Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 660: Han Xuanjiʼs Guidance, Undercurrents Surging

[Wang Ping: Third Layer Eternal Dao Lord, Cultivates the path of the Physical Body, possesses extraordinary talent for the structure of Combat Secret Treasures, and excellent talent for Artifact Refining.]

Everyone has their own unique talent to some extent; it’s just that this talent is often difficult to perceive.

Just like Wang Ping; perhaps in his own eyes, as a child of a great Family, he was an achiever of nothing and a piece of trash, but in reality, he just hadn’t found the right path.

In the crowd, Hun Cangfeng watched this scene and secretly had an expert who cultivated the Way of Laws probe Han Xuanji’s depth.

“It seems Hun Qianxue’s words were indeed just a bluff… I really thought this boy was someone significant, but he’s likely just a showy but superficial person.”

Those of the neutral faction in the Hun Family had indifferent expressions, secretly calculating in their hearts. It seemed that the relationship between Little Friend Han and Young Miss Qianling was indeed unusual. With the dual backing of Young Miss Qianling and the Family Head, his position in the Hun Family would surely be stable in the future. It appeared their previous gestures of goodwill were not a mistake.

In their view, Hun Qianxue’s position as the Family Head was already very stable, so befriending Han Xuanji was definitely the right move.

After Hun Qianling rebuffed Ling Feng, she turned to look at Han Xuanji. The coldness on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a gentle smile as she asked softly:

“Xuanji, are you alright? I was a bit emotional just now.”

Han Xuanji smiled faintly and shook his head:

“I’m fine, thank you. With you backing me up, I’ve been saved a lot of trouble.”

His tone was calm and natural, without the slightest awkwardness, as if the person who had just been protected behind someone else’s back wasn’t him at all.

Seeing him so composed, Hun Qianling couldn’t help but laugh:

“Why be so polite with me? You are a friend I brought here; naturally, I can’t let you be bullied. Besides, you are an S-Rank Prodigy personally appointed by my brother. How could we let these blind fools chatter away as they please?”

Their conversation clearly reached everyone’s ears. Those who questioned Han Xuanji, though dissatisfied, did not dare to say more and could only quietly suppress their contempt and defiance in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Ling Feng stood in the crowd, his eyes fixed on Han Xuanji, his fingertips tightening slightly, but he could only let the matter drop for now.

However, sooner or later, he would make everyone see clearly whether this S-Rank Prodigy was a true Genius or just a fraud.

After the disturbance, the banquet gradually returned to tranquility. The conversation was intentionally or unintentionally guided toward Han Xuanji and Ling Feng; the competition between Geniuses had always been a popular topic for gossip.

Some secretly speculated whether the two would have a direct confrontation in the future, while others guessed that Han Xuanji was unworthy of his reputation and waited to see him make a fool of himself.

Han Xuanji’s gaze crossed the crowd and landed on Wang Ping in the corner.

At this moment, Wang Ping was sitting alone, holding a wine cup with a somewhat lonely expression. He likely faced reprimand from his elders after speaking up for Han Xuanji earlier.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, these matters were internal struggles of the Hun Family. What business did their Wang Family have getting involved?

Wang Ping could only obediently take the scolding. He felt a bit defiant in his heart but didn’t dare to talk back.

Han Xuanji nodded slightly and said softly to Hun Qianling:

“Qianling, I’m going to have a few words with Brother Wang. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Han Xuanji turned and walked straight toward Wang Ping.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Ping looked up and saw Han Xuanji walking toward him. He was momentarily stunned and quickly stood up, looking somewhat constrained and even a bit at a loss:

“Brother… Brother Han? Why did you come over?”

In his view, Han Xuanji now held a noble status as the Hun Family’s S-Rank Prodigy, surrounded by the clan’s high-level members and Geniuses. Why would he specifically come to talk to a ‘trash’ like himself? Perhaps his meddling earlier had displeased Han Xuanji.

Han Xuanji walked to the table and sat down. He picked up the wine pot, poured himself a cup, and smiled faintly with a peaceful tone, devoid of any arrogance:

“What? Is Brother Wang not welcoming me?”

“No, no!”

Wang Ping hurriedly waved his hands, his face showing some embarrassment.

