Cultivation Starting from Full Talent

Chapter 51: Chapter 50 Six Flying Needles

The expression on the elder from White Mist Mountain was quite odd, but he mechanically raised his hand to retract the magic tool that was a rope, and instantly Ning Daoran regained his freedom.

At this time, with the fall of Huanglong True Man, the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Array on the outskirts lost its mana support and was already swiftly collapsing.

“You… No… You’re not…”

The elder from White Mist Mountain was greatly shocked, but it was already too late to prevent everything from happening.

Ning Daoran employed the Wind Riding Leisurely Technique and, with a “swoosh,” rifled through Huanglong True Man’s corpse, grabbing a storage bag. In an instant, he leaped down from the top of First-class Pavilion.

After a stagger, holding the Qiushui Sword, he retreated several steps with a “thud thud thud,” appearing on the main street of Yellow Dragon Square, his face deathly pale.

“You! You…”

Outside First-class Pavilion, several Foundation Establishment Elders of Chaotic Sect were dumbfounded.

“Martial Uncle Huang.”

Ning Daoran gritted his teeth, “Don’t worry, it’s me… That old man with the surname Long just had bad luck. He ran out of life span right during body-snatching and died on the spot…”

“Really?”

Huang Chengyan was overjoyed.

Just then, a terrifying fiery red tunneling light swept from the direction of Chaotic Sect, and with a “boom,” it exploded into flames tens of feet high in the air.

After the light dissipated, a burly, unkempt elder appeared. Not wearing the elder clothes of the Inner Sect, he was dressed in a short shirt, his entire person looking like a vigorous child with white hair.

He had an excellent physique, standing there like a roaring great furnace.

The Great Elder, Gongyang Yan!

“Great Elder, you’ve finally come!”

An Outer Sect Foundation Establishment Elder said respectfully, “The elder from White Mist Mountain worked with Huanglong True Man to set a trap in the workshop, attempting to snatch the body of our Chaotic Sect disciple Ning Daoran. Fortunately, the body-snatching ceremony was not yet complete when Huanglong True Man, the old thief, died on the spot from exhaustion of life span.”

“I know!”

Gongyang Yan slightly raised an eyebrow and looked towards the elder from White Mist Mountain.

“Fellow Daoist, let me explain…”

The elder from White Mist Mountain was terrified.

“Listen to your mother’s explanation!”

Gongyang Yan made his move directly. The aura of the True Yang Furnace Technique surged, and a fiery palm slashed from the sky. Several top-grade spiritual artifacts flew out, wrapped in fierce flames, he took action directly!

The elder from White Mist Mountain was at Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, but his foundation was not solid enough. How could he be the match of Gongyang Yan, a Foundation Establishment Elder who had been a Great Cultivator for many years? He was taken down in just a few exchanges.

After the fiery palm sweep, the elder from White Mist Mountain was cut at the waist.

“Ah??!”

A crowd of onlookers was shocked.

The elder from White Mist Mountain didn’t bleed even a drop; at the severed waist, there were no internal organs, only some gears and metal-like things.

“A puppet?”

Huang Chengyan’s expression turned solemn, “The elder from White Mist Mountain has actually been refined into a puppet?”

Ning Daoran was startled, but after sorting it out in his mind it all made sense.

It must have been during the Fire Qilin hunt that the elder from White Mist Mountain was still himself, but afterwards he was captured by Huanglong True Man and refined into a puppet.

It was also since seeing the elder from White Mist Mountain again in Yellow Dragon Square that he felt his speech and expressions were somewhat strange. Although they were very lifelike, they were still slightly different from a living person.

Huanglong True Man’s Puppet Technique was extremely sophisticated; whether it was mana or Divine Soul, this elder from White Mist Mountain could almost deceive everyone.

“Hmph!”

Gongyang Yan reached out and took the storage bag from the elder of White Mist Mountain.

“Reporting to the Great Elder…”

Ning Daoran had a thought and respectfully said, “Previously when I was traveling outside with Elder Martial Brothers Lin Sheng, Lin Zhuojun, and Martial Sister Liu Ruyan, I was forced into an exchange by the elder from White Mist Mountain for a Second-stage Fire Attribute Demon Core. I don’t know if it’s still there.”

“Hmph!”

The corner of Gongyang Yan’s mouth twitched.

You, Ning Daoran, almost had your body snatched just a moment ago, the others would still be in shock, but you, instead, are still concerned about this?

