his teacup and drinks it dry:

"Let’s just stay in the Ancestral Court doing our jobs, guarding the Ascension Hall, living lifetime without disaster or difficulty."

"No matter how powerful the demon race is, can it reach the heart of the Ancestral Court?"

Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, bursts into laughter:

"Haha, that’s a good point!"

"The True Martial Realm’s three great sacred lands: the Southern Continent’s Myriad Demon Holy Court, the Western Continent’s Paradise Buddhist Country, and our Eastern Continent’s Human Dao Ancestral Court, are all established by ancient Saints, with the supreme Sage decrees suppressing them, and countless Grand Arrays protecting them, as fortified as Jiangtang, as steady as Mount Tai!"

As the two chat idly, they suddenly feel the ground beneath them slightly tremble, a surge of vast Primordial Qi emanating from the True Martial gateway.

Brother Li, the tall and thin Martial Saint, his face changes, looks up to the gateway: "Another lower realm fellow has ascended!"

Brother Wang, the stout Martial Saint, speaks with a hint of envy:

"These lower realm fellows are indeed fortunate!"

"As long as they succeed in ascension, they can directly secure a position at the Ancestral Court, unlike us in those days, to stay at the Ancestral Court, not only did we had to pass through layers of assessments, but also spent all our years of savings and even owed our Sect elders a favor."