“I just… just didn’t expect Brother Han to come looking for me specifically.”

Hearing this, Han Xuanji put down his wine cup and looked at Wang Ping, his tone serious:

“Brother Wang must be joking. We met in the corner today and drank together; we are friends. Between friends, there is no distinction of status, let alone any looking down on one another. I, Han Xuanji, am not that snobbish.”

These words were like a warm current, instantly dispelling the constraint and loneliness in Wang Ping’s heart. He looked into Han Xuanji’s eyes, feeling a warmth in his heart as a relieved smile appeared on his face, and his tense body relaxed:

“Thank you for not looking down on me, Brother Han. I… I just feel like I’m too useless. As a direct descendant of the Wang Family, my cultivation is mediocre, and I’m not valued in the clan. I was afraid of embarrassing you as well.”

Han Xuanji shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of guidance:

“Brother Wang, you are mistaken. Everyone has their own unique talent; it’s just that many fail to perceive it or have simply chosen the wrong direction. You are not useless; you just haven’t found the path that suits you yet.”

Wang Ping was stunned, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes:

“A path that suits me? Brother Han, I… what talent could I possibly have? I Cultivate the path of the Physical Body, but my progress is slow, and I don’t understand the Way of Laws at all. Aside from eating, drinking, and having fun, I don’t seem to know how to do anything.”

“That’s not the case.”

Han Xuanji looked at him and spoke slowly:

“I noticed from your expression that you have a different level of focus on the various artifacts at the banquet. Why don’t you tell me, what hobbies do you usually have?”

Under Han Xuanji’s subtle guidance, Wang Ping thought carefully for a moment, then scratched his head with a bit of embarrassment and said:

“I… I don’t really have any special hobbies usually. I just like to collect all kinds of Combat Secret Treasures, whether they are new models or old ones. I enjoy collecting them and, in my spare time, I repeatedly observe and study their structures. Also, every time Qianhun City holds an Artifact Refiner competition, I go to watch. Seeing those Great Masters refine ordinary Materials into powerful secret treasures, I also ponder along with them, but I’ve never tried doing it myself.”

When talking about collecting secret treasures and observing Artifact Refining, the loneliness in Wang Ping’s eyes vanished, replaced by a bright light. His tone became excited; it was clear he truly loved these things.

Seeing this, a flash of realization crossed Han Xuanji’s eyes, and a smile curled on his lips:

“That’s it, Brother Wang. These aren’t actually useless hobbies; it’s your talent guiding you.”

“Talent?”

Wang Ping’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief:

“But I’ve never tried, and no one has ever told me.”

“Never having tried doesn’t mean you have no talent.”

Han Xuanji’s tone was certain as he brainwashed Wang Ping:

“Being able to easily remember the structures of various secret treasures and grasp the intricacies of the Artifact Refining process is a talent in itself.”

Han Xuanji’s words were like a sudden enlightenment, instantly waking the lost Wang Ping.

“Re… Really? Brother Han, can I really do it?”

Wang Ping looked at Han Xuanji, his eyes filled with excitement and hope.

“Of course you can.”

Han Xuanji nodded, his tone gentle yet firm:

“Talent is never strictly predestined. What’s more important is finding a direction and putting in the effort. In time, you will surely achieve something and make those who look down on you see you in a new light.”

Wang Ping nodded heavily, feeling that this was a true soulmate:

“Brother Han! I feel that those friends who have been with me for hundreds or thousands of years don’t understand me as well as you do…”

The two chatted for a while longer. Wang Ping listened very intently, and the smile on his face never faded. This scene also made a powerhouse from the Wang Family ponder secretly, thinking that the young master had indeed grown up, knowing to befriend such a Prodigy instead of mingling with ordinary people.

…

Halfway through the banquet, Han Xuanji felt that it was truly uninteresting. After saying a word to Hun Qianling, he left and returned to the Purple Soul Grotto-Heaven.

Compared to the clamor of the main hall, he was more accustomed to the tranquility of the Immortal Cave and cherished every minute of cultivation time.

Han Xuanji’s departure caught the attention of several people.

Among them were the resentful Ling Feng and some of Third Young Master Hun Qianchen’s spies.