I Can Give Talents

Chapter 231 – Departure Time

In the middle of their two-week spiritual pressure training, Vivian and Elder Bobori visited the Leyan family again, bringing along their six-year-old son, Jojori. While Elder Bobori had visited before, Leyvi had been in seclusion at the time and hadn't met him.

Vivian's visit had a specific purpose. She was deeply concerned about her younger sister, Lilian, who was preparing to enter a Mystic Realm. And why wouldn't she be? Mystic Realms were notorious for being both treasure troves of opportunity and harrowing deathtraps.

Leyvi, however, wasn't one for handling emotional discussions. He left everything to Anda, trusting her to comfort and convince Vivian. Anda assured her that Lilian's strength and talents made her a vital asset in the Mystic Realm. Eventually, Vivian—though still uneasy—reluctantly agreed.

As a close family, Vivian and Elder Bobori had been given the Spiritual Pressure Reforming Elixir a few years ago when Anda first made it. The elixir, a tier-4 alchemical product, was derived from one of the ancient formulas Leyvi had translated from the ancient steles. 

This elixir was a closely guarded secret, exclusive to the Leyan family for now. Anda had made it clear to Vivian and Elder Bobori that they must keep its existence confidential. She planned to release it to the public at the right time, but until then, its power remained within the family circle.

Including Nala, who had also missed the spiritual sense transformation window in the past, Vivian and Elder Bobori could now wield spiritual pressure thanks to the Spiritual Pressure Reforming Elixir. The elixir's unique properties recreated and emulated the bodily conditions experienced during a breakthrough to the Core Formation Realm, effectively granting cultivators a second chance to access the spiritual sense transformation window.

When Elder Bobori saw the group engaged in spiritual pressure training, his curiosity was piqued. He decided to join them and immersed himself in the training for a week.

What he discovered during this time left him utterly stunned. Whether it was Leyvi's spiritual pressure, Qi, or sheer physical strength, he was overwhelming in every aspect. Elder Bobori, a seasoned cultivator, found himself completely outclassed.

How could this be possible?

Leyvi had once been a disciple of the Mountain Dew Sect. The idea that someone as exceptional as Leyvi had remained unknown baffled him. Did the sect's system for identifying talent have a critical flaw?

His thoughts churned as he resolved to report this to Sect Master Gunung. Leyvi's extraordinary abilities were proof that the sect needed to refine their methods to ensure talents like him didn't slip through their grasp again.

Each day after training, Leyvi would set aside time to play with Jojori. Having not seen the boy in over three years, Leyvi was surprised at how much he had grown. The six-year-old spent most of his time running around the estate, playing with Scarlet's three daughters. Whether riding on their fluffy backs or chasing each other in endless games of tag, his laughter echoed through the grounds.

Meanwhile, during these two weeks, the seven ladies began to discover the unique talents Leyvi had recently gifted them, although they initially thought the voices they heard were their imagination. Each experimented with their newfound abilities, exploring the possibilities in their own ways—except for Selene. Upon realizing her incredible talent for healing, Selene immediately joined the spiritual pressure training sessions.

Her newfound powers greatly enhanced the group's efficiency, as she healed injuries and fatigue, allowing everyone to push their limits further. She felt a deep conviction stir within her—an undeniable sense that she had finally found her true calling: to use her gift to heal and bring relief to those in need.

Finally, the day of departure arrived.

"It's time for a new adventure! Hahaha!" Leyvi's voice boomed with excitement as he stepped out of the Leyan Family Mansion. It had been a long time since he'd ventured beyond its grounds, and he was eager for what lay ahead.

Behind him, Anda, Lilian, Valenia, and Ava followed, each prepared and eager to face the Mystic Realm.

As they gathered outside, Leyvi turned back to the mansion. A crowd had formed near the large doors to see them off, their faces a mix of sadness and concern.

"Why are you all looking so down? Haha, I know... you must be sad missing out on a great adventure like this." Leyvi grinned, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Don't worry. Next time, I'll bring everyone to travel the entire continent. How does that sound?"

"Yes, yes! I want to go! I miss traveling!" Hana chirped, hopping up and down excitedly.

Bana, watching his daughter, shook his head with a sigh. "Still so childish at your age…" Yet despite his words, a smile crept onto his face.

"Hehe. You promised, darling. Don't go back on your words later," Nala teased with a playful smirk. She almost joined Hana's enthusiasm but quickly stopped herself, placing a hand on her belly. I need to remember I'm pregnant, she reminded herself.

"Hahaha! I'm not lying," Leyvi replied with a laugh, "but maybe after I reach the Nascent Soul Realm."

