Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 176 - 174 Chen Weimo, Attention!

Chapter 176 -174 Chen Weimo, Attention!

“It turns out to be Lady Xingtong.”

Ning Daoran stepped forward with a fist clasped in hand, “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

“Indeed, it has been a long time.”

Lady Xingtong covered her mouth with a smile, “I hear that ten years ago after we last met, Fellow Daoist Ning secluded himself for cultivation on Qiongbi Peak and hasn’t left the mountain even once in all those years.”

“Mm.”

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Ning Daoran said, “We cultivators, once we enter closed-door cultivation, can easily lose track of the passing years—it’s quite common.”

“Do you intend to purchase some items now that you’ve come down from the mountain? May I have the fortune to accompany you?”

She wanted to take over Chen Ping’er’s prestigious customer.

Ning Daoran saw through it but did not comment, simply smiling faintly, “I intend to buy some talismans, I’d appreciate it if the lady could lead the way.”

“Very well, I shall guide you.”

Not long after, he replenished his stock with some second-rank talismans and also bought two third-tier talismans at a high price.

Afterward, Lady Xingtong expressed her wish to serve him a cup of tea in a private room and hoped he would do her the honor of accepting, to which Ning Daoran nodded his agreement.

Inside the private room.

Several layers of prohibitions rose one after another.

Lady Xingtong’s red lips parted silently as she spoke through a sound transmission, “Fellow Daoist Ning, is there something you wish to ask me?”

“Not really.”

Ning Daoran said, “Ten years ago, I returned to the sect after trading for third-tier True Feathers at the Xiyu Pavilion. It was only afterward that I heard about the drastic changes there, I never expected the Jiuyun Sect to act so swiftly and decisively.”

“Indeed.”

Lady Xingtong said with a bitter smile, “It was not only unexpected to you and me, but even our uncle ancestor hadn’t foreseen it.”

Ning Daoran thought of that hot-tempered Master Yan Long and could only say… if one’s abilities aren’t great, one shouldn’t have such a great temper. If he had been a bit more diplomatic in his approach, with his strength, he probably wouldn’t have perished.

Even, Jiuyun Shangren might have sought to recruit Master Yan Long to be a guest elder at the Jiuyun Sect.

“Ping’er was injured and left amidst the chaotic battle ten years ago, and her whereabouts have been unknown ever since.”

Lady Xingtong’s expression turned sorrowful, “It was said that a Foundation Establishment Elder from the Jiuyun Sect pursued her to kill. Afterward, he too disappeared. The Jiuyun Sect is very sensitive about the takeover of the Xiyu Pavilion, and over the years, I’ve dared not inquire carelessly.”

“Everyone has their own fate; perhaps this is Fellow Daoist Chen’s destiny.”

Ning Daoran showed no emotional fluctuations and said, “Isn’t Madam the same, like duckweed upon the water, left to the mercy of fate?”

“Fellow Daoist Ning, you…”

Lady Xingtong’s eyes suddenly reddened. Over these many years, no one had dared to speak to her so bluntly.

And these were precisely the root of the humiliation and forbearance deep in Lady Xingtong’s heart.

“We, as weaker women, with cultivation far less than those Great Golden Core Cultivators, what choice do we have but to submit?”

Lady Xingtong said in self-mockery, “As you said, it is fate.”

Ning Daoran said nothing, simply clasped his fists in farewell and left.

By the window.

Lady Xingtong’s beautiful eyes followed Ning Daoran’s retreating figure, her lips hesitating to speak again and again.

…

Several months later.

The cold winter, the snowflakes blurring the sky.

Ning Daoran woke up from his cultivation as a Sound Transmission Talisman flew into the underground chamber, from Chen Yuzhu.

Chen Yuzhu never disturbed his cultivation, which meant there had to be something extremely important.

“Young master.”

Inside the living room, both Chen Yuzhu and Qin Wenyao were teary-eyed.

“Our master… She just passed away a moment ago…”

“What?”

