Cultivation Starting from Full Talent

At this moment, Ning Daoran, who was at the Late-stage Qi Refining, faced two choices.

One was to continue to conceal his cultivation and live a low-profile life farming.

The other was to reveal his Late-stage Qi Refining cultivation and then he could collect a copy of "Flame Sun Skill" for free from the Contribution Hall.

The Flame Sun Skill, like the Evergreen Technique, was a Yellow-rank top-grade cultivation technique; as long as one possessed a Fire Attribute Spiritual Root, one could cultivate it.

Moreover, the Flame Sun Skill was an original creation of the Chaos Ancestor, sharing common features with sword techniques. Once someone cultivated it successfully, they could force the Flame Sun Energy from their fingertips into fierce Sword Qi to attack their target.

Therefore, the senior brothers and sisters who cultivated on the mountain often raised their fingers, making "biubiubiu" sounds, leaving Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer who passed by in awe, exclaiming in admiration!

Ning Daoran intended to follow the path of Dual Cultivation with Wood and Fire, and the Flame Sun Skill was clearly a shortcut.

But in the end, he still chose to continue to farm and keep a low profile. With his current foundation of the Return to Nature Body Tempering Technique combined with the Seventh Layer of the Evergreen Technique, he was already unrivaled at his level; there was no need to aim too high.

As for the Flame Sun Skill, he could still claim and cultivate it in a few years when his realm was higher. After all, the accumulated wisdom of Refining Time would not disappear with time.

Once the timing was right, the moment he obtained the Flame Sun Skill and directly learned it to Return to Nature, his hard power would be laid out bare, and others, even if they wanted to take advantage of him, would probably find it impossible.

...

Atop Qiongbi Peak.

Chen Weimo had grown into an eight-year-old girl, running around the ridge in the skirt that Granny Yun Cui had made for her.

"Uncle Ning!"

"Uncle Lu!"

Every time she saw the man and the deer, the little girl immediately stood at attention and then rested at ease, determination shining in her eyes.

Ning Daoran naturally smiled and patted her little head, "Not bad at all, award-worthy!"

Sometimes he would give her a fruit, or he would take her to the backyard to catch fish.

Chen Weimo loved catching fish because Granny Yun Cui would make her a delicious Spirit Fish feast at night. Although the girl appeared beautiful on the outside, inside she was a little glutton.

"Ning Daoran, you shouldn't spoil her too much..."

Every time Granny Yun Cui saw Chen Weimo carrying fish away with a willow branch, she would laugh, "Those Spirit Fish are worth quite a bit, and it wasn't easy for you to raise them. It's better to sell more of them at the workshop to exchange for Spirit Stones. A little common fish and shrimp are good enough for Chen Weimo."

"Don't worry, Granny, my fish pond has a high yield; it won't miss a mouthful from Chen Weimo."

Therefore, Granny Yun Cui laughed and nodded, though in her heart she knew she owed a lot of favors.

Chen Weimo was lucky to also possess a Spirit Root, but it was an Eighth-grade Five Spirit Roots, which meant her prospects for reaching Foundation Establishment in this lifetime were slim. However, with the nurturing of Spirit Fish and Spirit Rice, perhaps she could reach the Late Stage of Qi Refinement, which would be sufficient.

At Spiritual Field No. 78.

Ma Quanyou was quite content having saved up some Spirit Stones.

His aptitude was extremely poor, so he never had to consider the matters of Foundation Establishment, always carrying Spirit Stones to the field.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, there are some shabby shelters on the eastern side of the workshop, inhabited by beautiful women. Do you know what they do?"

"I do."

Ning Daoran's gaze was indifferent: "They are a group of women with poor Spiritual Roots, who, in order to pursue the great Dao, are willing to sell their bodies..."

Ma Quanyou was taken aback, somehow lost for words by his description.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you are in the prime of your youth, filled with vigor. How about joining me to experience the tenderness of these fairies?"

Ma Quanyou licked his lips: "I often patronize the business of a fairy named Qiuyue. If you'd like to go, I could let go of my affection to let you also experience that sensation of desiring death and ecstasy..."