From the side, Sawi chimed in confidently, "Leyvi, when you come back, I'll make sure to show you a fully functional fighting fox girl!"

"Well, you heard that Fantylia," Leyvi said, turning to the puppet. "Make sure to listen to her."

Fantylia's puppet face remained stoic as it still couldn't produce proper facial expressions, but her body language showed a hint of resignation.

For the past two weeks, Sawi's meticulous adjustments to the puppet's touch receptor array had been relentless. Fantylia had endured countless, drawn-out data-collection sessions. She knew all too well how exhausting Sawi's perfectionism could be.

Leyvi chuckled knowingly. Having once been the subject of Sawi's relentless measurement sessions, he empathized. "Good luck, Fantylia. You're going to need it."

Leyvi turned his attention to Selene, his tone both serious and encouraging. "When I come back, I'll need your help with my body training. I hope your healing ability becomes even more effective by then."

Selene nodded firmly, her round, bright eyes brimming with determination. She had no hesitation now that she had discovered her purpose. "I'll be ready. I'll make sure my ability is the best it can be."

Leyvi couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If he had more time, he could have advanced his body training even further—especially now that Mr. Bison had evolved into a high-level demonic beast. Paired with Selene's new healing talent, he could have repeated the brutal training regimen he'd undergone before: letting Mr. Bison ram him with full force, shattering his bones, while Selene rapidly healed him. The destructive cycle of breaking and rebuilding his body had proven highly effective in the past, albeit grueling.

"I'll look forward to it," he said with a small smile.

Nearby, Sayu, Fifi, and Nikita stood quietly, their expressions subdued. They knew the house would feel emptier without Leyvi and Anda around. Though none of them voiced it, they wondered the same thing. How long will it be before we see him again?

Seeing his other three women silent, Leyvi naturally couldn't leave without lifting their spirits. He turned to them with a playful grin and started joking around, quickly lightening the mood. Their smiles returned, and the atmosphere grew warmer as he teased them one by one.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lilian found herself locked in Vivian's tight embrace as her sister rattled off endless reminders about safety. Lilian could only nod repeatedly, a mix of resignation and affection in her expression. The sight of the Melon sisters hugging each other never failed to draw attention.

"Aunt Lilian, I want to go on an adventure too. Can I join?" Jojori asked innocently, tugging at her sleeve and looking up with wide, hopeful eyes.

Lilian seized the opportunity to escape Vivian's grip. Squatting down to Jojori's level, she gently stroked his hair and sent a sound transmission. "Aunt Lilian will take you on an adventure when you're older. Deal?"

"Promise?" Jojori asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Lilian nodded solemnly. "Promise."

Nearby, Anda was giving instructions to Dorin, her tone firm but trusting. "Dorin, while I'm away, you'll be in charge of all alchemy-related matters for the Leyan Family. I'm counting on you."

Dorin crossed her arms, her confidence practically radiating. Over the years, her abilities as an Alchemist Master had grown immensely, even with the two years she lost to the possession incident. Her reputation now solidified her as one of the most important figures in Bara City, though her trademark arrogance was something the citizens had long accepted.

"Hmph! So many people are clamoring for my products these days. I don't even have time to cultivate! What a hassle," Dorin grumbled dramatically. "Sigh, it's hard being this popular. I only want to deal with the handsome ones, but even the ugly ones come to me with their requests!"

Anda chuckled at Dorin's theatrics. "And yet, you still don't refuse them. You're much better than me in that aspect. I'd blacklist anyone I don't like in a heartbeat."

After cheering up the three ladies, Leyvi walked over to Tal, draping an arm around his shoulder. His tone became conspiratorial as he leaned in slightly. "Tal, you're twenty now—an adult. When are you going to propose to Tasya? If you wait too long, someone else might court her. Look at me—I married your Big Madam at your age."

Tal chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Master, you don't know Tasya like I do. She may seem obedient in front of you and Sister Anda, but with me, she's... different. She keeps playing hard to get, saying she'll only marry the best chess player on the continent."

Leyvi blinked in disbelief. "Is that so?" He was genuinely surprised. He had always thought of Tasya as a gentle and agreeable girl. "I didn't know she had such high standards... If that's the case, there's not much I can do to help you."

Leyvi sighed inwardly, a mix of sympathy and amusement flickering across his face. My poor disciple, you might remain a virgin for a long time.

Tal noticed the look on his master's face and could only smile wryly.

After some more lighthearted conversation, the group finally gathered to see them off.

Leyvi turned to Layla. His hand reached her face and softly touched her ear. "Lady Layla, please take care of everyone while we're away. I'm counting on you," he said in a gentlemanly tone.

Caught off guard by the sudden gentlemanliness, Layla got wet.