Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 542 - 540 Burning Wild True Monarch

Ning Daoran lightly clasped his hands together and smiled, "I am Independent Practitioner Ning. Chen Sanli, Immortal Chen and I have been friends for many years. I hope Fellow Daoist would be willing to spare Chen Sanli. I am willing to buy Immortal Chen’s life for a hundred thousand Spirit Stones. May I inquire about Fellow Daoist’s opinion on this?"

"A hundred thousand Spirit Stones to buy Chen Sanli’s life?"

Burning Wild True Monarch frowned and said, "Does Fellow Daoist think too highly of himself? Besides, Chen Sanli is a Late-stage Baodan Martial Artist. His life is worth more than a hundred thousand Spirit Stones. As you can see, there are at least eight hundred if not a thousand cultivators who’ve besieged Zhenxian Tower. How could a hundred thousand Spirit Stones be enough to split among them? Furthermore..."

He raised his hand and gently stroked the head of the female ghost in a black cloak beside him, smiling, "My concubine has been longing for the taste of Chen Sanli’s Late-stage Baodan Blood Essence. If she doesn’t get her feast, I too would be displeased..."

"Senior True Monarch Burning Wild speaks the truth!"

A Golden Core Mid-stage Robbery cultivation snickered, "This Independent Practitioner Ning, relying on his early Nascent Soul status, acts so arrogantly. Does he really think he can take on so many of us alone?"

"Exactly! If we all attack together, even if he is at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, he might not be able to kill us all!"

"Fellow Daoist speaks the truth. If we join forces, this man will surely flee in a panicked retreat!"

"Chen Sanli must die! Today, his head must hit the ground, and I mean it!"

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Ning Daoran continued to step forward, glancing indifferently at Burning Wild True Monarch, and took a look at the Fierce Ghost he was keeping, "Fellow Daoist turns out to be a Ghost Cultivator? I see the flesh and blood of many Condensed Liquid Realm and above Martial Artists outside Zhenxian Tower has been devoured—it must be the doing of this Fierce Ghost you are cultivating, right?"

"So what if it is?"

True Monarch Burning Wild, bolstered by numerous cultivators, spoke with arrogance and a straightened spine, "I advise Fellow Daoist not to meddle in business that isn’t yours. The waters of Wuzhou are not for a Loose Cultivator like you to wade in."

"What if I insist on taking Immortal Chen away?"

"Then don’t blame us for being rude!"

Burning Wild True Monarch’s eyes went cold as he directly summoned a blood-colored Flying Sword. It seemed to be a Third-tier top-grade magic treasure, not a Spiritual Treasure, which shows his mediocre status within the Nascent Soul stage; no wonder he ended up as a lackey for the Lingnan King.

"Kill!"

The crowd roared in unison, as countless treasures struck from all directions.

"Old Lu, protect Immortal Chen!"

Big Stupid Deer responded and dashed out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, crushing forward with Nascent Soul Spirit Pressure. Numerous magic treasures dropped from the sky, unable to penetrate the Nascent Soul Field conjured by Big Stupid Deer.

Ning Daoran stepped forward, and beneath him, golden ripples surged. Above him, light rain descended. Although it appeared resplendent, it was, in fact, his Nascent Soul Spirit Pressure!

Where the Spiritual Pressure passed, Robbery cultivators froze like wooden chickens, with those of slightly lower cultivation levels being directly suppressed and killed on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist Fen Ye, how foolish are you!"

Ning Daoran closed in with one step, and Big Green Dragon pierced the sky with a spear strike!

"You..."

True Monarch Burning Wild was shocked, hastily blocking with the small blood-colored sword. However, it was unable to withstand the assault and flew away as sparks burst. Big Green Dragon then landed upon his recently summoned Inner armor.

"Pfft!"

True Monarch Burning Wild spat out blood cleanly. His eyes widened in disbelief, as if seeing a ghost. The opponent was indeed at the Nascent Soul stage, but was this the power a Nascent Soul Early Stage should have? Is this correct? Is this reasonable? Why was his physical strength much stronger than that of a Late-stage Baodan Martial Artist? Could it be...

