Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 472 - 470: Fellow Daoist, Please Restrain Your Grief and Accept the Change

Chapter 472: Chapter 470: Fellow Daoist, Please Restrain Your Grief and Accept the Change

"Is it done?"

Little Bai was stunned. The Young Master had been staring at a few array flags and an array plate day and night for decades; had he finally completely understood this array?

"Exactly!"

Ning Daoran slowly stood up and said, "I have fully grasped this array. I am going down the mountain to Wuzhou City to purchase materials for the array. Little Bai, you will guard White Dragon Mountain. I will be back soon."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Thus, Ning Daoran made a quick trip there and back.

A day later, he returned to White Dragon Mountain and once again entered seclusion to begin crafting the first Falling Star Array!

He had high hopes for the Falling Star Array, so he crafted it with great care, even bathing and fasting before starting production to give this Falling Star Array a sense of ritual.

Half a month later.

The Falling Star Array was successfully crafted!

The first Falling Star Array’s creation went very smoothly. Ning Daoran had already inscribed various spiritual patterns, array patterns, and array powers in his mind. Although the Falling Star Array was exceedingly complex, it was merely a recounting process for him. The real difficulty lay in reverse-engineering the array process.

It felt like a top student who had already taken a test and scored full marks. If he were to take the same test again, he would still score full marks without any mistakes.

If one couldn’t do this, then they were not a top student.

Moreover, besides crafting the first Falling Star Array, Ning Daoran also repaired and refined the Falling Star Array taken from Jing Tiancheng during the previous border war.

Because he had not mastered the array at that time, the repairs were difficult and directionless, but now it was entirely different. Within just a few two-hour periods, he had completely repaired that array.

So, at this moment, Ning Daoran had two Falling Star Arrays in hand!

The manufacturing cost of the Falling Star Array was also unimaginably high; merely the materials cost Ning Daoran a total of one million spirit stones, and this was without including the crafting fee.

Therefore, the real market price of a Falling Star Array is probably at least one million and a half or more.

Such a frightfully expensive array—what inheritance wouldn’t continue it? Apart from a Great Cultivator, who could afford it!

Forget about those at the Nascent Soul Early Stage; even a practitioner at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage obtaining a Falling Star Array would be a significant drain on their primordial qi.

As for why Jing Tiancheng could afford to use a set of Falling Star Array to kill Lin Baoping, it was simply because he had the entire Sangyu Country backing him. For the sake of killing the Holy Daughter of Furong Immortal Palace, Sangyu Country didn’t mind spending over a million spirit stones; it made sense.

...

"Master!"

Just then, Xu Zhongyao’s voice came from outside: "Master, something happened! Demon beasts attacked our riverside pier. Many of our clan members have been devoured; Uncle Heizi has already gone over..."

"What?"

Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows and immediately got up, rushing down the mountain with Little Bai and Xu Zhongyao.

At the foot of the mountain, White Dragon Mountain Pier.

This pier was specifically used to transport the spiritual rice, spiritual tea, spirit chickens, etc., produced on the mountain, as well as transporting a large amount of supplies from nearby towns to support the people on White Dragon Mountain.

At this moment, the river was scattered with large debris from cargo ships, the wooden planks of the pier stained with much blood, and an extremely dense demon beast aura lingering.

Ning Daoran frowned, already able to imagine the scene of demon beasts from the river coming ashore and devouring Xu Family members.

"Mountain Master!"

A group of Xu Family members were panic-stricken. Seeing Ning Daoran arrive, they finally saw a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, the first to arrive, Little Blackie, was already deep in the river fighting several demon beasts!

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and released his Divine Sense to check, and then there was nothing to worry about.

Soon after, a surge of majestic evil Qi roiled in the water, and a whiff of black smoke rose, transforming into a young man in black, cold-faced, holding one Jiao Dragon in each hand as he rushed out of the water. Both Jiao Dragons were already dead, both at the Golden Core Early Stage.

"Brother Ran, you’ve arrived..."

The young man in black threw two gigantic Jiao Dragon corpses on the shore, scratching his head in a guilty manner, "These two Evil Jiao were so despicable, daring to attack our White Dragon Mountain’s people. I couldn’t hold back and ended up killing both Jiao Dragons."

"You did nothing wrong."

Ning Daoran spoke indifferently, "No matter whose spiritual beasts these two Evil Jiao are, as long as they dare to touch our White Dragon Mountain’s people, we kill first and ask questions later."

"Hehe!"

Little Blackie wore a proud expression.

"Thank you, Master!"

Xu Zhongyao’s pretty face was filled with joy, naturally happy that Ning Daoran was protecting her clan members.

"Thank you, Mountain Master!"

Xu Jian knelt on one knee and expressed his thanks, showing more reverence towards Ning Daoran compared to Xu Zhongyao.

A group of Xu Family members also showed happy expressions. Having the Mountain Master speaking for them gave them the feeling that it was worth dying for one’s confidante, having sold so much effort in White Dragon Mountain!

Just then, suddenly upstream, a Golden Core aura sped down the river.

The person was wearing a blood-red long robe, with a long sword on his back, at the Golden Core Mid-Stage, and his appearance was quite vicious, obviously not the type that was good-hearted.

This person arrived swiftly, and at a glance, saw the two Jiao Dragon corpses piled up on the shore, his face instantly filled with pain, he said, "You... why did you kill my two spiritual beasts without saying a word?!"

"Who are you?" Ning Daoran asked.

"Lin Chengfei, the Third Elder of Blood Soul Sect!"

