Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 107 - 105 Mo River River God

Chapter 107 -105 Mo River River God

At dawn, clouds enveloped Qiongbi Peak.

Within the misty Spirit field, rows of Purple Jade Spirit Rice glistened magnificently, radiating vibrant vitality.

In the pond, a Big black fish swept its tail, leading a group of Spirit fish in patrolling their territory, causing continuous bubbling sounds in the pond.

Inside the Spiritual beast pen.

Several Spiritual sheep, oblivious to the misfortune that might befall them, munched on the straws of Purple Jade Spirit Rice while bleating.

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A group of Spiritual ducks quacked loudly, and even the frogs by the pond, overfed on the decayed leaves of Purple Jade Spirit Rice, had gained spirituality and were croaking non-stop early in the morning.

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Inside the secret room.

Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes; his cultivation in the Returning to the True Level of True Yang Furnace Technique had solidified, and he now had over two thousand five hundred droplets of condensed Magic Power Liquid in his body.

Unfortunately, the improvement granted by the True Yang Furnace Technique, though increasing his Magic Power Condensed Liquid, was not enough to advance Ning Daoran to the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

He was just a bit short and needed to endure it slowly.

What an unearthly talent this Ninth Grade Mixed Spirit Root possessed!

For ordinary people, they probably wouldn’t even see the back of someone at the Qi Refining Middle Stage in their lifetime, let alone advance to Foundation Establishment Stage like Ning Daoran. This was practically a fairy tale.

The ultimate achievements of all the cultivators in the world are closely linked to the quality of their Spirit Roots.

For example, at the Chaotic Sect, the Sect Master Jiang Yu possessed a Second Grade Mutated Thunder Spirit Root, while Gongyang Yan, Lin Xingyuan, and Ning Qing had Third-grade spiritual roots.

In fact, many cultivators’ potential to advance on the path of cultivation is predetermined from the start.

“Sigh…”

Ning Daoran took a deep breath, grateful he possessed the Grass and Wood Holy Spirit System.

He would face no barriers in practicing cultivation techniques, as he could elevate the level of techniques through intensive Refining Time and then use the raised level of the techniques to feed back into his own cultivation.

Moreover, Ning Daoran had an exceptionally long life span; his lifespan at the Foundation Establishment Stage was as high as 440 years.

Now, with almost four hundred years left, he believed that there shouldn’t be a big problem in achieving Core Formation within those four hundred years.

“Time to work!”

Ning Daoran invigoratedly flung his arms and left the small dwelling within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, walking towards a small cluster of silver bamboo nearby.

The Silver Moon Bamboo had grown for a thousand years.

Originally, that section of Silver Moon Bamboo roots produced six buds, and now it had spread and grown even more buds, with dozens of bamboo stalks robustly growing on the ground.

On the bamboo joints, strands of silver patterns emerged, signifying the thousand-year age of the Silver Moon Bamboo.

“It’s time…”

Filled with determination, Ning Daoran immediately drew the Qiushui Sword and cut down a dozen bamboo stocks, then dragged the bamboo back into his cabin.

He planned to refine twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords, control them with the Jianjia Sword Technique, and further enhance their lethality with the support of the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation!

Inside the Artifact Refining Room.

Ning Daoran took out the Chi Long Ding, feeling excited to refine a Treasure belonging to himself for the first time.

He took out a small notebook, which contained numerous notes on his experiences in Artifact Refining and some techniques he had sneakily learned from Wen Ru.

In the path of Artifact Refining, Ning Daoran’s talent was quite ordinary.

However, with the help of Samadhi True Fire and the assistance of the Artifact Refining Treasure like Chi Long Ding, things were naturally different.

“Rise!”

He levitated the dozen or so Silver Moon Bamboos filled with silver patterns, and Ning Daoran formally began the refining process.

He slowly exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire, enveloping the bamboos within it, continuously heating and refining them while maintaining a gradually increasing, orderly temperature.

Artifact Refining is an art that requires finesse. The heat during refining should neither be too high nor too low; it should reach a suitable temperature range.

He also needed to maintain a balance of humidity inside the room.

This was also not a problem; whenever Ning Daoran felt the humidity was too low, a simple motion of his hand executing the Rain Transformation Technique could easily resolve the issue.

In a blink of an eye, five “two hours” passed.

“Sizzle~~~”

Under the prolonged burning of Samadhi True Fire, the segments of Silver Moon Bamboo finally began to soften.

Ning Daoran slowly increased the intensity of the Samadhi True Fire.

After a short time, the silver patterns entwined on the bamboo joints began to twist and melt.

Ning Daoran immediately stabilized the flame, letting the Samadhi True Fire maintain this intensity to burn.

After the silver patterns melted, they formed strands and threads of silver Spiritual Liquid, dripping slowly from the bamboo joints into the Chi Long Ding.

Before long, the base of the Chi Long Ding was covered with a layer of silver Spiritual Liquid, which was the essence of the Silver Moon Bamboo.

The Silver Moon Bamboo naturally harbored both Wood Attribute and Gold Attribute, inherently nurturing the gold-associated Silver Spiritual Liquid, which is a precious material crucial for refining Flying Swords.

This Thousand-Year-Old Silver Moon Bamboo Spiritual Liquid was a treasure that countless Sword Cultivators dreamt of.

Ning Daoran was neither hurried nor rash as he exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire and began to burn the Chi Long Ding fiercely, continuing to refine and purify the impurities in the Silver Spiritual Liquid.

Meanwhile, the remaining green bamboo joints were subjected to stronger flames to extract the Wooden Attribute essence within.

Several “two hours” later, the bamboo joints of all dozen bamboos had turned to ashes, leaving only strands of green vapor that Ning Daoran collected in the air with his Mana.

