Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 474 - 472: Having Too Many Spirit Stones Can Also Be a Worry

Chapter 474: Chapter 472: Having Too Many Spirit Stones Can Also Be a Worry

"Not a single one spared, kill!"

With Ning Daoran’s command, the Ning Family Army launched a full assault!

"Yoyo~~~"

Amidst a resounding deer cry that pierced the skies, Big Stupid Deer transformed into a towering form of the Five-colored Deer, hundreds of feet tall, exuding a divine aura. The moment it lifted its hoof and stomped down, a burst of dark force exploded, instantly pulverizing the bodies of three Golden Core Demon Cultivators mid-air into a cloud of blood mist.

A white silhouette flitted by, and Little Bai leaped into the air, manifesting a Dharma Image of a Feng Valley White Sheep beneath his feet. As the evil Divine Souls were stripped and obliterated, the sheep seemed to carry a hint of divinity. Its curved horns swayed slightly, and countless Ten-thousand-year-old Stakes transformed into spikes that shot up from the ground, impaling the Demon Cultivators’ bodies and hanging them in the wind.

"Roar~~"

Amidst a ferocious roar, Little Blackie emerged twisting from the clouds above, cutting off a group of Demon Cultivators who were scurrying away. The moment it opened its massive, blood-filled maw was terrifying.

"Not good!"

A group of Robbery Cultivation practitioners were terrified, and in an instant, they were drained of their flesh and blood, leaving nothing but dried corpses falling to the ground.

On the ground, a thick green light erupted, and the Green Water Turtle kept swelling in size. Its Turtle Shell covered in Spirit Turtle Inscriptions, at the moment the Green Water Turtle charged forward, the inscriptions turned into halos of light that shot towards the sky, instantly slaying dozens of Demon Cultivators. Then they returned to the shell, reforming into ancient inscriptions, repeatedly attacking and driving groups of Demon Cultivators to despair.

Moreover, a large number of Class A and Class B Paperfolk rampaged through the woods, showing no face to the Twelve Demon Sects, striking with ruthless and harsh moves. Wherever they passed, it was like autumn winds sweeping through fallen leaves, annihilating all!

Ning Daoran, having mingled in the Cultivation World for many years, had seen through much and naturally did not have any womanly compassion.

...

"Head upstream!"

Just as the Twelve Demon Sects were facing complete destruction, Ning Daoran walked on the river, with waves rolling underneath his feet, lifting him rapidly upstream. Behind him, a group of Paperfolk followed, each with murderous intent.

"Squeak squeak~~"

In the water, waves tumbled, hinting at the presence of Spiritual Beasts.

"Little Blackie, Ning Xiaogui!"

Ning Daoran commanded in a deep voice: "Leave the water to you two!"

"Yes, Brother Ran!"

Little Blackie did a flip and dove into the water, where immediately below, a murderous aura overflowed. The Spiritual Beasts nurtured by the Twelve Demon Sects became fodder for Little Blackie’s Blood Essence. This method of mutual consumption in cultivation was its forte, it was just that Ning Daoran had forcibly changed it later on.

Beneath the water, a deep blue.

Ning Daoran frowned; that was Gui Water Essence Qi. Ever since Little Blackie cultivated the Gui Water Essence Qi, it had indeed become somewhat invincible. Now, even if it were to contend with Big Stupid Deer or Little Bai, it might stand a chance. He would need to set it straight later to avoid any arrogance or complacency.

Not long after, upstream, several Water Forts appeared.

"Not good!"

A Cultivator from the Twelve Demon Sects shouted in panic from within a Water Fort: "Is that not the Mountain Master from White Dragon Mountain? How is he still alive, and now leading a host of Spiritual Beasts attacking us, what’s going on? Didn’t our ancestor go to attack White Dragon Mountain?"

