Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 334 - 332 Reunion After a Long Separation

Chapter 334: Chapter 332: Reunion After a Long Separation

Chapter 334 -332: Reunion After a Long Separation

The demon’s face contorted violently in the wind, accompanied by a left hook followed by a right hook, immediately causing its entire head to start twisting, resembling a rubber toy.

Ning Daoran’s gaze was ice cold, his inner energy of Blood Qi Power bursting continuously. Although the strength of Blood Qi Martial Artists was effective against this demon, the result was hardly ideal. Every punch felt like hitting cotton, with only a fraction of the force truly impacting the demon!

Thus, suppressing the demon with Blood Qi Power was only a temporary measure. It might work for one or two, but if there were more, even the top Blood Qi Martial Artists would probably be exhausted to death!

“Ga~~~”

The demon’s body, streaming with dark mist under the relentless barrage of Ning Daoran’s punches, continuously deformed all over, its eyes staring intensely at him, filled with violence.

After dozens of punches, Ning Daoran’s gaze turned even colder; the demon’s body was filled with the surging Fist Mastery of the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture, and despite the ferocity of the attacks, it was never able to truly destroy its body.

It seemed impossible to beat it to death with fists alone.

Ning Daoran frowned, his heart shrouded in great terror. This type of demon, which did not belong to the Five Elements and was immune to any elemental damage, its physical body seemed indestructible. How was he supposed to kill such a spiritual being?!

Just one was terrifying enough; if there were more, the combined strength of the entire Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World might not be able to end this disaster!

“Young Master.”

At this moment, the voice of Little Bai came from within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven: “The aura of this creature has been greatly weakened by the Young Master’s attacks, but to completely destroy its physical body may not be so easy. This creature seems to be some kind of spirit body. Perhaps, Master, you could try to imprison it in the Soul Refining Tower. Although it cannot be killed, it would solve the current dilemma.”

“Good idea!”

Ning Daoran stepped back several paces and suddenly waved his left hand, upon which a blood-colored pagoda soared into the sky. The pagoda’s top buzzed and whirred, emitting a powerful suction force targeting the demon, which was beaten into a mud-like mess by the punches.

“Ga~~~”

At this moment, the demon finally felt terror. With a loud cry, its body involuntarily flew up and was almost instantly sucked into the base of the Soul Refining Tower, directly sealed within.

“Hmm?”

At the top of the tower, the sinister Divine Soul of the White Sheep Demon Queen furrowed her brow: “This creature…”

She fell into deep thought, having never seen such a strange thing before.

…

“Ow ow~~”

Beside him, Big Stupid Deer nudged Ning Daoran’s arm. It, too, was anxious, as this demon not belonging to the Five Elements was truly bizarre and definitely not from the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World.

“Keep searching.”

Ning Daoran picked up the Azure Dragon Spear and continued to bomb the Profound Ice with Spear Radiance, his body protected by the Eternal Green Technique’s Protective Spirit Mastery, advancing against the spreading Black Tide.

Half a day later.

Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer ventured further into the Profound Ice several miles below. What lay beneath was no longer Five-colored Profound Ice, but a deep purple ice layer. The entire ground beneath their feet seemed to have turned into a giant block of purple solid ice.

Just after Ning Daoran released his Divine Sense, he discovered bodies embedded in the purple solid ice.

Directly below was the corpse of a female cultivator in a red skirt. She was extremely beautiful, her eyes wide open with an expression of reluctance even in death. The remnants of Golden Core Late Stage power still lingered on her corpse.

Not far away was another body, a middle-aged sword cultivator with a long sword on his back, naturally handsome with star-like eyes and sword-like brows. Unfortunately, his throat was cut, and this Nascent Soul Early Stage Great Sword Cultivator nearly had his head severed from his body just before death.

Deeper into the solid ice, bodies lay scattered…

Ning Daoran felt somewhat dazed; the bodies sealed in the purple solid ice were numerous, the weakest among them being Golden Core cultivators, most of whom he had never heard of, likely being powerful figures from the legendary Ten Great Immortal Sects.

In a trance, Ning Daoran couldn’t help but recall the body left by Palace Master Feng Yinglong of the Fierce Sun Dao Palace.

If nothing unexpected had occurred, Feng Yinglong might also have perished in this calamity, but the Fierce Sun Dao Palace, in order to maintain its position among the Ten Great Immortal Sects, kept it secret, which was why there was a pretext in the main hall of the palace.

With eyebrows tightly knitted and slightly disturbed, Ning Daoran said nothing, continuously swinging the Azure Dragon Spear, chiseling a path through the purple solid ice, moving downward with Big Stupid Deer.

His Golden Core Divine Sense released, struggling to penetrate the solid ice, searching for more bones.

Not long after, Ning Daoran’s Golden Core Divine Sense trembled slightly as he encountered a familiar aura. It was the last remaining aura of the Great Elder Gongyang Yan in the solid ice.

“Old Lu, I think I found it…”

His last bit of hope shattered as he swung the Azure Dragon Spear continuously, carving downward with Big Stupid Deer in tow.

Soon after, a familiar figure appeared in the solid ice; indeed, it was Great Elder Gongyang Yan. Just as before, he died still wearing a short shirt, brimming with strong muscles, clutching a treasure sword enhanced by the True Yang Furnace Technique, unfortunately struck through the heart, the wound reddish purple before being frozen within the solid ice.

“Ow ow…”

Seeing the body of the Great Elder made Big Stupid Deer’s eyes well up.

That straightforward and naive old man had actually died here.

