Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 473 - 471 Atmosphere Group

"Rise!"

Ning Daoran lightly stomped on the ground, and suddenly behind him streaks of starlight twinkled. A Falling Star Array soared into the air, enveloping the entire White Dragon Mountain, filled with stars within the Array, which slowly faded and hid after a while.

It seemed void and empty, but in reality, a Falling Star Array had already spanned across.

Ning Daoran was extremely satisfied with this Array; it killed invisibly and was very low-profile.

However...

He furrowed his brow.

Ever since Lin Man left, his cultivation life had become exceedingly dull. This wouldn’t do. He must find some amusement during the time without his wife.

Thus, with a thought, he decided to activate the "Ambience Group" that he had designed for a long time but never had the chance to use.

The Blood Soul Sect had been making a scene for so long, and the Twelve Demon Sects had been banging drums and gongs upstream for so many years, just like performing an opera. Now, as this play was about to end, how could there be no atmosphere.

"Come!"

With a flick of his sleeves, sheets of Second-class Paperfolk flew out, transforming into figures that vanished into the woods.

Later, when the Demon Cultivators of the Twelve Demon Sects came to attack the mountain, these Paperfolk would naturally come in handy.

And Ning Daoran, dressed in a cyan robe, stood at the foot of the mountain, looking like a very honest young man.

...

"Dong Dong Dong~~~"

In the afternoon, a series of muffled drum sounds came from a distance.

Upstream, countless warships appeared; the Twelve Demon Sects finally left the Water Fort. Their fluttering flags resembled the imposing aura of a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers besieging Huaguo Mountain, nearly suffocating onlookers like Xu Jian and Xu Zhongyao atop the main peak.

Finally, they were here.

Ning Daoran’s lips curled up, revealing a slight smile.

In the sky, a treasure boat lay across, with a group of Golden Core Cultivators standing on the deck. Old Demon Lin stood at the forefront, and the rest of the Golden Core Masters were the Sect Masters and leaders of the Twelve Demon Sects.

"Gentlemen!"

Old Demon Lin, with thick anger on his face, said: "Master Qiu Shui killed my only son, Lin Chengfei. This enmity is irreconcilable! We, the heroes of the Twelve Demon Sects, have gathered with righteousness. How can we allow a mere White Dragon Mountain to suffocate us, what do you think?"

"Blood for blood!"

A sharp-faced Golden Core Middle Stage Practitioner sneered: "Are our tens of thousands of cultivators of the Twelve Demon Sects unable to take down a mere White Dragon Mountain? Not to mention two Golden Core Late Stage Demon Beasts, even if there were ten, how does it matter? Even if it’s a tough bone, our Twelve Demon Sects will surely chew it up!"

"Exactly!"

A muscular Sect Master clad in armor spoke solemnly: "Hmph... a mere White Dragon Mountain, besides the Mountain Master and a few Spiritual Beasts, what else is there to fight? With just those measly few, how could they withstand our Twelve Demon Sects?!"

"That’s right!"

One of them, an elderly Golden Core Middle Stage practitioner dressed in a blood-red long robe, narrowed his eyes and let his voice carry far: "Young Friend Ning... do not delude yourself. With the grand army of tens of thousands of cultivators from our Twelve Demon Sects descending, how could you possibly resist? It’s just you and a few Spiritual Beasts; beyond that, you have no other means. It’s better to surrender White Dragon Mountain early. We won’t make it difficult for you."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Ning Daoran said: "However, this White Dragon Mountain is not only about me."

"Oh?"

Old Demon Lin scoffed: "Mr. Ning, your White Dragon Mountain is now trapped by our Twelve Demon Sects. Why are you still being stubborn? Besides you, who else dares to defy the world and come to rescue your White Dragon Mountain? Just call them out, let this old man have a good look."

"Hmph!"

Ning Daoran spoke indifferently: "Old Demon Lin, those are your words!"

Saying this, he raised his hand high and said loudly: "The friends from the Twelve Demon Sects are already at our doorstep, where are my brothers? Where are my trusted allies?! Come out!"

Instantly, continuous footsteps were heard from the mountainsides beside Ning Daoran.

"Shua!"

A burly man with two axes in hand and a face as dark as charcoal led four other burly men rushing out from the mountain top, singing loudly with a voice like thunder: "Hey! Brothers, one, two, three, four, five!"

"Brothers, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand!"

From another mountain peak, a man with a leopard head and encircling eyes, holding a tasseled spear, led four aggressive men rushing out, singing deeply while clapping his hands: "Eh~~ Hey~~~"

"Brothers meet, three cups of wine!"

In the dense forest, it rustled as a large monk with tattoos all over his body, holding a Zen stick, led a group of people charging out.

"Brothers discuss the Way, two cups of tea!"

More figures came out from behind, all carrying weapons—some with eagle bows, ancient pine pattern swords, double maces, and the Azure Dragon Saber. There were also valiant female generals with dual swords.

All in all, a large number of Second-class Paperfolk, all meticulously crafted by Ning Daoran.

There was even a man with the character "Prisoner" tattooed on his forehead, looking dark and grim, who stepped forward and shouted loudly: "My brothers, Song is unskilled but willing to fight alongside you all. If we cannot withstand them, then let us die together!"

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The shouts of killing arose, the show effect was maxed out.

...

Outside the mountain.

"..."

Old Demon Lin fell silent.

The Sect Master of the Twelve Demon Sects was silent as well.

"Good heavens..."