"Old Ma."

Ning Daoran said with seriousness, "Is it that you just don't feel up to it without someone to accompany you?"

"Ah?"

Ma Quanyou's old face turned red, and he cupped his fists before leaving.

It seemed that inviting an Outer Disciple to join in this venture was impossible.

At Spiritual Field No. 80.

The couple Hong Ming and Zhong Yan had been passionately affectionate over the past few years, with Hong Ming deeply indulging Zhong Yan, granting her every wish, and Zhong Yan serving Hong Ming quite dutifully.

However, sometimes when Zhong Yan was daydreaming on the field, looking out into the distance, a touch of longing and resentment would flash in her eyes.

At Spiritual Field No. 81.

The Spirit farmer named Huang Shan was still farming by day and cultivating bitterly at night, yet his cultivation had not progressed a bit for years.

...

On this day, the sky was overcast, and dark clouds rolled in, a sign that a storm was imminent.

In the evening, in a secret chamber twenty zhang deep.

Ning Daoran practiced his stance training while using tamed sparrows to keep abreast of the situations inside and outside the mountain.

Outside the Mountain Gate, two men dressed in plain clothes had been loitering for two days, their behavior odd and suspicious.

Finally, when Ning Daoran maneuvered a sparrow to take a closer look, he overheard their conversation.

"Boss, is the lead really true? Was the person who killed the Third Master seven years ago really from the Chaotic Sect?"

"Second Brother, the Big Master and Second Master sent us here to investigate this matter, so why bother asking me? The lead has pointed to the Chaotic Sect all along.

All we need to do is find a way to check their Contribution Hall records, then we'll know who passed through Qingniu Town on the day the Third Master died."

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, "The Big Master said, as long as we find a suspect, that's enough. Of course, we dare not provoke the Chaotic Sect. But as long as this person leaves the sect, we will have a chance to capture them outside, and whether we flay or skin them is at our discretion!"

"Since we are not really seeking to provoke the Chaotic Sect, let me think of another plan. I happen to have a few friends... Getting some information from the Chaotic Sect shouldn't be difficult."

...

Black Wind Village bandits had the audacity to come knocking on their door!

Ning Daoran left the Mountain Gate alone.

In the dense woods, with two swift chops of his hands, he easily took down the two bandits, then immediately performed a Soul Search!

Under the capably executed Soul Searching Technique of Return to Nature, the figures of the Big Master and Second Master of Black Wind Village appeared in his mind.

The Third Master was originally the beloved brother of the Big Master's favorite concubine, having climbed the ranks through his sister's influence. After the Third Master died, that concubine threw tantrums for a long while.

The Big Master doted on this concubine and couldn't bear to force her, even though he was desperately holding back his desires. Over the years, he continuously sent people to investigate, and finally, they recently received news that someone from the Chaotic Sect had passed through that area of the woods.

Soon, they would trace it back to Ning Daoran.

"Dammit… this isn't good!"

Ning Daoran, killing the mountain bandits with each thrust of his spear, although these two had never killed anyone, they had done plenty to aid and abet, and their deaths were of no consequence.

Deep into the night, at Spiritual Field Courtyard No. 77.

Ning Daoran felt even more anxious after telling Big Stupid Deer about the situation.

Outside, thunder roared and rain lashed down, making it impossible for Ning Daoran to sleep.

He got up to practice his stance and push forward his cultivation, but he couldn't meditate no matter what.

It was simple, his mind wasn't at peace!

Suddenly, Ning Daoran made up his mind, quickly stood up, and shook Big Stupid Deer awake, saying in a deep voice, "Old Lu, someone's got their sights on us brothers, wanting to take us down. Can you tolerate this?"

"Ow~~~"

Big Stupid Deer let out a long neigh, tens of "X" shaped veins bulged on his forehead; of course, he couldn't tolerate it—strike first to gain the upper hand!

"Old Lu, grab your things; we're going down the mountain!"

Ning Daoran immediately spent over four thousand years of Refining Time, cultivating the "Trivial skills" of the Invisibility Technique and Sound Absorption Technique to perfection. Then, he strapped the Azure Dragon Spear onto Big Stupid Deer's back and, holding an umbrella, stepped out the door.