“More…”

Ning Daoran swung the long spear, aiming behind the Great Elder. Soon, he saw a woman in a green skirt, holding a thin sword, surrounded by several flying swords in the air, maintaining her sword-drawing stance even in death.

Ning Qing, the master of Young Junior Sister Han Bing.

“Martial Uncle Ning…”

Ning Daoran frowned, Ning Qing was still drawing his sword until the moment of his death, but unfortunately, before his flying sword could be released, his body was already penetrated by raindrop-like blood-colored energy, almost riddled like a sieve. It seemed unblemished on the surface, yet in reality, he died a particularly gruesome death.

In another direction from Ning Qing stood a middle-aged man holding a sharp sword. His appearance looked ethereal, but just before death, his eyebrows were furrowed in anger, guarding Ning Qing’s left side.

Lin Xingyuan, the Second Elder of Chaotic Sect.

Judging by the death scene, Lin Xingyuan died ahead of Ning Qing; his body was nearly severed at the waist, finally dying with his Golden Core shattered.

“Second Elder…”

Ning Daoran’s expression turned somber.

He continued walking forward, extremely afraid of seeing that particular corpse.

But, behind the three elders, it was not the corpse of Sect Master Jiang Yu, but instead a young girl in battle dress, wielding a war sword, a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!

Lin Qing’er, she indeed died in battle here.

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From what could be seen frozen in the ice, Lin Qing’er had her back to the three disciples when she drew her sword, apparently they were attacked from both front and rear. Lin Qing’er was the last to die in battle, all three disciples had fallen, and Lin Qing’er, exhausted in both body and spirit, never thought of leaving alive. Her sword blade was stained with drops of purplish-red blood.

Ning Daoran could easily smell that the purplish-red blood traces carried the aura of the demon trapped in the Soul Refining Tower, only this time the aura was more vigorous and rich.

But where is Jiang Yu?

Ning Daoran, his mind in turmoil, released his Golden Core Divine Sense and frantically scanned the nearby area, but only found bodies of several unfamiliar cultivators; Jiang Yu was nowhere to be found.

He sighed and said, “Old Lu, our ancestors and several uncles’ bodies shouldn’t be buried here, should they? They died for the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World and should be entombed back in Chaotic Sect, enjoying the offerings of future generations of our sect, right?”

“Ow~~”

Big Stupid Deer nodded.

“But, if only their bodies are sent back, and their souls remain here unable to find peace, that also wouldn’t be proper.”

Ning Daoran frowned and said, “If I use the Soul Searching Technique to gather their souls, it might be extremely disrespectful to these elders, but… it would allow us to bring their souls back to the sect. Do you think this is the right thing to do?”

“Ow ow~~”

Big Stupid Deer let out two cries softly, indicating that there is no right or wrong in this matter, only choices, and whatever the choice, it’s invariably correct.

“Alright.”

Ning Daoran turned and entered the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, swinging his sword to cut off several branches of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree.

These branches were extremely rich in Yin Qi, and combined with the fact that this Heavenly Frost Glass Tree was a treasure tree that was thirty thousand years old, its branches had the effect of gathering and guarding Yin souls. Using the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree to preserve the residual souls of his elders made it possible to take them back to Chaotic Sect.

What’s more important was that Ning Daoran needed to learn about the past events through their residual souls, to find out the whereabouts of his senior sister, Jiang Yu!

…

Shortly after, he came out of Spirit Garden Cave Heaven carrying four branches of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree, and with a flick of his robe sleeve, he said, “Forgive me!”

The next second, the Return to Nature Level Soul Searching Technique was activated, and a powerful Soul Power surged up from beneath Ning Daoran’s feet. Instantly, grey misty Spiritual Power gathered around several corpses, eventually forming the shapes of Lin Qing’er, Gongyang Yan, among others.

“Sigh…”

Lin Qing’er gently exhaled, her residual Divine Soul being the strongest and the first to awake, opened her eyes to see Ning Daoran and White Deer in front of her, and instantly said in disbelief, “Ning… Ning Daoran?”

“Indeed, greetings Master!”

Ning Daoran bowed respectfully.

At that moment, the residual souls of Gongyang Yan, Lin Xingyuan, and Ning Qing also gradually awakened. After having died for the realm a hundred years ago, their souls had scattered and remained in a state of confusion until this very moment when they finally regained clarity.

“Ning, the young one?”

“Ning Daoran?”

Gongyang Yan and Ning Qing were both startled.

“Mm.”

Ning Daoran bowed with fists clasped, respectfully saying, “Great Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, I’m sorry… Ning Daoran was too slow in advancing his cultivation, and it took a hundred years to find your remains.”

“Ning, the young one, you’ve reached the Golden Core?”

Great Elder Gongyang Yan, as bold as ever, laughed heartily: “Hahahaha~~ Who would have thought, you hid away cultivating for many years in Qiongbi Peakiteur, and you actually formed a Golden Core, seems like… in the Middle Stage of Golden Core?! Quite a remarkable Spiritual Power, I always knew, you were no ordinary person!”

“Old brother, stop it.”

Lin Qing’er’s residual soul, arms folded, said: “Ning Daoran’s Golden Core is much stronger than yours, can’t you see? This young fellow has five Golden Cores in his body, not your average Golden Core cultivator!”

“Really?”

Lin Xingyuan squinted and smiled: “Our Chaotic Sect has indeed produced such a prodigy, splendid, absolutely splendid…”

“Ning, the young one.”

Ning Qing’s gaze turned toward him, asking, “How is Han Bing now?”