The green vapor continued to condense, turning into green granules.

In the Chi Long Ding, the purification of the Silver Spiritual Liquid was also completed.

“Now is the time.”

Seeing the right moment, Ning Daoran brightened up, with no second thoughts; he gestured with his fingertips, using his Mana to shape the forms of the Flying Swords. Instantly, silver droplets in the Chi Long Ding rose into a spiral.

In the air, the embryo forms of twelve silver Flying Swords were instantly completed.

However, while these Flying Swords were highly lethal, they lacked resilience.

This could lead to the Flying Swords shattering upon encountering an opponent’s sturdy inner armor or shield-like Treasure during a Fight Technique encounter.

Ning Daoran, of course, had already anticipated this.

He flicked his finger, continuously drawing the essence of Spirituality from green granules and blending it into the Flying Swords.

Soon after, traces of green patterns appeared on the handles and blades of the Flying Swords, significantly enhancing their toughness without visibility.

This process was rather meticulous and highly exhausting.

Fortunately, Ning Daoran’s Divine Soul and strength were exceptionally formidable, making this continuous several-day artifact refining a trivial matter for him.

After a full three days.

“Success at last!”

Ning Daoran waved his hand, and immediately twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords, each about a foot long, swam up like silver meteors with his gesture, swaying horizontally in the air.

A complete set of flying swords, Second-Order Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifact!

Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief, quite satisfied with this creation.

After all, this was his first time refining an artifact on his own, and to succeed in one go, moreover being assessed as a Second-Order Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifact, what more could he ask for?

Even at this moment, his skill in the Artifact Path could be said to have risen to the Second-Order Middle-Grade!

Of course, there was still a bit of uncertainty, mainly because the silver moon flying swords were ranked as Second-Order Middle-Grade Spiritual Artifact largely due to the material used.

Flying swords crafted from thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo, even a slightly stronger Artifact Refiner would likely have the chance to forge it into a Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact!

“Old Lu?”

Ning Daoran casually raised his hand and smiled, “Won’t you offer a comment?”

“Aoaoao~~~”

Big Stupid Deer quickly charged forward, moved its antlers aside, and rubbed its big head against him, implying ‘Big brother is awesome, unparalleled in the Artifact Path!’

“Hehehe…”

Ning Daoran, content and pleased, said, “My newly forged swords are ready, now missing something to test them on!”

“Ao??”

Big Stupid Deer’s ears perked up, could it possibly be me?

Ning Daoran laughed heartily, walking out the door with Big Stupid Deer.

In the pond, the big black fish instantly bristled its scales, sensing a great horror about to descend. Could it be the object for the sword testing?

Sword chopping sauerkraut fish?

In an instant, the big black fish’s mental state collapsed.

Who would have thought that Ning Daoran didn’t even glance at it; instead, he scooped up a large carp from the pond with a large spoon and walked off to cook with Big Stupid Deer.

After a hearty dinner, Chen Weimo ascended to continue her cultivation.

Ning Daoran then released a Paper Substitute that took on his appearance and stayed in the living room to cultivate.

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Nighttime.

One section of Mo River, Shanyang County.

“Roar—”

A tiger’s roar echoed through the woods, sending all birds and beasts fleeing; a golden-haired fierce tiger, at least two meters high, appeared in the woods.

It strolled leisurely, its eyes scanning the jungle.

Its body was pulsing with a terrifying Foundation Establishment aura, evidently, a Second Order Demon Beast!

At this time, a person was seated on the tiger’s back.

The person was dressed in black robes, adorned with a hat, wearing inner armor, and carrying a sword on his back, arms folded across his chest, calm and serene atop the tiger.

This duo was naturally Ning Daoran, who had disguised himself, and Big Stupid Deer, who had transformed.

“Old Lu, your tiger roar is lacking…”

Ning Daoran teased, “Look, the frogs by the river are still croaking loudly, not at all scared of you, almost as if they’re mocking you.”

“Roar~~~”

Big Stupid Deer turned and gave a low call to its Brother.

It explained it had tried its best. The frogs were not scared merely because of their own ignorance and insignificance.

‘Wow, so Zen…’

Ning Daoran rubbed his chin, remaining silent.

…

By the river.

A temple painted in red stood erect, with red lanterns hung high. Despite the deep night, there were still folks coming to offer incense.

Beyond ordinary folks were several young men in black, riding horses and patrolling along the river.

River God Gang.

Ning Daoran recalled the time when he and Lin Sheng alongside Han Bing tried assassinating a Branch Leader of the Green Robe Association.

Previously, the folks of Shanyang County worshipped two deities.

One of them was the legendary Green-clothed Lady, who was now kneeling inside the Green Ghost Flag in Ning Daoran’s Storage Bag.

The other was the Mo River River God, whose mundane followers had formed the River God Gang.

The rivalry between the River God Gang and the Green Robe Association dated back centuries and had been fierce for a hundred years.

But recently, Ning Daoran had subdued the Green-clothed Lady, directly causing the downfall of the Green Robe Association, leaving the River God Gang unrivaled.

Thus, the River God Gang’s members grew even more reckless, continuously extorting the local people.

Even the ritual offerings to the River God switched from once every two years to once a year, and from four children to eight.

This matter had escalated severely.

However, the River God lurking in the river was notoriously difficult to deal with, especially in the water, where many cultivators who came to eliminate the menace for the people ended up as prey to the River God.

…

“KengKeng~~~”

By the river, Ning Daoran strolled, his fingers lightly flicking the body of a Silver Moon Flying Sword, and he smiled, “Evil creature, won’t you come out and meet your end?”

The river water began to grow wildly turbulent.

A massive whirlpool swirled with a pitch-black head emerging from the water, its blood-red eyes staring fixedly at Ning Daoran, “You seeking death?”