Cultivation Starting from Full Talent

Chapter 83: Chapter 81: Seven Deadly Poisons (Seventh Update! Request for First Subscription!)@@novelbin@@

“Boom—”

A light sound rang out as Old Ghost Huo’s Red Jade Plate finally shattered under the relentless assault.

“You actually concealed your cultivation level!”

Old Ghost Huo’s eyes were bloodshot, and he hadn’t expected that as a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Elder, he wouldn’t only fail to defeat Ning Daoran, but would instead fall into a disadvantage during the prolonged battle, even shattering the Protective Spirit Artifact that he was so proud of.

However, in reality, Ning Daoran hadn’t hidden his cultivation level; he was genuinely at the Early-stage Foundation Establishment.

It was just that his foundation in this stage was far too deep and far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

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“Die!”

Old Ghost Huo flipped his palm, revealing a Magic Device Seal, and struck again.

Ning Daoran sensed that Chen Wu’s presence had disappeared in the distance and decided not to delay any longer. He raised his hand and shot a Cloudless Arrow through the sky!

“Hidden Weapon!?”

Old Ghost Huo turned ashen and retreated rapidly, his heart pounding as he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.

Pulled by a thread of blood, a piece of broken porcelain whirled swiftly, slicing through the membrane and flesh!

For a moment, Old Ghost Huo’s face turned pale with horror.

Ning Daoran lightly hoisted his Azure Dragon Spear, the power of the Eleventh Layer Evergreen Technique whirling intensely. Under the transformation of the True Yang Furnace Technique, it turned into flame as red and intense as molten lava, engulfing Old Ghost Huo’s body in an instant.

Both cultivators trained in the Fire Spirit Root, but upon contact with the True Yang Intense Flame, Old Ghost Huo’s skin cracked and split open, his face turning deathly pale.

“Ning Daoran, you…”

In the next second, Old Ghost Huo’s Protective Magic Robe turned to ash, followed by his skin and flesh, and even his Divine Soul trembled and scorched under the pure True Yang Intense Flame.

In a few breaths, the dignified Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator collapsed on the spot, reduced to ashes!

Ning Daoran swept past, collecting Old Ghost Huo’s Storage Bag and a pair of top-grade inner armor into his sack.

…

As he turned back, a figure stood ten zhang away in the air.

Wang Family’s Ancestor had returned; he had already claimed Chen Wu and Xin Lei’s Storage Bags for himself, watching Ning Daoran from afar with a hint of intrigue in his eyes.

“Young Friend Ning…”

Wang Family’s Ancestor’s gaze was cold, “You are a Foundation Establishment Elder of the Chaotic Sect, and I have had dealings with your sect. Originally, I had no intention to trouble you, so you need not be nervous.”

“So it turns out…”

Ning Daoran’s tense expression relaxed slightly, “Just now, before Old Ghost Huo took action, he claimed that today’s trip to the Secret Realm was a trap set up by him and Fellow Daoist Wang, but it now seems that it was just a bluff meant to distract me.”

“You guessed correctly.”

Wang Family’s Ancestor looked at the ashes that were once Old Ghost Huo, his expression icy, “This person has always been deceitful. I’ve only met him a few times, and I never expected him to ambush Fellow Daoist Ning. It was beyond my expectations.”

“I too was quite startled.”

Ning Daoran frowned and said, “It seems that although I have cultivated in the mountains and have a solid foundation, my experience in the world is still lacking; I can only blame my own carelessness just now.”

“Don’t you know what that paper magic spell you just used was?” Wang Family’s Ancestor began probing.

“A trivial skill, really.”

Ning Daoran looked towards the entrance of the Secret Realm and spoke, “Since Fellow Daoist Wang has already obtained the Chi Long Ding, and I have obtained Old Ghost Huo’s Storage Bag, perhaps we should call it a day with today’s exploration of the Secret Realm. I will now leave the realm and return to the sect.”

