Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 514 - 512 Snow Soul True Monarch

The snow was falling heavily within the Imperial City, but it remained bustling with activity.

As night fell, rows of red lanterns were lit along the streets, and the taverns and brothels clustered together in dizzying abundance.

"Come and have fun, dear sir~~~"

A graceful woman, leaning on the railing, waved her handkerchief towards Ning Daoran.

Ning Daoran spared her a glance.

"Awoo~~~"

Big Stupid Deer shivered with excitement, wondering if his big brother was really going to take him to a brothel?

It was thrilled, still unaware of what exactly a brothel entailed.

"Cough cough..."

Ning Daoran transmitted his voice: "Old Lu, we’re at least Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, we mustn’t diminish our standing... Just look at this common rouge and powder; don’t think too much about it!"

"Awoo~~"

Big Stupid Deer wagged its tail, agreeing with his big brother’s words.

After walking for a long while, leaving the bustling area of taverns and brothels behind, they came upon a slightly shabby tavern on the roadside in comparison to those towering six or seven-story taverns, with walls that let through the wind, furnished with a few tables, and thankfully, a thriving hearth fire, which allowed one to enjoy a drink while appreciating the beautiful view.

Ning Daoran sat down with Big Stupid Deer.

"Waiter, five pounds of beef, a pot of mixed stew, and ten pounds of good wine!"

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment!"

The waiter returned shortly; the beef was thick and solid, the mixed stew was very fragrant, and it was kept cooking on the stove, which in this icy cold weather, was perfect paired along with good wine.

Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer feasted heartily, and for some reason, everything felt more delicious in a foreign land.

While indulging in food and drink, Ning Daoran’s gaze flickered.

Not far away, a woman in a grey robe, a drunken mess, was already slumped over a table, snoring loudly.

"Hmph..."

Ning Daoran smiled indifferently and ignored her.

But shortly after, within his Divine Soul, a sensation of falling surged, as if someone was trying to drag his soul into a deep abyss.

Initially, Ning Daoran wanted to resist, but quickly dismissed his concerns. With Old Lu by his side, others couldn’t touch him, and the other party’s soul technique seemed to be some kind of dream realm technique. He wanted to witness it!

"Whoosh!"

His soul plummeted, falling into a vast sea of bleak snow.

Ning Daoran slowly rose, struggling to discern whether this place was the real world.

"Fellow Daoist, have no doubts."

A woman emerged from the snow, clad in a grey robe, quite beautiful, with a strong aura of early-stage Nascent Soul emanating from her, holding a long sword, and smiling, she said, "This is my realm of dreams, but I do not know who you are, Fellow Daoist. What brings you to Sangyu Country’s Capital?"

"Is it any of your business?"

Ning Daoran’s gaze was indifferent.

"In that case, this humble one won’t hold back!"

The woman drew her sword and lashed out fiercely!

Ning Daoran pulled out Big Green Dragon, his body overflowing with Dragon Demon Power, holding his own without faltering.

At the Wind Snow Tower, Bai Ying had told Ning Daoran that the waters of the Capital ran deep, with a Nascent Soul in the Martial Temple who specialized in an "assassination technique in the dream realm," suggesting that if one’s soul was dragged into the dream and killed by the opponent, one might truly die!

If it wasn’t unexpected, this woman must be that Nascent Soul proficient in the dream realm assassination technique!

...

In an instant, Big Green Dragon thrust forward with a spear, and raging lightning surged all around!

"Ah?"

The woman exclaimed in shock as her slender waist was sliced in two.

So-called assassination in the dream realm, not only failed to kill the intended, but she herself got killed instead.

"Huff..."

Ning Daoran sighed in relief. He had dozed off by the roadside just before, and now slowly waking up, his mind was abundantly clear about what had happened. Just stepping into the Capital, and already being targeted by a Nascent Soul - Sangyu Country indeed harbored hidden expert.

"Awoo awoo~~"

Big Stupid Deer was still eating meat, bellowing at Ning Daoran with a cry, implying that his big brother’s alcohol tolerance was unusually poor today.

"..."

Ning Daoran rolled his eyes, surely, a big stupid deer indeed.

"Fellow Daoist."

Ning Daoran slowly stood up and moved to another table, sitting down in front of the woman, smiling, "How was I, Ning, with the spear technique?"

The woman slowly raised her head, a trickle of fresh blood on her lips, and her eyes full of disbelief: "Who exactly are you, Fellow Daoist? In Sangyu Country, there’s no early-stage Nascent Soul like you..."

"Don’t ask who I am."

Ning Daoran frowned slightly: "Fellow Daoist, you pulled my soul into the dream realm without any provocation and even attempted to kill me. With such a deep grudge, even if I killed you right here, wouldn’t it be justified?"

"You..."

The Nascent Soul Woman was exceedingly alarmed.

"However, you need not worry."

Ning Daoran smiled faintly: "I am but a traveler, merely seeking an opportunity in Sangyu Country’s Capital. Causing a murder in the Capital would surely attract lots of trouble, Ning has no interest in that."

"Then... what do you want?" The woman was visibly nervous.

"I would ask Fellow Daoist to bring out a treasure to redeem your own life."

"You..." The woman was dumbfounded.

"Isn’t that reasonable?"

Ning Daoran slightly raised his eyebrow: "I advise you, Fellow Daoist, not to take any chances. At this moment, taking your life is but a mere thought away for me."

"In that case..."

The woman clenched her teeth: "I am the Temple Priest of the Martial Temple in Sangyu Country, Snow Soul True Monarch. Are you sure you want to do this, Fellow Daoist?"

"Enough talk!"

"Fine then!"

The woman gently raised her hand, and from her Storage Bag flew out an object, a green-colored Treasure Mirror, emitting the aura of a Low-grade Spiritual Treasure.

