Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 465 - 463 White Dragon Lord

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Chapter 465: Chapter 463 White Dragon Lord

Several months later.

To the east of Qinzhou, in Wuzhou, a great river extending tens of thousands of miles pierces through the southern part of Wuzhou like a giant ribbon, known as the White Dragon River.

In its waters, ripples moved rhythmically. Soon after, a figure emerged from the river, transforming into a young cultivator in green robes—it was none other than Ning Daoran.

After entering the territory of Wuzhou, this was Ning Daoran’s sixth exploration of the White Dragon River.

"My lord."

Inside the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, Little Bai appeared and asked, "Are you certain without a doubt?"

"Indeed!"

With one hand behind his back and an aura of Immortal Charm, Ning Daoran said, "This White Dragon River accumulates an extremely rich essence of Heaven and Earth. Deep within its waters lie profound foundations. If possible..."

He flicked his sleeve lightly, and immediately a long sword flew out from behind him to hover in front, which was the Qiushui Sword.

For a moment, Ning Daoran’s eyes showed a trace of emotion, "In the blink of an eye, it has been forty years since Young Junior Sister left, yet this Qiushui Sword still remains a third-tier top-grade..."

He pondered for a moment: "Why not reside here for a while? I need to spend years, or even decades, refining the essence of this entire White Dragon River to remake the Qiushui Sword!"

"Ow ow~~"

Big Stupid Deer walked out of the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, its brilliantly shining hooves upon the water surface appearing extremely sacred.

It tilted its head and nudged Ning Daoran’s arm, signaling him not to be saddened anymore, as the Qiushui Sword would undoubtedly stay by their side forever like Young Junior Sister.

"Mm."

Ning Daoran looked up and said, "However, this White Dragon River is not unowned land; it is dominated by a Demon King. Before refining the essence of the river, we must meet this Demon King."

"Very well, very well."

Little Bai squinted and smiled.

These days, Ning Daoran had been continuously traveling back and forth within the White Dragon River using the Water Escape Skill to survey the essence in the river, while Little Bai took on the form of a human female cultivator to travel around and gather detailed intelligence about the area surrounding the southern part of Wuzhou and the White Dragon River.

Along the White Dragon River, the human sects and cultivation families are sparse; most have been destroyed, gifts from that Demon King.

In the midstream of the White Dragon River, there lies a White Dragon Mountain, situated above a fourth-tier lower grade spirit vein. This place has always been a coveted spot by immortals of Wuzhou.

Years ago, a third-tier late-stage White Dragon took over this place, self-proclaimed as the "White Dragon Lord," establishing its nest on White Dragon Mountain, clearing out a large number of human sects around, and has been reigning as king for many years.

Plenty of human clan cultivators from Wuzhou did come to exterminate the demon beasts, but all attempts ended in failure, and so far, no Nascent Soul cultivator has emerged, thus this White Dragon has been living an extremely carefree life.

Ning Daoran frowned slightly; at this moment, his group was undoubtedly unwelcome guests for White Dragon Mountain!

...

In the afternoon, a single-plank canoe carved from ten-thousand-year-old wood traveled on the river. Ning Daoran stood at the bow, with Little Bai in the middle, and Big Stupid Deer steering at the stern.

The canoe moved downstream, following the turbulent river flow, and soon arrived at the legendary White Dragon Mountain.

From a distance, a rock wall forming a mountain range covered in white was enveloped by dense vines and trees; from the outside, it looked lush and green, and on the very summit stood a black flag emblazoned with a White Dragon.

In the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World, black battle flags traditionally symbolize great evil, sufficient to verify the intentions of this White Dragon.

"Stop the boat, ascend the mountain and challenge with the sword."

Ning Daoran spoke leisurely.

"Ow ow~~"

Big Stupid Deer bellowed, leaping from the boat and carrying the several tens of meters long canoe to shore on its shoulder.

Ning Daoran and Little Bai leapt down from the boat and looked upwards at White Dragon Mountain.

Indeed, it was a place full of spiritual charm, with extremely vigorous spiritual energy; the density of spiritual energy at the mountain summit was even richer than a fourth-tier lower grade, just a step away from fourth-tier middle grade.

Such a splendid location being occupied by demon beasts is truly a waste.

"Follow me up the mountain."

Ning Daoran, hands held behind his back, rode a tunneling light up the mountain.

Behind him, Big Stupid Deer and Little Bai also displayed their cultivation, following Ning Daoran up the mountain.

"Who goes there, daring to forcefully intrude upon my White Dragon Mountain without notice?!"

On the mountain path, a toad spirit wielding a steel fork yelled out.

"Scram!"

Little Bai waved a sleeve, and suddenly a snow-white jade-like hand slapped across the cheek of that Qi Refinement Realm little demon. The toad spirit croaked loudly and rolled into the forest, barely clinging to its life.

Along the path, although other demon beasts appeared, they were all intimidated by Ning Daoran’s presence and dared not block their way.

At the mountain summit, a cave full of stench echoed with roaring sounds, and soon from the dark cavern, two glows as bright as red lanterns appeared, which upon closer inspection turned out to be a pair of eyes.

The majestic white dragon slowly emerged from the cave; strictly speaking, it wasn’t much of a White Dragon as its head did not even have any dragon horns yet, it was more like a white-scaled River Jiao, probably it called itself a White Dragon leveraging the name of the White Dragon River.

"Fellow Daoist."

The White Dragon swiftly transformed into a young cultivator dressed in a white scholar robe exuding an aura of a scholar, smiling he said: "May I know why Fellow Daoist has forcefully intruded upon my White Dragon Mountain?"