In the next second, True Monarch Burning Wild saw a blood-colored Nascent Soul emerge behind Ning Daoran, with Dragon Horns and an exceedingly ferocious and evil appearance.

Dragon Demon Martial Infant!

"Ah!?"

At this moment, even Chen Sanli was dumbfounded.

Was it only a mere few decades passed, and Ning Daoran had already advanced to become a Primordial Chaos Early Stage Martial God? Moreover, he practiced Dual cultivation of magic and body; apart from being a Primordial Chaos Early Stage Martial Arts Grandmaster, he was also a legitimate Nascent Soul Early Stage Great Cultivator!

A lot can change in three days; one should look at someone with new eyes. But for Master Qiu Shui, one should kneel and bow after three days.

Only now did Chen Sanli realize the gap between Ning Daoran and himself had become unimaginably vast. No wonder the other party dared to take action so boldly, not fearing the power of the Lingnan King.

"Independent Practitioner Ning, spare my life!"

True Monarch Burning Wild saw the opportunity quickly, spit fresh blood, and promptly sacrificed a Bone Shield, shouting, "Junior has realized his mistake. If Senior wants to take Chen Sanli away, just do so. Junior will have no second word!"

"Too late!"

Ning Daoran struck hard with his spear, smashing True Monarch Burning Wild’s head into a burst melon.

"Whoosh!"

The Nascent Soul tried to escape the body but was immediately hit with a Third-tier High-Grade Breaking Prohibition Talisman!

It must be said, Ning Daoran’s technique of activating the Forbidden Breaking Talisman at the very last moment was becoming increasingly skilled. He grabbed Burning Wild True Monarch’s Nascent Soul and stuffed it into Little Qing’s mouth. The sequence of actions was smooth as flowing water.

"Roar~~~"

Upon Chen Sanli’s death, the Fierce Ghost beside him regained freedom, violently threw off the cloak, revealing a hideous face, and its aura surged wildly, reaching the Fourth Order Early-stage Evil Spirit realm!

Goodness, this person was even better at Ghost Cultivation than himself!

Ning Daoran’s eyes widened in astonishment. Feeling that since he had already made a move today, there was no reason to shrink back. He slapped his Storage Bag, and Array Flags and Array Plates flew out in all directions. In a blink of an eye, he set up a Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation as well as a Falling Star Array.

"Not good!"

A Late-stage Golden Core cultivator roared in anger, "This person is also a Fourth Order Array Master, with such strong Array Power. This array is..."

In the next moment, countless stars fell from the sky, indiscriminately striking down all the Robbery cultivators!

Ning Daoran never had a good impression of Robbery cultivation; coming across them, he took care of them all, leaving no future troubles!

For a moment, the Falling Star Array revealed its divine might.

Slaying a Nascent Soul might take a bit more effort, but vanquishing a Golden Core was like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood; in the blink of an eye, even a Late-stage Golden Core cultivator was swept away by the Array Power of the Falling Star Array, their body blurring into a mess of flesh and blood, with even their Protective Magical Treasure utterly useless.

"Run!"

A Robbery cultivation cultivator shouted in a disheveled state: "Such a vicious person, actually wanting to kill all of us!"

Ning Daoran couldn’t help but laugh. He had killed tens of thousands of Demon Cultivators on White Dragon Mountain, and what was happening before him was just a minor scene.

"Your life is mine!"

The Fourth-Tier Early Stage Fierce Ghost roared angrily, with chilling winds swirling behind and Yin Qi shooting up into the sky, even obscuring the light of the sun and moon. Her body swelled up, transforming into an enormous ghostly figure that loomed over Ning Daoran, its pitch-black maw seemed ready to swallow him whole at any moment.

A little scary.

"Fortunately, we have this big sister!"

Some of the Robbery cultivators felt relieved: "She’s a Fourth-Tier Evil Spirit, she should be able to suppress that Independent Practitioner Ning a bit, we have a chance to live, hurry and break out, there’s no time to delay!"

However, in the next moment, Ning Daoran unleashed the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique.

"Boom!"

His body became scorching hot, glowing with a golden light, as if a deity had descended to earth. His whole being turned into a giant, blistering furnace, with nine Great Suns suspended behind him, sweeping out with an overwhelming masculine energy, precisely the most feared thing for Evil Spirits and Fierce Ghosts.