"Go!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Ning Daoran’s Qiushui Sword skimmed the water’s surface, stirring numerous waves of Sword Qi, with constant "pfft pfft pfft" sounds, directly demolishing the outer structures of a Water Fort. Those Demon Path Cultivators who couldn’t escape in time were also swiftly buried under the waves of the sword light.

"Kill!"

A group of fearsome Paper Substitutes surged forth.

Now, there was no need for Ning Daoran to take any action himself; his underlings could handle it.

Thus, the twelve Water Forts, along with the remnants of the Twelve Demon Sects stationed there, were crushed effortlessly. The Ning Family Army quickly arrived at White Dragon Temple.

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A Golden Core Early Stage Disciple from the Blood Soul Sect cried out in utter fear: "The attack on White Dragon Mountain has failed, our ancestor has fled, raise the Defensive Array quickly! The Mountain Master of White Dragon Mountain cannot break through our Third-tier Middle-grade Array!"

The next moment, "buzzing" sounds rose as alternating purple and blue Arrays sprang up around the White Dragon Temple. Old Demon Lin had even set up a Purple Lightning Frost Array as the protective array for the Blood Soul Sect.

A mere Third-tier Middle-grade Array was nothing in the eyes of Ning Daoran.

He waved his hand leisurely, and a Big Green Dragon congregated in his grip, his Blood Qi surging throughout his body, swiftly elevating his Dragon Demon Power to its peak, gradually materializing the Dragon Demon Body, and then fiercely waved the big spear!

"Buzz!"

The Big Green Dragon instantly transformed into a golden, hundreds of feet long Big Spear, bending under the immense power exerted by Ning Daoran’s strike. The Spear Radiance soared, slamming fiercely into the Purple Lightning Frost Array!

"Boom~~~"

With a loud noise, the Array trembled, and cracks spread across its barrier with Ning Daoran’s resounding spear strike!

Exhilarating!

Ning Daoran was immensely delighted; he hadn’t expected to reach the day where he alone could shake a high-level Array. Thus, he continued to exert Dragon Demon Power, spear after spear striking down!

After five continuous strikes, the Purple Lightning Frost Array was on the brink of collapse!

"Damn it!"

Inside the Array, a group of Blood Soul Sect Disciples’ eyes were about to pop out.

"Such terrifying physical Power, no wonder he could subdue that White Dragon Demon King back then. What to do now, with the ancestor not here and Array nearing breach, what can we do..."

"This is bad, this person’s strength far exceeds the ancestor’s estimation, our Blood Soul Sect is doomed..."

"Third Elder, why don’t you say a few soft words to this Ning Mountain Master? Perhaps, perceiving your womanly compassion, he might just spare us..."

...

Amidst everyone’s shock and pale faces, Ning Daoran’s sixth spear thunderously descended, instantly causing the Purple Lightning Frost Array to crumble and disintegrate, such a grand array was only able to block Ning Daoran’s six spears!

"Charge in, annihilate the Blood Soul Sect!"

With an icy gaze, Ning Daoran gave the order and legions passed by as if brushing shoulders.

Big Stupid Deer, Little Bai, Little Blackie, three Late-stage Golden Core Spirit Beasts charged into the White Dragon Temple with an invincible momentum, the few resistant Demon Cultivators were almost instantly killed, and from all directions, Paperfolk rolled in, the worst of them had Mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, they received orders to exterminate the Twelve Demon Sects, showing not the slightest mercy.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Soul Sect became a human purgatory.

"Hmph..."

Ning Daoran turned around and saw a figure floating up to the jade steps by the river—it was Little Qing.

She had devoured at least thirty thousand Life Souls on White Dragon Mountain, didn’t miss out on the slaughter along the river; the Life Souls of the Demon Cultivator disciples left in the Water Fort by the Twelve Demon Sects were also swallowed up. By such a count, at least another ten thousand Life Souls were devoured, and there were at least four to five thousand disciples left defending the White Dragon Temple of the Blood Soul Sect.

With that, in this battle, Little Qing could at least devour four to five thousand Life Souls—an extraordinary feast gifted by the heavens.