“Fellow Daoist, wait…”

Wang Family’s Ancestor sighed and said, “We have come this far through dangers, don’t you want to see the ultimate treasure of the Qingyun Secret Realm? This Chi Long Ding is merely a common treasure along the way.”

“Is there another treasure?”

“Indeed.”

Wang Family’s Ancestor raised his hand towards the end of the stairway above, saying, “Decades ago, I once came here and found there was a treasure box hidden deep at the pinnacle of the podium. But that box is heavy and cannot be extracted by one person alone.

Since I share old ties with the Chaotic Sect, and we are fated, why don’t we join hands to retrieve the treasures from the box? Afterwards, I can also share the Chi Long Ding with you. What do you think?”

Ning Daoran’s eyebrows knitted together, showing a hesitant and intrigued expression.

“Young Friend Ning, life presents so few of these opportunities. Maybe the treasure box contains the opportunity for Core Formation. Don’t you have any thoughts about forming your core?”

Ning Daoran pretended to be persuaded but remained quite hesitant, “Since Fellow Daoist puts it that way, naturally I should not refuse; however, for safety, I’d like to verify your identity.”

Saying this, he took out a Sound Transmission Talisman from his Storage Bag and pushed it towards the other, “Please leave a seal on this Sound Transmission Talisman. I will then release it to return to the sect and notify them of my situation, how about that?”

“You are indeed very cautious!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor praised, smiling, “With such a mentality, what concerns are there about achieving the Dao?”

As he said this, he lightly imprinted a seal inside the Sound Transmission Talisman and smiled, “Please proceed!”

Ning Daoran slightly opened his mouth and spoke a few words to the talisman before letting it fly. The talisman immediately transformed into a beam of light heading towards the entrance of the Secret Realm.

“Hmph…”

Wang Family’s Ancestor smirked as he had once tried the same, but the released Sound Transmission Talisman kept flying around within the Secret Realm, unable to find its way out.

Within the Secret Realm, the mana magnetic field was disordered, making it impossible for the talisman to discern direction.

“Now, we can work together with confidence,” Wang Family’s Ancestor smiled.

“Hmm.”

Ning Daoran said, “This is my first time coming to the Qingyun Secret Realm, I will follow Fellow Daoist’s arrangements.”

“As it should be, let us quickly collect the treasure, this place is not suitable for a long stay!”

“Fellow Daoist speaks wisely!”

…

Not long after, the two flew to the top of the high platform.

Indeed, at the center of the top of the platform, there appeared a deep abyss that seemed to be an artificially chiseled mechanism. Looking down into the abyss, one could sense the surge of powerful mana.

Ning Daoran activated his Divine Sense to scan around, and indeed, at the bottom of the abyss was a black, heavy iron box.

“This treasure box weighs more than ten thousand catties, and it is protected by prohibitions.”

Wang Family’s Ancestor said gravely, “You and I must bind both ends of the treasure box with treasures and then exert force from both sides simultaneously to retrieve this supreme treasure.”

Ning Daoran was astonished, “This cave is at least thirty meters deep, not to mention that we don’t have such long treasures, even if we did, they might not be able to withstand the weight of ten thousand catties plus the prohibitions.”

“You need not worry about this matter, young friend.”

Wang Family’s Ancestor slapped his Storage Bag, and two golden ropes floated out from it, one of which he slowly pushed over wrapped in mana, smiling, “These are top-grade spiritual artifacts, golden silk ropes, I have two of them. They were refined from top-grade materials I collected over decades, precisely for a day like today. Young Friend Ning, I shall lend you one of these ropes for now, but it must be returned after use.”

He felt somewhat embarrassed, “After all, I am a Loose Cultivator from a family and do not have such deep roots, naturally incomparable to renowned sects like yours.”

“You are too humble, Fellow Daoist.”

Ning Daoran gently lifted his hand, wrapped the golden silk rope in mana, and after repeatedly scanning it with Divine Sense to ensure there was no tampering, he finally grasped it with his palm.