A Demon Cultivator said dumbfoundedly, "What on earth did I just witness..."

Of course, some Demon Cultivators were moved to tears, "If they were not our enemies, I really would want to join them..."

"Dammit!"

Old Demon Lin was furious, pointing and shouting, "Don’t be fooled by their tricks, attack the mountain immediately, flatten White Dragon Mountain, shatter Master Qiu Shui and his Spiritual Beasts into pieces! After taking down White Dragon Mountain, our Blood Soul Sect and the other brother sects will divide this mountain and this river!"

"Kill!"

The Twelve Demon Sects finally made their move!

Countless Cultivators, Puppets, and Spiritual Beasts charged forward, clashing with the Second-class Paperfolk in the outer ranks.

"Jumping clowns, die!"

A Golden Core Early Stage Demon Cultivator charged forward, his Magic Sword fiercely slashing towards the man holding double axes.

Unexpectedly, the man shook his body and dodged, then an axe fell from the sky, chopping directly onto the Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator’s neck, blood splattered everywhere!

"Not good!"

Someone shouted, "These people are not just clowns, their combat prowess is formidable!"

"All Golden Core Late Stage attack, exterminate these mysterious cultivators!"

Amidst the noise and clamor, both sides clashed.

Ning Daoran crossed his arms and just watched from the side.

At this time, the Second-class Paperfolk he had crafted had strength roughly equivalent to ten percent of his real body, but for a monster like Ning Daoran, even ten percent of his strength was roughly equivalent to Golden Core Middle Stage!

Thus each of these Liang Mountain heroes could be treated as Golden Core Mid-stage fighters, and most of the Twelve Demon Sects had only their Sect Master and Supreme Elder who could stand against these Second-class Paperfolk, relying mostly on their numerical advantage.

Ning Daoran had only released one hundred and eight Second-class Paperfolk as part of his display, the remaining hundreds of Second-class Paperfolk had already infiltrated the periphery, waiting to annihilate the Twelve Demon Sects.

Moreover, he also wanted to see the power of the Falling Star Array.

...

"Crack!"

Old Demon Lin descended from the sky and within a few moves, he twisted the head off the supposed strategist Wu Yong crafted by Ning Daoran, only to find that this person quickly transformed into a Paperfolk with dissipating mana.

"So it’s just a trivial skill using Substitute Paperfolk!"

Old Demon Lin immediately shattered it, shouting angrily, "Fellow Daoists, do not be afraid, these are only Paperfolk, mere trivial skills, continue the charge, kill them all!"

Half an hour later, the Golden Core Cultivators from the Twelve Demon Sects employed various methods and finally extinguished over a hundred Second-class Paperfolk.

"Attack the mountain!"

Old Demon Lin shouted decisively, and countless Cultivators stormed towards White Dragon Mountain.

However, just as this group of Cultivators stepped into the outer mountains of White Dragon Mountain, beams of starlight descended from the sky.

"What is... that?"

A Golden Core Early Stage Demon Cultivator furrowed his brows: "A meteor shower? Junior sister, look, it’s really a meteor shower!"

"Ah?"

The punk-rock dressed junior sister exclaimed in delight, "It really is a meteor shower, so beautiful, look, senior brother, you..."

As she looked up again, a meteorite crashed down from the sky, smashing her senior brother’s body into pieces!

"Senior brother!!"

The punk girl was terrified out of her wits!

"Not good!"

In the sky, a Golden Core Mid-stage Supreme Elder from the Demon Sect turned pale with fright, hurriedly summoned a Low-grade Magical Treasure Bone Shield to block, but it was penetrated in an instant, and then the old man’s body froze in place, slowly dissipating into dust, an identical scene to Lin Baoping’s death.

"This is an Array!!"

Old Demon Lin was immensely shocked: "This person actually possesses a Fourth-order Killing Array, this is bad!"

The next second, Old Demon Lin directly ignited a Third-tier Divine Speed Talisman, drifting back, and threw two Blood Soul Sect disciples into the sky as shields against another star attack.

The Falling Star Array fully activated, countless falling stars descended from the sky, causing those unprepared Demon Cultivators to instantly dissipate into smoke.

The Twelve Demon Sects suffered a crushing defeat in an instant, virtually a joke.

...

Ning Daoran frowned, miscalculating.

The two Fourth-tier Arrays in the Inner Mountain were somewhat wasted, as the people from the Twelve Demon Sects simply didn’t have the capability to infiltrate the Inner Mountain, let alone reach the Main Peak.

"Everyone move out!"

He frowned, sending out a secret order to all the Class A and Class B Paperfolk ambushed nearby White Dragon Mountain, "Exterminate the Twelve Demon Sects, show no mercy, kill them all!"

Suddenly, numerous Golden Core energies burst forth in the mountains, causing those cultivators frightened by the Falling Star Array to be chased down without any escapes.

"Little Qing!"

Ning Daoran waved the Green Ghost Flag, saying, "Self-service buffet, kill while you eat, quick!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Little Qing smiled gently, turned around, and pounced to slaughter, instantly turning dozens of Demon Cultivators into Blood Essence, and then devouring their Life Souls in one bite, her as a later stage Golden Core Evil Spirit was practically invincible in the face of the enemy’s disarray!

"Old Lu, Little Bai, Little Blackie, Little Gui, stop watching, all of you go, make it quick!"

In no time, the mountains were filled with roaring.

The numerous cultivators of the Twelve Demon Sects were in sheer panic, no longer sure who really was on the Demon Path!