He glanced over, took out the Fire Attribute Demon Core from the storage bag, and threw it to Ning Daoran.

The distinguished Inner Sect Great Elder, he wouldn’t care about such trivialities.

…

At this moment, a golden tunneling light came from the north.

“Whoosh!”

A stunningly beautiful figure appeared in front of everyone. She was wearing a light blue long dress, her face exquisite, too beautiful for words, pulsating with the aura of the Golden Core Early Stage.

It was none other than Jiang Yu, the Sect Master of Chaotic Sect, known as the Great Martial Sister!

“Greetings to the Sect Master!”

A group of elders and disciples paid their respects one after another.

Ning Daoran also followed suit.

“Mm.”

Jiang Yu swiftly moved forward to inspect the corpses of Huanglong True Man and the elder from White Mist Mountain, then approached the crowd.

“I’ve understood the situation. I never expected that Huanglong True Man, after lurking for many years and failing at Nascent Soul Formation, would actually resort to dangerous methods such as trying to extend his fate with body-snatching, even targeting a disciple of our Chaotic Sect.”

She stepped forward toward Ning Daoran with her slender and elegant legs, “Are you Junior Brother Ning?”

“Yes, I have seen the Great Martial Sister.”

“Mm.”

Jiang Yu’s eyes shimmered with golden light as she deeply looked at Ning Daoran, raising her jade hand onto his shoulder.

‘Testing me?’

Ning Daoran tensed up slightly, silently running his Concealing Breath Technique to its peak.

As per the old rules, his realm would stay at Qi Refining Seventh Layer, Second Level of Evergreen Technique, Small Accomplishment of Flame Sun Skill, and Small Success of Body Tempering Technique—levels that were slightly excellent, but not outstanding.

“Hum~~~”

Inside his body, the Eleventh Layer of Evergreen Technique was slightly disturbed, as the strand of Spiritual Energy introduced by Jiang Yu nearly made it uncontrollable.

Ning Daoran hurriedly suppressed it, causing only a small fluctuation.

“Not bad.”

Jiang Yu’s lips curled slightly, “Junior Brother Ning, your cultivation is quite impressive. I’ve heard that not only are you at the Late-stage Qi Refining but also a Second-level Spirit Farmer. Is that really so?”

“Reporting to Senior Sister, it is true.”

“Oh, if I get the chance, I’d really like to taste the Green Bamboo Spirit Rice grown by Junior Brother Ning himself.”

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Ning Daoran immediately slapped his Storage Bag and took out two hundred catties of Green Bamboo Spirit Rice.

Jiang Yu actually accepted it, directly putting it into her Storage Bag.

A group of Elders stood agape, thinking, good gracious, bribing the Sect Master in front of so many people, and it’s Ning Daoran who dared to do it!

“Alright, I’ve been negligent today and startled Junior Brother Ning in my role as Sect Master and Senior Sister. You go back to the mountain and have a good rest. Leave the rest to me.”

“Yes, Senior Sister.”

Under the escort of an Outer Sect Foundation Establishment Elder, Ning Daoran returned to Qiongbi Peak, the treatment was unusually high as this time the escort was actually an Outer Elder.

…

Wind Stopping Tower.

Jiang Yu slowly sat on the main seat’s wicker chair, exuding an air of dignity with a touch of dominance.

“Several Martial Uncles, is everything exactly as Ning Daoran described?”

“Indeed.”

Huang Chengyan respectfully said, “Reporting to the Sect Master, I have been stationed at the Wind Stopping Tower. Earlier, Master Ning notified me about an exchange meeting organized by the Ancestor of White Mist Mountain in the First-class Pavilion.

Master Ning is a cautious person, so I had two Foundation Establishment Junior Brothers come over from the mountain, yet, I still didn’t expect such a great mishap.

That Huanglong True Man suddenly exhibited a Third-tier low-grade Nine Yin Soul Gathering Array at the First-class Pavilion, trying to forcefully take over Master Ning’s body. We…”

His face full of guilt, he knelt on one knee, “We didn’t dare to confront a Golden Core Late Stage grandmaster; please, Sect Master, administer punishment.”

“Hmph!”

Jiang Yu said indifferently, “On our Chaotic Sect’s territory, while holding a Second-order Array in hand, to let that old thief Huanglong do as he pleases is indeed worthy of punishment. The four Elders involved will have two years of their monthly contributions revoked. You have no objections, right?”