"My apologies."

Ning Daoran frowned and said, "I am Master Qiushui, planning to reside temporarily by the White Dragon River. Unfortunately, the areas along the river are quite desolate, and only White Dragon Mountain catches my eye. Therefore, I hope Fellow Daoist would kindly relinquish it and let me use the White Dragon River as my Cave Mansion, and I urge you to move out immediately to avoid misfortune."

When he said these words, he was ecstatic in his heart.

Turning out to be the antagonist felt so exhilarating, and there was absolutely no need for reasoning!

"Fellow Daoist..."

White Dragon furrowed its brows, "Isn’t this rather presumptuous? Little Dragon has managed White Dragon Mountain for years, painstakingly clearing the surrounding area of pests, and now Fellow Daoist wants to seize it with just a word?"

As it spoke, White Dragon twisted its body, reverting to its true form, coiling and swirling with overflowing Evil Qi. Its huge mouth opened wide as it bellowed, "Where are the disciples of the White Dragon Sect? This deluded being dares to occupy my White Dragon Mountain, shatter their bodies into thousands of pieces!"

Instantly, Demon Qi surged from within all the surrounding caves, and figures began appearing on White Dragon Mountain.

"My Lord..."

A middle-aged man holding a blood-red long knife licked his lips and chuckled, "This man is no simple figure; the two Spiritual Beasts he has are both in the Golden Core Late Stage, quite remarkable."

This individual was a Wild Boar Demon, at the Golden Core Middle Stage, appearing thick-skinned, coarse-fleshed, and brimming with strength.

"Hmph, the Demon Beasts raised by humans have long since lost their Blood Qi; they’re no match for our Demon Clan at the same Realm, no need to worry!" White Dragon’s voice was tinged with coldness.

"My Lord speaks the truth."

A slim lady in red robes chuckled, "Our White Dragon Sect has countless disciples, why would we fear them?"

"Exactly!"

A group of Foundation Establishment Stage Demon Beasts raised their Weapons and shouted.

"Quick battle, quick decision."

Ning Daoran, uninterested in lengthy discussions with these Demon Beasts, flashed past them. Lightning illuminated his path, a Big Green Dragon already in his hand, his Dragon Demon Body materialized, and with a powerful thrust of his spear, he targeted White Dragon’s face!

The thrust was quick and precise!

Moreover, it was empowered by the stealth of the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique, catching White Dragon completely off guard!

"You!"

White Dragon’s pupils shrank drastically, just as the Azure Dragon Spear was about to strike, crushing its nose at best, but at that moment, a flash of light in White Dragon’s eyes and its body vanished!

"Whoosh―"

The Azure Dragon Spear streaked across the sky, hitting nothing but air with continuous explosive sounds, failing to touch White Dragon’s body.

’Instant Teleportation?’

Ning Daoran was taken aback, not anticipating such Divine Skills from White Dragon!

The next second, using his Divine Sense, he locked onto White Dragon’s location, which had already moved two miles away in the mountains!

"Little Bai, Old Lu, I leave this place to you. I’m off to exterminate that White Dragon!" said Ning Daoran.

"Master, rest assured!"

"Awoo~~~"

At the moment Little Bai and Big Stupid Deer responded, Ning Daoran’s eyes sparkled intensely, the world in front of him turned into a grid, and with a step he teleported several miles, appearing right in front of White Dragon, his Golden Core Spiritual Pressure bursting forth and overwhelming it!

"You..."

White Dragon was shocked.

First, it marveled at how a Golden Core cultivator like Ning Daoran could possibly perform Nascent Soul Stage level Instant Teleportation? Knowing that its own Blink Divine Skills stemmed from ancestral bloodlines, what was a mere Human Clan Golden Core relying on?

Secondly, this person, being of the same realm, was in fact launching his Spiritual Pressure, which was suicidally humiliating against a Demon Beast’s naturally superior Spiritual Pressure.

However, in the next second, White Dragon felt as if a mountain was suddenly pressing down upon its body, halving the circulation speed of its Demon Qi in an instant!

It was astonishing; it being a regal Third-tier Late-stage Demon King, was actually suppressed by the Spiritual Pressure of a Human Clan Golden Core?!

"You..."

White Dragon’s body twisted, its eyes flickered again, and it activated its Blink Divine Skills once more.

However, in the next second, Ning Daoran teleported to the front as well, delivering a powerful blow with his left fist filled with Blood Qi Power directly onto White Dragon’s nasal bone.

"Peng~~~"

With a resounding crash, White Dragon’s massive body, akin to a small mountain, flew back, crashing into the forest behind, smashing countless ancient trees. The white body curled up like a ball, rolling madly, eventually smashing into a mountain.

"Come out!"

Ning Daoran surged forward, hovering in mid-air, raising his Big Green Dragon, channeling Ten Dragon Demon Strength, and with a fierce thrust, he struck down!

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Big Green Dragon extended tens of thousands of feet, turning into a bloody streak of light descending from the sky, instantly splitting the mountain peak in two!

Accompanied aby the roaring sound, White Dragon’s body was gravely damaged, continuously spitting blood.

"Fellow Daoist!"

Struggling furiously, it pressed against jagged rocks with its foreclaws, retreating while revealing a fearful look in its eyes, "Little Demon acknowledges its faults, I won’t dare again, the White Dragon Mountain is yours, I only beg you to spare my life..."

"I gave you a chance, but you did not cherish it..."

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes scrutinizing the other, and in the next second, his eyes snapped open, and from his forehead, silently, a long sword wreathed in lightning shot out, piercing through White Dragon’s head, killing it instantly!