"Ah~~~"

The Fourth-Tier Early Stage Fierce Ghost nearly had her ghostly eyes burned blind, never before had she seen such fierce Yang Qi, not even when she used to disguise as a little girl to suck away the Yang Qi from lustful young men!

A ghost’s desire for Yang Qi is like a kitten’s yearning for a flame—the tiny flame may warm in the winter, but a blazing inferno can be fatal!

"Die!"

Ning Daoran lifted his palm, and instantly a fiery, scorching True Yang Palm Seal descended from the sky, pressing down hard on the head of the Nascent Soul Female Ghost. Then, the sounds of her skull melting and breaking were heard, accompanied by the Female Ghost’s piercing, shrill screams. Her body and Yin Qi quickly evaporated into nothingness, completely vaporized by the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique in the blink of an eye!

A single move, and it was over!

"..."

Inside the Storage Bag, within the Green Ghost Flag.

Little Qing shivered with fear.

She had originally thought that, since this young master was so brutal by nature, she would mix in with him in the Cultivation World for a while, and when she advanced to the Nascent Soul or even the Late Stage Nascent Soul, she would find an opportunity to escape, and perhaps even have a chance to eliminate him.

Now it seems...

Forget it, staying with the young master was not that bad, no wonder Sister Little Bai was so submissive to him, doing whatever he asked, not even hesitating over things like warming his bed.

"Damn it! The Nascent Soul Evil Spirit is dead too!"

Many Robbery cultivation cultivators lamented, their hearts filled with despair.

Meanwhile, Chen Sanli, who was protected by the Cold Dragon Stone Plate, stood with his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

Just how ferocious was this Daoist Fellow Ning? Not only had he killed the Burning Wild True Monarch with three strikes, but he also one-shotted a Fourth-Tier Early Stage Evil Spirit!

Chen Sanli was profoundly shocked. What does it mean to be a peerless genius, a towering figure? This was it!

...

Tens of breaths later.

Nearly a thousand Robbery cultivation cultivators were all slain, with no one surviving.

Chen Sanli and a group of surviving Martial Artists stood dumbfounded.

Ning Daoran swept his sleeve lightly: "Don’t waste it, eat it all."

"Yes, young master!"

Little Qing floated out, her mouth opening wide as an abyss, indiscriminately sucking in the blood essence of those Robbery cultivation cultivators.

Yet, having followed Ning Daoran for a long time and knowing the clear divide between love and hate in his nature, she did not touch the bodies of the Martial Artists from Zhenxian Tower on the ground, for she knew that doing otherwise might result in her being killed on the spot by the young master, just like that Fourth-tier Early Stage sister.

Little Qing never doubted Ning Daoran’s ruthlessness.

"Collected!"

Ning Daoran lifted his hand slightly, and in an instant the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation and the Falling Star Array retracted, with Array Flags and Array Plates flying from all directions into the Storage Bag.

"Immortal Chen."

He withdrew the Cold Dragon Stone Plate and said, "This is as far as I can help you. This Zhenxian Tower is being watched by the Lingnan King; you absolutely cannot return. I wonder what your plans are, Immortal Chen. Will you try your luck at the Imperial City Martial Temple, or..."

"I am utterly disheartened."

Chen Sanli’s face showed shame, speaking: "I now see the light; what good end can there be for us who cultivate both literary and martial arts, to sell them to the royalty? I, Chen Sanli, have decided to forge swords into ploughshares, staying far away from the contentious Jianghu."

"That’s good as well. Lin Guo chose to seclude himself too, and I think that’s for the best. When Sangyu Country settles down, it won’t be too late for you to make a name for yourselves again."

"Lin Wuxian isn’t dead?"

Chen Sanli’s expression brightened.

"Indeed, a few years ago, I saved him in the Martial Temple."

"Good, that’s very good!"

Chen Sanli knelt and knocked his head: "Thank you, Senior Ning, for preserving Lin Guo for our Sangyu Country..."

Ning Daoran then said nothing more and floated away, returning to Dongming City.