Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 115 - 113 Zhao Zhi

Chapter 115 -113 Zhao Zhi

Days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ning Daoran left behind a Class A Paperfolk, charged with covertly protecting the disciples of the Chaotic Sect within the Moon Reflected Water Curtain Array.

He himself would take Big Stupid Deer and strike from shadows all around, seemingly appearing and disappearing at will.

Every attack yielded results, from slaying Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators to annihilating Late-stage Qi Refining Demon Cultivators who fought above their level. He made numerous battle accomplishments.

In the past few days, rumors circulated among Sects like Chaotic Sect, Star Moon Pavilion, Steel Gate Sect, and others about a Foundation Establishment Cultivator of extraordinary strength, slaughtering Demon Path Foundation Establishments as easily as an ox drinks water.

But no one knew who this person was; they only knew that he wore the uniform of an Outer Disciple of the Chaotic Sect.

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Gongyang Yan once suspected Ning Daoran, but after several patrols of Ning’s territory turned up nothing, he had to dismiss the idea.

…

At dusk, the setting sun cast slanted rays.

After suffering multiple losses of Foundation Establishment and a great number of Late-stage Qi Refining Disciples over several days, the morale of the Demon Path forces had declined.

Atop gnarled old trees, a man in a black robe stood tall, exuding the air of a Ghost Dao Golden Core.

This man was Zhao Zhi, the Sect Master of the Ghost Ghost Sect.

Decades ago, Zhao Zhi achieved the Golden Core Stage, murdered his own master, and ascended to the seat of Sect Master.

Now with his Golden Core Early Stage Cultivation becoming ever more stable, he was planning to break through to the Mid-stage.

“Sect Master.”

An Inner Sect Disciple of the Ghost Ghost Sect rushed in, panic evident on his face, “Guest Elder Liu has been killed, purportedly by that Outer Disciple from the Chaotic Sect.”

“What? Elder Liu is dead?”

Zhao Zhi’s gaze turned icy, “Is the news reliable?”

“Absolutely true. Some disciples saw a piece of Elder Liu’s remains with traces left by the Ten Thousand Poison Ants. He always fed the Ten Thousand Poison Ants with his own flesh. Who else could it be besides him?”

“Damn thief…”

Zhao Zhi clenched his teeth, “At any cost, find this person’s whereabouts for me!”

…

In the dead of night.

In a dense forest outside the northern battlefield.

Ning Daoran gently pulled the Azure Dragon Spear from the chest of a Qi Refinement Realm disciple of the Ghost Ghost Sect, causing fresh blood to spurt out violently.

Battling those below one’s own level, Foundation Establishment against Qi Refinement, was indeed comfortable. No wonder so many people enjoyed it.

Beside him, Big Stupid Deer, transformed into a fierce tiger, devoured its prey and immediately tunneled into the earth, disappearing without a trace.

“Hm?”

Ning Daoran looked up slightly, to see a Golden Core aura rapidly approaching from the distance.

Even from afar, he could see a trail of blood-red tunneling light, alarmingly fast.

“Fellow Daoist, hold for a moment.”

The voice of the other party came from afar, chillingly laughing, “Fellow Daoist has killed so many of my Ghost Ghost Sect’s disciples, do you really think you can walk away from this?”

Ning Daoran focused his gaze and saw a skeletal middle-aged man standing on a branch, his body swaying with the branch, appearing ghost-like, exuding an indescribable chill.

“It seems you’re the one who killed the Guest Elder of my Ghost Ghost Sect.”

The middle-aged Ghost Cultivator’s mouth curled up slightly, surrounded by wisps of Yin souls, laughing, “I am Zhao Zhi, the Sect Master of Ghost Ghost Sect, here to claim your life.”

Before his words finished, Zhao Zhi made his move!

With his fingers spread, Yin souls erupted, immediately filling the whole forest with an oppressive Yin Qi.

Being an Early-stage Ghost Dao Golden Core Cultivator, Zhao Zhi, who had immersed himself in the Ghost Path for many years, was much stronger than the Green-clothed Lady, his Yin Qi wind slicing like bone-paring knives!

The battleground was close by, any commotion would quickly attract Jiang Yu, Gongyang Yan, and other Golden Cores.