“Let us begin.”

Wang Family’s Ancestor flicked the golden silk rope in his hand, and under the wrapping of mana, one end of the rope, as if sentient, plunged into the abyss and swiftly tied one end of the treasure box firmly.

Ning Daoran did the same, casting a Control Technique, and soon his golden silk rope also extended downward, eventually binding the other end of the treasure box.

“Let us exert our forces together!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor nodded slightly and began to tighten the golden silk ropes with his spells.

Ning Daoran, too, held the golden silk ropes with both hands, pulling up the treasure box together with the other.

The ten thousand catties were indeed no exaggeration, and soon Ning Daoran’s forehead bulged with veins, his complexion turning slightly pale.

When the iron box was lifted halfway, the treasure box seemed to become even heavier.

At the same time, a strand of deep green poison suddenly spread rapidly along Ning Daoran’s hands towards his arms, rendering him momentarily breathless.

‘This is bad…’

Ning Daoran looked utterly alarmed.

“It’s too late to notice now!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor looked up, his aged face breaking into a hideous smile, “Thinking of sharing the treasure with this old man? You’re not worthy! The golden silk rope was long tempered with the colorless and odorless Seven Kills Poison. Young fool, rest in peace!”

His body flickered and disappeared from the spot, followed by a giant crimson hand descending from above, viciously striking at the top of Ning Daoran’s head!

“Behold the Daluo Blood Hand!”

Under the overwhelming spiritual pressure, Ning Daoran could not move a muscle, and his body was directly reduced to powder under the blood hand!

However, there was no scene of blood and flesh flying.

Instead, Ning Daoran’s shattered body turned into shreds of paper.

“This is bad!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor shuddered, just to see a deep blue figure descending from above, wielding an Azure Dragon Spear heavily towards his head!

In a moment of anger and embarrassment, he had been deceived by a Paper Substitute again!

“You are undeniably dead today!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor shouted, retreating while triggering a Divine Speed Talisman, and then magic artifacts and spiritual artifacts flew out in rapid succession from his Storage Bag.

Moreover, he suddenly slapped his Spirit Beast Bag, and immediately a strong aura of a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Demon Beast surged, as a huge cyan figure emerged into the open sky!

Wind Wolf, a Second-rank Late-stage Spiritual Beast.

It was rumored in the Qingzhou Cultivation World that Wang Family’s Ancestor possessed a Beast Taming technique and had raised a Wind Wolf with combat power comparable to Quasi Core for many years.

This Wind Wolf rarely showed itself, but in the Wang Family, it was regarded as a Clan Guardian Beast level existence.

A Late-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator, coupled with a Wind Wolf with combat power comparable to Quasi Core, such a force would cause concern among the typical sects across Qingzhou!

Ning Daoran instantly released five Paper Substitutes, transforming into five figures of Paper Cultivators, entangling the Wind Wolf, while he himself activated the Wind Riding Leisurely Technique, turning into a stream of tunneling light racing towards the entrance of the Secret Realm!!

“Thinking of escaping, dream on!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor cast multiple spell techniques, significantly enhancing his tunneling speed, and with the effect of a Second-Order Divine Speed Talisman, his overall speed even gained the upper hand!

As the distance between them closed, the whistling sounds of two attack and defense spiritual artifacts were chilling!

One was a green short blade, and the other was an offensive and defensive spiritual pendant resembling a fiery red stamen.

Without a moment’s thought, Ning Daoran instantly poured his mana into his inner armor, and immediately the outline of a First-tier Top-grade Silver Scale Armor appeared around his body, with a “pom pom” sound, he took two attacks from his opponent!

“I’d like to see how many times your inner armor can withstand these attacks!”

Wang Family’s Ancestor manipulated the spiritual artifacts to continuously attack, his eyes filled with confidence, as fighting a Late-stage Foundation with an Early-stage Foundation, bridging across two tiers, especially since the opponent was already terrified, this Combat Encounter was almost certainly a victory.