Lin Chengfei’s eyes were cold as he said, "Ning Mountain Master, I have met you before, but I didn’t expect the Mountain Master to be so overbearing, killing my two spiritual beasts without any explanation. Do you know how much effort I spent in raising these two Jiao Dragons?"

"Fellow Daoist is unaware."

Ning Daoran said, "The two Jiao Dragons you raised have come downstream to wreak havoc, not only destroying the merchant ships of White Dragon Mountain but also devouring more than a dozen Spirit farmers from White Dragon Mountain. What use is there to keep such Spiritual Beasts alive if not for killing them?"

"You..."

Lin Chengfei, his face flushed with anger, glanced over Xu Jian, Xu Zhongyao, and other members of the Xu Family, and said, "The lives of these mortals and low-order cultivators are like grass, if the Mountain Master is angered, I can compensate them with Spirit Stones, yet these two Golden Core Spiritual Beasts belong to me..."

"Wait, what did you say?"

Ning Daoran’s gaze suddenly turned cold, "Lin Chengfei, by your logic, it’s fine to kill people of White Dragon Mountain, and compensation is enough afterward? Is that what you mean?"

"Yes."

Lin Chengfei’s gaze was ice cold, "So what if it is? The Ancestor has already heard the news and is coming down the river with brothers from the Twelve Demon Sects. Does the Mountain Master really want to move against me?"

"Not really."

Ning Daoran slightly smiled, "I just want to confirm your statement."

While speaking, Ning Daoran opened his palm, holding a Recording Orb that recorded precisely what Lin Chengfei just said.

"You..."

In an instant, Lin Chengfei realized the gravity of the situation.

"You encourage Spiritual Beasts to kill people from White Dragon Mountain and dare to speak so boldly, I have never seen someone as suicidal as you."

The next second, Ning Daoran charged forward, manifesting a dense Dragon Demon Realm behind him. In an instant, he transformed into a True Dragon, his next punch enveloped in blood-red Fist Mastery struck Lin Chengfei’s abdomen!

"Peng~~~"

A loud sound echoed, and the body of this Golden Core Middle Stage Practitioner turned into shredded cotton, his abdomen instantly pierced through, his Dantian damaged, Golden Core shattered, and he died on the spot!

Fast, too fast!

Ning Daoran’s punch killed a person, and the opponent was a Golden Core Middle Stage Practitioner, yet it was all over in an instant!

From upstream, a Tunneling light rapidly descended, it was Old Demon Lin!

"Ah!?"

Old Demon Lin, seeing Lin Chengfei’s corpse, penetrated through the abdomen and falling into the water, couldn’t help but cry out in grief, his very own son, dead just like that!

"Chengfei, you died a terrible death!"

Old Demon Lin’s face was filled with sorrow.

"Ning! Why did you kill my son!?"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I am truly sorry."

Ning Daoran took off a Storage Bag containing twenty thousand Spirit Stones from his waist and threw it over, saying, "I accidentally killed your son, here are twenty thousand Spirit Stones as compensation for his life. I hope you do not grieve, death cannot be reversed, please manage your grief!"

"Ning!"

Old Demon Lin was about to explode in rage, "This is bullying too much, how can a human life be bought with Spirit Stones?"

"Don’t misunderstand, Fellow Daoist, these were your son’s own words."

Saying this, Ning Daoran threw out the Recording Orb.

The Recording Orb refracted a brilliance, exactly showing the arrogant Lin Chengfei speaking in mid-air, and those words were precisely about using Spirit Stones to buy the lives of Xu Family members.

"You..."

Old Demon Lin was about to explode.

"Ning, you are ruthless!"

Knowing he was no match alone, Old Demon Lin immediately summoned a strand of Mana to wrap up Lin Chengfei’s corpse and held it in his arms, then fled into the sky, his voice echoing through the wind, "Ning, just you wait, this deep-seated hatred of blood by Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sects will not end peacefully! Even if I have to level White Dragon Mountain, Immortal Chen probably wouldn’t mind either."

Ning Daoran frowned, sacrificing one’s son to seek righteousness in action? How is this any different from Uncle Liu sacrificing Pang Tong for a justified cause?

"Mountain Master, things are getting dire..."

Xu Jian gritted his teeth, his eyebrows completely furrowed, "Old Demon Lin has rallied the Twelve Demon Sects, and it seems all the Demon Cultivators in Wuzhou are already here. They have at least tens of thousands of people, how can our mere White Dragon Mountain resist? Please prepare early!"

"Master..."

Xu Zhongyao looked solemn, "Have we gotten into trouble with White Dragon Mountain?"

"What’s there to fear?"

Ning Daoran spoke lightly, "It was the people from Blood Soul Sect who encouraged the Spiritual Beasts to kill first, we are just in our actions, do not worry. Xu Jian, immediately gather all the Xu Family members and seek refuge in Inner Mountain. Don’t come out until I say so, go now, leave the rest to me."

"Yes, Mountain Master!"

Xu Jian hurried away.

...

Ning Daoran, confident and composed, even had Big Stupid Deer cook lunch, planning to have a good meal before playing with the so-called Twelve Demon Sects, allowing them to understand that possessing numerical advantage does not assure dominance in the Cultivation World.

In the afternoon, satiated with food and drink.

Ning Daoran descended from the mountain, setting up a Supreme Path Burning Sky Array coupled with a Falling Star Array as a Stacked Formation outside Outer Mountain.

Later, around the Outer Mountain, Huang Yuerong arranged a Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation coupled with a Falling Star Array as a Stacked Formation.

Double insurance, all settled!

Within the Green Ghost Flag, the green-dressed female ghost sipped her red lips, her eyes filled with intense anticipation, seemingly expecting a grand feast waiting for her.