Ning Daoran’s heart felt as if it were being harshly squeezed.

On that day, Chen Weimo passed away.

She was 125 years old, which indeed was the age of demise for someone in the Qi Refinement Realm who had consumed three first-tier Life Extension Pills.

“Young master.”

Chen Yuzhu knelt on the ground, holding out a Storage Bag, “Before the master passed, she asked me to give you these. She said… she said…”

“What did she say?”

Ning Daoran softly said, “Tell me her exact words.”

“She said she’s sorry to you, Uncle. You put so much effort into her cultivation, yet in the end, she couldn’t reach Foundation Establishment, wasting so many of your elixir pills and spirit stones…

She said these were her savings over the years, to be returned to you, as much as possible, and if it’s not enough, she’ll continue to repay in the next life. That is her debt to you.”

“…”

Ning Daoran’s Divine Sense swept over the Storage Bag – inside were over four thousand spirit stones, plus a top-grade magical tool, two mid-grade magical artifacts, all of which he had given to her back then.

There was also a white robe.

It was very common for cultivators to wear robes, but Ning Daoran seldom wore white because it got dirty too easily.

“Young master.”

Chen Yuzhu wept, “The master said, Uncle, that you look most like an immortal when you wear a white robe, so before she died, she personally made one, to give it to the young master as her final gift.”

“Stop it…”

Ning Daoran turned his back.

…

Chen Weimo’s funeral wasn’t a grand affair, just a group of people from Qiongbi Peak saying their final goodbyes.

At the foot of the mountain, a small mound marked the grave of the once young girl.

Ning Daoran personally erected a headstone.

A simple line read “Tomb of Chen Weimo, erected by Ning Daoran.”

“Ooooh~~~”

At the side, the White Deer gently nudged Ning Daoran.

The snowflakes fell thickly, quickly covering the inscription on the tombstone.

Ning Daoran’s heart was filled with an array of emotions.

He walked slowly to the edge of the Spiritual Field, under the snow-draped banyan tree, standing next to the large stone slab.

It was as if he could still see that little girl’s figure.

He gently patted the Storage Bag, taking out the white robe Chen Weimo had sewn for him before her death and put it on.

Large snowflakes fell with a rustle, quickly covering the golden embroidery on the shoulders of his white robe.

Watching the empty space in the distance, Ning Daoran’s tears finally couldn’t be restrained, and he yelled hoarsely,

“Chen Weimo, attention!”

The snowflakes drifted down.

Right where the young girl used to stand, a gentle breeze suddenly rose, carrying the snowflakes in a slow swirl.

“Hee-hee~~~”

The White Deer suddenly stood up, as if carrying a figure, and galloped back and forth around the field.

In the midst of the drifting snow, there seemed to be the sound of a girl’s laughter, like a set of silver bells.

…

Several days later.

The living room of Spiritual Field Courtyard number 77.

Ning Daoran took out the Storage Bag left by Chen Weimo and handed it to Chen Yuzhu.

“My lord, what is this?”

“Your master’s Spirit Stones and magic artifacts, all given to you.”

Ning Daoran said, “You’re not young anymore. It’s time to start planning for your Foundation Establishment. Although your master wasn’t able to achieve it, I still hope you will, for the Chen family of Baisha River needs someone who can hold their ground.”

“Yes, my lord!”

Chen Yuzhu received it respectfully.

“From now on, you will be the manager of all the spiritual fields of Qiongbi Peak.”

Ning Daoran continued, “Your master’s previous work is all handed over to you, but a reminder—don’t let mundane matters disrupt your cultivation, you must not fall behind in your practice.”

“Yes, my lord, please rest assured, I understand.”

“That’s good. Your talent is better than your master’s, and your opportunities are greater; you must cherish them.”

“Yes!”

After that, Chen Yuzhu began her role as the manager of Qiongbi Peak.

She was obedient, delegating tasks to Qin Wenyao and Huang Yu, focusing most of her energy on cultivation.

Chen Weimo was gone, and fewer people remembered her as time went by.