...

After leaving the Chaotic Sect, he immediately changed into another set of clothes.

Dressed in a dark robe, covered with a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding the Azure Dragon Spear.

At that moment, Ning Daoran really looked like a wandering swordsman of Jianghu.

After rushing for over a hundred li, he could see scattered lights on a distant mountain—that was Black Wind Village.

"Old Lu."

Ning Daoran patted Big Stupid Deer's rain-soaked neck and whispered, "I'll sneak into the village alone. You use your Earth Tunneling to follow me. Don't get too close, and don't act unless I make a mistake, got it?"

"Ow~~~"

Big Stupid Deer softly hooted, signaling that big brother could rest assured, I understand.

And so, amidst a downpour, Ning Daoran deployed the Concealing Breath Technique, the Invisibility Technique, and the Sound Absorption Technique, all at perfect level, and his figure seemingly disappeared without a trace as he infiltrated the mountain village.

Big Stupid Deer lifted its hooves, its whole body directly plunging into the ground—the Mountain Bashing Deer's innate Earth Tunneling Divine Ability was truly mysterious.

...

Black Wind Village, a large village that instilled terror in an area spanning hundreds of li.

It was said the Big Master was at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement and that the Second Master was at the Eighth Layer. In the surrounding area of ten li or so, their notoriety was well-known. Their names were so fierce they could even stop a baby's cries!

During the day, Black Wind Village had looted a merchant convoy and reaped a bountiful harvest, just having had a victory feast.

In the heavy rain, a figure holding an umbrella staggered toward the side rooms.

It was the Second Master.

Full from eating and drinking, he just wanted to quickly return to his room to attend to his two concubines.

"Chunxiang, Qiuyue, I'm coming."

Stepping under the corridor eaves, he put away his umbrella and tossed it aside. He then noticed there was no light in the room.

"Not even lighting the lamp; don't you want your man to come back?"

The Second Master was already annoyed after being mocked by the Big Master at the feast.

Now, seeing that the two concubines hadn't lit the lamp to wait for him, the fire in his heart immediately flared up.

"Damn it, open the door for me!"

He kicked the door, breaking the latch in the process, and a gust of cold wind quickly filled the room.

No one responded.

"What, did you all die in your sleep?!"

The Second Master couldn't have imagined that someone could sneak into the village; buoyed by his drunkenness, he boldly stepped into the room.

Just as he entered, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the buzz from the alcohol quickly dissipated by half!

In the pitch-black room, a figure leaped from above, deftly hanging from the beam, and then a dark object made a sharp whooshing sound as it hurtled toward him!

Blood Qi surged, and Ning Daoran's arms tensed, he was unleashing his full power with this strike!

"What the…"

The Second Master felt a cold terror, he had no time to dodge as a numbness spread across his face, followed by the loss of all sensation.

The momentum of that spear was too fierce; with one thrust, it smashed the Second Master's head into smithereens!

Meanwhile, in the room, two beautiful concubines lay asleep on the bed, both having been subjected to the Soul Search Technique.

Ning Daoran closed the door, performed a Soul Search on the Second Master's body, and immediately took all of the Second Master's possessions from under the stove. His figure vanished into the night and the pouring rain.

...

Deep in the village, in the most luxurious tower, the Big Master's residence.

The Big Master, a Great Cultivator close to perfecting the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, unlike the Second Master, was only fond of his favorite woman. But recently, his favorite woman had not let him touch her. It was just as well, so as not to be distracted by lust from his cultivation.

Just then, having returned from the feast, the Big Master vibrated his body lightly, making the Spiritual Power flow and shaking off much of the drunkenness, then stepped up the stairs, making his way to the practice room on the tower.

The night was deep and quiet, the best time for cultivating.

"Creak…"

As he opened the door, there was a whistling sound, sharp and loud like a wild beast's long neigh, a shadow rushed directly at the Big Master's face!

"Trouble!"

In an instant, the Big Master's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and the oppressive force of the air made his face distort violently.