“We have no objections, we abide by the Sect Master’s judgment!”

“That’s settled then, rise, all of you.”

Jiang Yu said, “Huanglong True Man’s support for the Long family has long been a curse upon Shanyang County, backed by a Gold Core Late Stage master previously, but now no more.

Since Huanglong True Man disregarded our Chaotic Sect and dared to seize the body of a disciple of our Chaotic Sect, then we need not be courteous.

Now, the Long family only has three Foundation Establishment masters in residence. I will take ten Foundation Establishment masters myself to the Long family, and we will get the compensation that our Chaotic Sect deserves.”

“Sect Master is wise!”

The Great Elder Gongyang Yan said with a sneer, “The Luo Family of White Mist Mountain isn’t any better; the Ancestor of White Mist Mountain once forcibly bought a Second-stage Fire Attribute Demon Core from Master Ning. Perhaps… I could lead a few Foundation Establishment masters there and uproot the Luo Family of White Mist Mountain?”

“That’s possible.”

Jiang Yu spoke quietly, “I’ve heard that the Luo Family of White Mist Mountain has a second-grade Ice Spiritual Root genius. If Uncle truly wishes to move against the Luo Family of White Mist Mountain, this child must not be spared.”

“I understand.”

Gongyang Yan nodded, “The news here will spread quickly; the sooner we act, the better. Let us set off now!”

Instantly, streaks of tunneling light left the Wind Stopping Tower.

One trail headed to the family estate of Huanglong True Man, while another took to the Luo Family of White Mist Mountain.

…

Evening.

The setting sun cast a beautiful glow across the land.

Ning Daoran lay on a bamboo recliner on the second floor, watching the residual glow of the sunset.

He reminisced about the runs beneath the setting sun from years ago, thinking how good it was to be alive. He certainly needed to raise his awareness of safety and consider more unforeseen factors.

The Cultivation World was perilous; this time it was just a Golden Core that emerged under the surveillance of Wind Stopping Tower.

The next time it might be a Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation; if he truly encountered one, his cultivation journey would indeed come to an end.

“Awoo~~~”

Big Stupid Deer reached out one of its forehooves and rubbed Ning Daoran’s shoulder, signaling that everything was okay now, it was all over.

“Mm.”

Ning Daoran turned his head toward the pond.

When he was being possessed, Little Blackie desperately rammed against the Spirit Beast Bag to save its master, even knocking off a few of its scales.

Whether it was an act or genuine, this protective instinct was appreciated. In the future, it would be better to cut down on the sour and spicy fish, to spare its fragile little heart from fright.

After dinner.

Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer were practicing underground, while Chen Weimo cultivated on the second floor.

“Master Ning!”

Outside, the voice of an Elder suddenly echoed.

Huang Chengyan, the Foundation Establishment Elder who guarded the Wind Stopping Tower, actually took the initiative to visit.

“It’s Martial Uncle Huang.”

Ning Daoran swiftly climbed to the surface, deactivated the Small Cloud Mist Array, and welcomed Martial Uncle Huang inside.

In the living room, Big Stupid Deer brewed tea while Ning Daoran sat on the floor with Huang Chengyan.

“Nephew, regarding today’s events…”

Shame was written all over Huang Chengyan’s face as he said, “Facing a great power at the Golden Core Late Stage… I must admit, as your Uncle, I lacked the courage to intervene. Please forgive my inaction, I truly…”

“I understand.”

Ning Daoran immediately responded, “Martial Uncle Huang, I really don’t blame you at all. The feeling of being oppressed by the terrifying spiritual pressure of a higher realm cultivator, I comprehend it all too well today. Not to mention you, even I had no thoughts of resistance.”

He frowned and spoke earnestly, “Uncle, if our places were exchanged, I think I would likely do the same. In such a situation, observing the changes is the most rational choice. If you had indeed attacked the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Array, the outcome might not have been as favorable as it is now.”

“Truly understanding, nephew…”

Huang Chengyan said, “But today, I, as your Uncle, am indeed filled with shame. If I don’t do something about it, I’d feel uneasy. Here, this is a small token of my sincerity. Please accept it, nephew!”

As he spoke, Huang Chengyan slapped his Storage Bag, and a small, exquisite brocade box flew out.

Inside the brocade box, six flying needles were neatly arranged, the tips gleaming coldly, exuding the aura of First-tier Top-Grade Magical Artifacts.