"Eating too much, you also need to digest it properly."

Ning Daoran said, "I await the day when you ascend to a Nascent Soul Evil Spirit."

"Yes, young master..."

Little Qing courteously saluted, "I will not disappoint you, young master."

"Go."

"Yes!"

Little Qing floated away, rushing towards a group of panic-stricken Blood Soul Sect disciples, then opened her little cherry mouth, and kept going "ah woo ah woo."

...

Not long after, the Blood Soul Sect was officially annihilated.

Beside Old Demon Lin who fled for his life, almost no disciples escaped.

And now, before Ning Daoran, laid the accumulated wealth of the Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sects.

These Demon Cultivators were inherently predatory cultivators; not all Robbery cultivators were Demon Cultivators, but Demon Cultivators were definitely Robbery cultivators. The wealth hidden within the Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sects’ treasuries was extraordinarily profound.

Ning Daoran pondered for a moment and then joyfully said with a smile, "Move everything back to White Dragon Mountain, I will tally them slowly later on."

"Yes, young master!"

Little Bai waved her hand, directing people to move things.

With a gulp, Big Stupid Deer sucked thousands of treasure boxes into its mouth, hiding them in its stomach space to be spat out later after returning home, extremely safe and reliable, comparable to postal services.

A group of Paperfolk cackled, lifting each treasure box with their Mana. Some Paperfolk had their waist hung with Storage Bags - these were of course treasures from the White Dragon Mountain, all destined to flow ceaselessly back to Ning Daoran.

By dusk, on White Dragon Mountain.

The war ceased, and the Wuzhou Demon Path had nearly been wiped clean in one battle.

Inside the Mountain Master Cave Mansion, Ning Daoran was leisurely tasting tea. Beside him, Little Bai, holding a ledger, said, "I have counted everything clearly, young master. From this battle, we have obtained over four million Spirit Stones, of which the Blood Soul Sect accounted for half. In addition, there are more than twenty Magical Treasures, over twenty thousand Spiritual Artifacts, and more than one hundred thousand Magic Artifacts, all of which have been stored in the treasury of White Dragon Mountain."

"Not bad."

Ning Daoran said, "Don’t store the Spirit Stones in the treasury, it’s a hassle to move them, later on, move them all to the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven. What’s inside the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven is what we can truly take with us."

"Yes, young master!"

Little Bai’s dimples emerged as she smiled.

Taking a sip of tea, Ning Daoran felt rather triumphant and ambitious. Now, he truly lacked nothing financially, possessing nearly ten million Spirit Stones, and additionally, there was a steady income from Liuhua Island in Xia Country – he would once again relish being a landlord upon his return.

Life as a cultivator was becoming more satisfying by the day.

And with more money, things were easier to handle. He planned to refine more Arrays, especially the Falling Star Array – he should refine at least ten or more. This way, when encountering cultivators stronger than himself, in truly inescapable life-and-death situations, if he couldn’t kill them, he would crush them with arrays.

Having money is truly delightful...

With that thought, Ning Daoran’s eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled so broadly he could barely close his mouth.

And following the thorough eradication of the Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sects, White Dragon Mountain entered into a peaceful era.

Ning Daoran once again went into seclusion, honing his cultivation, practicing the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture, and simultaneously sending out Paperfolk to continuously collect information on the waters of the White Dragon River, preparing for the future refinement of a river’s Essence Qi.

...

Just like that, five years passed in a blink of an eye.

That year, Ning Daoran was 355 years old, his cultivation was infinitely close to Golden Core Perfection, but still, he didn’t have an iota of pride or complacency, staying diligent and never forgetting his original intent!

"Mountain Master!"

Outside the Cave Mansion, Xu Family Head Xu Jian arrived like a breeze, respectfully saying, "There’s a Golden Core cultivator outside asking for an audience, claiming to be the Deep Blue Wanderer. He says he has an extremely important matter to discuss with the Mountain Master."