Just like Old Lu, Zhong Yan, Xin Yan, Qin Xiang, Huang Shan, and others, there wasn’t much difference.

If there was one difference, it was that Chen Weimo was irreplaceable in Ning Daoran’s heart forever.

…

Time flew, and three years passed in a hurry.

Ning Daoran also secluded himself for a complete three years, further solidifying his perfect Foundation Establishment foundation.

After emerging, he prepared to start the alchemy furnace.

He was making third-tier Ascension Pills and Dragon Transformation Pills.

The main ingredient for the Ascension Pill was a two-thousand-year-old Shengyuan Flower, designed to enhance Mana in the early stage of the Golden Core.

As for the Dragon Transformation Pill, the main ingredient was the three-thousand-year-old Dragon Transformation Grass, along with several dozen auxiliary ingredients, making it a breakthrough pill for the middle stage of the Golden Core.

These two types of pills were exceedingly rare due to the high age requirements of the spiritual medicines needed.

But Ning Daoran had no such concerns, as the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven was stocked with an abundance of Shengyuan Flowers and Dragon Transformation Grass, most of which were over eight thousand years old.

It was not just enough for alchemy, it was an overflow!

As usual, he produced a third-tier Alchemist with a copious amount of spiritual medicines!

After all, Ning Daoran’s talent in the Alchemy Dao was only average.

Normally, with such talent, one shouldn’t pursue Alchemy—no Sect or Cultivation Family could afford such extravagant waste.

Alchemists nurtured by Sects and Families must possess innate Alchemy talent so they can produce the most Elixir Pills with the least amount of ingredients, maximizing profits.

Someone like Ning Daoran would have been encouraged to retire after a few unsuccessful attempts; that much was clear.

“Begin alchemy!”

Ning Daoran shouted decisively, “Old Lu, protect me!”

“Ow ow~~”

Big Stupid Deer rose to stand on its hind legs, folded its arms, and sat on its Spiritual Artifact stool guarding the door to the Alchemy Room.

Inside the Alchemy Room, it was as if a battle was happening.

“Boom boom boom~~~”

A series of loud bangs, the sound of the furnace exploding.

Big Stupid Deer cocked its ears, listening. It had already exploded over thirty times in a row!

Truly fitting for big brother—persistent and unyielding, that spirit alone was worth learning for a lifetime!

Afterward, there were occasional successes.

But most of what was produced were waste pills and inferior products.

Ning Daoran knew becoming a third-tier Alchemist was hard, but he didn’t expect it to be this difficult.

Fortunately, his supply of spiritual medicines was more than sufficient to withstand such extravagance.

After a whole month passed,

With several consecutive furnaces of successful pills, Ning Daoran got the hang of it; fine and top-grade Ascension and Dragon Transformation Pills began to be produced continuously.

‘So that’s how it is…’

He frowned, thinking he had figured out the truly difficult skills of third-tier Alchemy, only to find that if done this way and so, the chances of pill creation would naturally increase!

“Old Lu, I’ve done it!”

Overjoyed was he.

At that moment, he truly became a third-rank lower-grade Alchemist!

And the requirement for making the Dust-falling Pill was precisely a third-tier lower-grade Alchemist!

Ning Daoran asked for nothing else, only that two Dust-falling Pills could be crafted—one for himself and one for Old Lu.

Together, one man and one deer would achieve Core Formation. Henceforth, the sky would be high enough for birds to soar, and the sea vast enough for fish to leap. There would no longer be anyone or anything in the world to stop him and the White Deer from pursuing Cultivation and seeking longevity!

…

At that moment, the outside world was filled with drifting snow.

Two figures appeared on the path leading up the mountain, one was an emaciated old man in a grey robe, a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

The other was a young man in a white robe, handsome in appearance, actually a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

The young Foundation Establishment frowned, “Uncle Chang, I heard Cousin Han Bing has been at late-stage Foundation Establishment for many years. Do you think she would agree to become my Daoist couple?”