"This treasure is known as the Green Wood Treasure Mirror, a Wood Attribute treasure that is extremely useful for dealing with enemies."

Snow Soul True Monarch slightly knitted her brows, "With this treasure, can my life be redeemed?"

Ning Daoran’s gaze turned sharp and cold, "For the Temple Priest of the Martial Temple, is your life only worth a Low-grade Spiritual Treasure? Isn’t that too cheap?"

"You..."

Snow Soul True Monarch wanted to argue but seemed to have no ground to stand on.

The other party was right; at this rate, her life indeed seemed cheap. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

From between her brows flew out a wisp of light, actually a snow-white short sword, extremely exquisite in appearance, with a lustrous and moist color, and the hilt carved from precious jade, all around it emanated the aura of a Low-grade Spiritual Treasure.

Ning Daoran could not help but secretly admire her in his heart; after all, she was a capital official, wealthy indeed!

"This is the Snow Soul Sword."

Snow Soul True Monarch said with a frown, "It is my Life-bound Item. If Fellow Daoist desires it, then take it together with the rest."

"Thanks!"

Ning Daoran raised his hand and collected the Green Wood Treasure Mirror along with the Snow Soul Sword into his Storage Bag; since they were offered, not taking them would be impolite, and that would not do!

"Fellow Daoist, may I leave now?"

"Please, as you wish."

Snow Soul True Monarch drifted away.

After crossing several streets, she viciously stamped on the snow beneath her, her eyes filled with indignation. She had intended to fish using the dream technique, but who could have thought that she would end up being robbed by the fish? Who could she even take this grievance to?!

"Furious, I am!"

She lightly stamped her foot, transforming into a wisp of flowing light and headed straight for the Martial Temple.

...

Deep into the night, the Capital city was shrouded in silence, with only the sound of falling snow.

The Martial Temple, where red lanterns formed a continuous chain, interlacing with each other.

"Aunt, why are you up at this late hour?"

A woman walked out of the Martial Temple, dressed in a very fitting soft armor, her chest heaving, and her rounded snowy legs somewhat helplessly said, "I was practicing."

"You can practice anytime, but there’s about to be major trouble in the Capital city."

The one speaking was Snow Soul True Monarch, draped in a cloak, "Not long ago in the city, I encountered someone at the Nascent Soul Early Stage who actually killed me in the realm of dreams, and then used my life to blackmail me and take away the Green Wood Treasure Mirror and the Snow Soul Sword!"

"What?"

The young woman shivered, "That Snow Soul Sword is the Life-bound Item of my aunt; how could it be taken by someone else?"

"I can’t explain it either."

Snow Soul True Monarch with a slight furrow in her brows said, "In any case, take up your weapon and come with me to confront him. The two of us together should be able to suppress this person, right?"

"Fine!"

The young woman turned around, fetched a long spear from inside her home, and said, "Someone actually dares to bully my aunt Lin Guo; this cannot be tolerated. No matter who this person is, we must let them know which way the door of the Martial Temple swings!"

But just at this moment, footsteps came through the snow.

A figure walked in from the snow curtain, one hand behind his back, smiling and saying, "May I ask Lin Wuxian, which way does the Martial Temple’s door open?"

"You..."

Lin Guo’s gaze was cold as she stared at the figure in the snow.

He looked somewhat familiar, but also not quite so.

Wasn’t that person at Gold Core Late Stage? How come he has now reached Nascent Soul?

For a moment, Lin Guo felt as if her heartstrings had been plucked.

"Fellow Daoist Ning?"

"Indeed."

Ning Daoran stepped out from the snow curtain, grinning and saying, "I, Ning Daoran, have met Lin Wuxian, and today, I’ve come regarding the pledge we once made at White Dragon River... Eh..."

His gaze fell on Snow Soul True Monarch, and he was taken aback, "This Fellow Daoist is also here? What was your name again..."

He scratched his head, having already forgotten her name.

"You!"

Snow Soul True Monarch was on the verge of exploding, so many treasures were robbed from her, and yet he didn’t even remember her name? Just how forgetful was this person?

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Lin Guo narrowed her eyes, "Congratulations Fellow Daoist, since our separation at White Dragon River, I would not have thought you’d already achieved Nascent Soul, reaching the Supreme path!"

"Merely by chance."

Ning Daoran said, "But I wonder if the appointment between Lin Wuxian and I still stands?"

"That’s natural."

Lin Guo said, "However... The one who took my aunt’s treasures, was it really Fellow Daoist Ning?"

"Indeed."

Ning Daoran said, "When I was drinking at an inn, this Fellow Daoist felt pity for an out-of-town Cultivator like Ning and thus gifted two Spiritual Treasures. This matter has even reached Lin Wuxian’s ears?"

"!!!"

Lin Guo’s mouth twitched, seeing his demeanor as if he had no intention of spitting them out today.

"Lin Guo."

Snow Soul True Monarch transmitted, "Why not directly take him down, this rascal must be killed!"

"Impossible..."

Lin Guo frowned, transmitting back, "When he was at Gold Core Late Stage, he could exchange over a hundred moves with me. Now that he has reached Nascent Soul, his foundation must be unfathomably deep. We do not need to make an enemy out of him for two Spiritual Treasures. After this matter... I’ll enter the abyss once more and find a Life-bound Item for my aunt!"

Snow Soul True Monarch clenched her teeth bitterly, left with no choice but to accept it.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Lin Guo held her spear, saying, "There is a Kunwu Dojo behind the Martial Temple’s mountain, a place for decisive battles without disturbance. How about we spar there?"

"Excellent!"

Ning Daoran, holding the Big Green Dragon, was by now brimming with confidence.