“Whoosh!”

Ning Daoran took off, turning into a streak of light heading southwest!

“You really think you can escape?”

Zhao Zhi laughed heartily, also turning into a streak of light in pursuit, taunting, “You’re just a mere Foundation Establishment, do you think you can outrun the speed of my Soul Burning Light Body Technique?”

In the wind, the howling of ghosts was heard, wisps of souls being burned to boost the speed of Zhao Zhi’s tunneling light.

The winds howled as the two streaks of light zoomed by in the sky at a breakneck pace.

Ning Daoran frowned slightly; he kept his speed at around seventy percent, lest Zhao Zhi couldn’t keep up.

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After racing for several hundred miles, Ning Daoran gradually slowed down and landed in a secluded forest.

“Hmph!”

Zhao Zhi crossed his arms and stepped leisurely onto a branch, sneering, “Finally come to your senses? No matter how far you run, death is inescapable. What do you think?”

Ning Daoran smiled faintly and distorted his voice to sound old, saying, “Indeed, it’s certain that you’ll die today.”

“Audacious!”

Zhao Zhi suddenly landed with a stomp, and immediately, wafts of vengeful spirits rose around him.

Not only that, he raised the sleeve of his robe slightly, and two refined corpses floated out, standing by his side.

One old and one young, the older one had a sallow and aged face without a hint of color, an Early Golden Core Stage piece. The younger one had white eyes, a ferocious expression, and held a fine sword, at the Late-stage of Foundation Establishment.

“I’ve heard that the Sect Master of the Ghost Ghost Sect, Zhao Zhi is cruel by nature; that he killed his own master and son and refined them into corpses. It seems the rumors are true…”

Ning Daoran remarked with some emotion, finding the methods of the people of the Demon Path sometimes hard to accept.

Refining one’s own master and son, that was something that might be considered pathological even by the pathologically inclined.

“The great Dao is splendid, how can one allow others to obstruct it?”

Zhao Zhi scoffed, “Such matters, how could you, a mere Foundation Establishment nobody, possibly understand?”

“Saying this, Zhao Zhi pulled out a red bell from his bosom, a cold smirk spreading across his lips.”

“Ding ding ding—”

Suddenly, the sound of bells echoed from all directions.

‘This is bad…’

Ning Daoran frowned. The moment his opponent shook the bell, his Divine Soul felt as if it had been struck by lightning, experiencing a numbing sensation.

Fortunately, with the Evergreen Technique and Soul Searching Technique to strengthen his Divine Soul, Ning Daoran’s Divine Soul Strength was not only beyond the reach of those at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but not even cultivators at the Golden Core Stage could necessarily compare!

He gritted his teeth lightly, pretending to be in unbearable pain and in a dazed state.

“Hmph!”

Zhao Zhi let out a cold laugh, “My Soul-shocking Bell can ensnare even Golden Core Early Stage Cultivators off guard, let alone a Foundation Establishment waste like you.

“But, Fellow Daoist, you need not fret. I will refine you into my third corpse, and you’ll be in the company of that old man and rebellious son, which isn’t too shabby a way to treat you!”

While speaking, Zhao Zhi brandished a Short Knife in the air from several zhang away, making a motion as if to slash Ning Daoran’s throat.

This man was exceedingly cautious, still unwilling to approach even in such a situation!

Ning Daoran felt a sense of respect for his prudence, but if that was the case, then Zhao Zhi truly could not be left alive!

“Clang!”

An Azure Dragon Spear imbued with ghostly light rose horizontally, instantly knocking the Short Knife Spiritual Artifact flying.

In the next second, a streak of blue light descended from the sky, heading straight for Zhao Zhi’s head—it was none other than the Jade Saber!

Zhao Zhi was horrified. He immediately rolled to avoid the strike of the Jade Saber, and with a light pat on his inner armor, mana surged in and the form of the inner armor emerged from his clothes.

However, while he was retreating, he suddenly felt an intense pain at the back of his neck.

A Broken porcelain piece, pulled by a blood-colored thread, swept past!

“A First-tier Magical Artifact!?”

Zhao Zhi was both angered and annoyed.

Ning Daoran, on the other hand, didn’t mind. He didn’t think there was any problem with a Foundation Establishment Stage using a First-tier Magical Artifact; as long as the treasure was used well, even a First-tier Magical Artifact could kill a Golden Core!

“Boom—”

Amidst the sound of rushing wind, Ning Daoran unleashed the Wind Riding Leisurely Technique to its peak, instantly appearing in front of Zhao Zhi, swinging his long spear downwards.

“Naive!”

Zhao Zhi, amidst his mocking laughter, brought out a Protective Spirit Artifact to deflect the Azure Dragon Spear. At the same time, two refined corpses launched their attacks.

One aimed straight at Ning Daoran’s face, while the other targeted his back.

Especially with the Golden Core refined corpse, its assaults were extremely fierce; if he didn’t dodge, even with Body Refining Technique at the Returning to Nature Level for protection, he would certainly be either dead or gravely injured!

In a flash, Ning Daoran’s body twisted in the wind, slipping away from the refined corpses’ attacks like a slippery mudfish.

‘This is not good.’

He frowned, the speed of the refined corpses far exceeding his expectations.

He had thought that without a Divine Soul infused within them, the corpses would be slow, but he hadn’t expected their attack speed to be so swift and fierce.

“Come!”

With a slap on his Storage Bag, the Green Ghost Flag unfurled and the Green-clothed Lady emerged from the void.

“Eh?”

Zhao Zhi recognized this Evil Spirit at a glance, initially jolting in shock, then snickered, “No wonder the Green-clothed Evil Ghost suddenly vanished years ago; it turned out to be refined into a flag by you, Fellow Daoist.

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All the better, such a treasure is greatly coveted by my Ghost Ghost Sect. This flag is mine now!”

“In your dreams!”

Ning Daoran held up the True Feather Fan with his left hand and gently waved it, sending a ferocious blast of Fierce Flame towards the two refined corpses.

With a calm smile, he said, “The Green-clothed Evil Ghost is now mine. If you want her, you’ll have to ask if she agrees!”

In the wind, the Green-clothed Lady swept her long sleeves to attack with bitter winds, not bothering to respond.

Even so, Ning Daoran sensed a hint of excitement in the Green-clothed Lady’s emotions.

‘Damn it!’

His Daoist Heart was slightly rattled, thinking this Little Qing actually kind of wanted to go to Zhao Zhi?

Well, it made sense; Zhao Zhi was from the Demon Path, and if the Green-clothed Evil Ghost followed him, wouldn’t there be an abundance of blood essence and human Life Soul?

Unlike staying with Ning Daoran, where belt-tightening was the order of the day.

Ning Daoran was somewhat speechless. What kind of companions did he have, even Little Blackie put aside, now even this Little Qing seemed rebellious.

No choice, he thought, he’d have to train her slowly in time.

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“Fellow Daoist, aren’t you going to surrender now?”

Zhao Zhi’s sneering voice carried through the chill wind, and the earth trembled as huge blood-red skull steles rose from the ground around them, invoking a sensation of being in Hell.

“My Hundred Ghosts Skull Soul Stele hasn’t been summoned for many years. Today, Fellow Daoist, you are fortunate to be escorted on your way by it!”

Blood-colored steles encircled Zhao Zhi, and as he gestured, ghostly spirits wound around them, filling the air with an even colder presence.

Ning Daoran didn’t overestimate himself. With a snap to his Storage Bag, a series of Second-class Paperfolk sprang forth, instantly deploying over thirty Second-class Paperfolk.

“Oh?”

Zhao Zhi’s gaze chilled, “Paperfolk Technique? These Trivial skills may fool mortals, but you dare to embarrass yourself with them before me?”

“That remains to be seen, Fellow Daoist,” Ning Daoran replied, lifting a finger and snapping it.

“Swish swish swish—”

A horde of Second-class Paperfolk each took out a Talisman from their bosoms. Although all were First-tier Talismans, when the hundreds were activated at once, their brilliance intensified, being scattered from all sides towards Zhao Zhi and his two refined corpses!

‘Holy shit!’

Zhao Zhi’s soul was shaken. What on earth was this Paperfolk Technique?