Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 178 - 176: Senior Brother, Why Are You Like This?

Chapter 178 -176: Senior Brother, Why Are You Like This?

In that instant, Chang Hao’s facial expressions were incredibly varied.

As his thoughts shifted, his face turned from iron blue to deathly white, then to crimson.

Previously, Han Bing was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, so Chang Hao could gamble on the Chaotic Sect’s reputation as a righteous sect not intervening in disputes between cultivation families; but now, Han Bing had reached Core Formation.

At this point, Chang Hao no longer needed to consider matters of marriage alliances.

What he needed to consider now was whether Han Bing, having reached the Golden Core stage, would seek revenge against the Chang Family, and whether she would consider regaining Qiushui Lake and rebuilding the Han Family.

Thus, Chang Hao quickly exchanged a few pleasantries, then hurriedly bid farewell and descended the mountain, rushing back to Qiushui Lake with Chang Wanning and Chang Huaiming.

Now, the great enemy of the Han Family at Qiushui Lake was not only the Huang Family Clan but also Han Bing, who had just formed her core!

Upon hearing that the person who formed their core on the mountain was Han Bing, Chang Huaiming’s face turned iron blue. At that point, he no longer harbored any presumptuous thoughts, knowing that Han Bing was an existence he could never reach in this lifetime.

…

Several days later.

Purple Cloud Peak held a core formation celebration for Han Bing.

The celebration was grand, as she was the second among the third-generation disciples of the Chaotic Sect to reach the Golden Core stage.

Moreover, since Han Bing had a Low Grade Spirit Root and had smoothly formed her core, which far exceeded several elders’ expectations, it seemed that from this moment, the sect finally had a promising successor!

Ning Daoran prepared five Second Order High Grade Talismans and several elixir pills as a congratulatory gift, emphasizing their generous quantity.

Lin Sheng was much poorer by comparison, taking only a few elixir pills from Ning Daoran as a congratulatory gift.

Despite being financially strained, Lin Sheng still insisted on personally attending to offer his congratulations.

For one, his friendship with Ning Daoran and Han Bing within the sect was well known, and it would be inappropriate not to attend Han Bing’s core formation.

Secondly, Han Bing’s status was different after forming her core; she was a true Golden Core Cultivator, capable of sitting on an equal footing with the three Inner Sect Elders.

Knowing he had no hope of forming his core, Lin Sheng had spent years cultivating the future generations of the Lin Family.

Although he had no children of his own, any relatives’ descendants with a Spirit Root followed Lin Sheng up the mountain.

Thus, forming a connection with a Golden Core Cultivator like Han Bing became increasingly important.

Lin Sheng also knew that after his Foundation Establishment ended, the Lin Family’s descendants could receive some protection from Han Bing, which was his little selfish desire.

Ning Daoran didn’t have these concerns; after all, he was likely to leave the Chaotic Sect in a few years.

Giving Han Bing so many gifts was purely out of affection for his Junior Sister, with no ulterior motives.

…

The core formation celebration lasted five days.

Afterward, a tremendous piece of news came from afar.

On the borders of Xia Country, a boundary war had erupted.

As everyone knew, the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World comprised three parts, with the largest, Xia Country in the middle, Li Country to the west, and, across the Wuwan Sea to the east, a large piece of land.

That land housed a nation called Sangyu Country.

The cultivation world of Sangyu Country was extremely powerful, constantly trying to challenge Xia Country’s dominance in the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World.

Ning Daoran had heard of Sangyu Country in his early years and was shocked that the war between the two countries had actually commenced.

The news spread quickly.

Several days later, news of numerous cultivation sects in Yunzhou, Luzhou, and Wuzhou, the eastern three states of Xia Country, going to war with the cultivation world of Sangyu Country emerged, and the battle situation was reportedly very unfavorable for Xia Country.

Further, rumors circulated that the court and the Ten Great Immortal Sects had held a secret meeting, deciding to pull in Great Cultivators from various states to assist in the border battle.

The entire cultivation world of Qingzhou, and indeed all of Xia Country, began to panic.

…

Months later, at Yellow Dragon Square.

Ning Daoran, disguised as “Transcendent Zhang,” attended an exchange event hosted by Lady Xingtong.

The other participants at the exchange were Foundation Establishment Cultivators, with the strongest among them being a young Sword Cultivator with striking features and a sword-cultivation gourd hanging from his waist, who was at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment.

“Ladies and gentlemen.”

The Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator gently tapped his storage bag, took out a golden piece of paper and smiled, “This is a Demon Form Basic Map, crafted from the Divine Soul and Essence blood of a third-tier peacock slain by a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.”

Immediately, the expressions of the other Foundation Establishment participants dimmed, as they had no need for such an item.

Only Ning Daoran’s eyes lit up; he had specifically come for this peacock-shaped basic map.

Before coming, he had told Big Stupid Deer that he would get it a new and incredibly beautiful Demon Form Basic Map.

Big Stupid Deer was wildly excited at the prospect of becoming even more beautiful.

“I wonder what items Fellow Daoist would like to exchange for this peacock-shaped basic map?” Ning Daoran asked.

“Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you wish to acquire this peacock-shaped basic map…”

The young Sword Cultivator’s lips curved upwards, “Do you have any Dust-falling Pills? Or the primary ingredients for such a pill suitable for its manufacturing year? If not, an embryo of a third-tier magical treasure is also acceptable for exchange.”

Indeed, a cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment spends their days seeking Jiedan opportunities.

Ning Daoran’s own opportunity for core formation was already prepared, just awaiting the pill concoction.

However, even if he had a Dust-falling Pill, he would not offer it; while the demon form basic map was scarce, it had a set value, and two to three thousand Spirit Stones could undoubtedly secure it.

The Dust-falling Pill, on the other hand, was priceless.

Some had even traded slightly flawed third-tier magical treasures for one, demonstrating the true worth of this particular pill.

“I don’t have the Jiedan Elixir.”

Ning Daoran lightly patted his Storage Bag, from which a section of Spirit Bamboo floated out – a two-foot-long Ten-thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo!

“This…”

The young Sword Cultivator’s eyes shone brightly; there wasn’t a Sword Cultivator in the world who wouldn’t recognize Silver Moon Bamboo.

After all, Spirit Bamboos embodying both metal and wood attributes were extremely rare, and Silver Moon Bamboo was among them. Moreover, he could tell from the aura of the bamboo that its age had exceeded ten thousand years.

This two-foot-long Silver Moon Bamboo could likely be refined into three small Flying Swords!

“These three sections of Silver Moon Bamboo were obtained by me while exploring a Secret Realm; I have treasured them for many years. If I hadn’t really wanted your Demon Form Basic Map, I would never have taken them out.”

“This Ten-thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo…”

The young Sword Cultivator furrowed his brows, “Although valuable, it’s still not sufficient to exchange for the exceedingly rare Peacock Basic Map. Perhaps you could add some Spirit Stones?”

“Mm.”

Ning Daoran nodded and said, “I am willing to add 2,000 Spirit Stones. If you think that’s acceptable, let’s make the exchange. If not, I am afraid there is nothing more I can offer. This is the highest price I can give.”

“Agreed!”

The young Sword Cultivator nodded lightly, pushing the Demon Form Basic Map towards him.

Ning Daoran quickly took out 2,000 Spirit Stones and, along with the Silver Moon Bamboo, offered them in exchange.

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The exchange was completed.

Ning Daoran then left the event early, disappearing without a trace using Earth Escape from the backyard.

…

At Qiongbi Peak.

Within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, Big Stupid Deer began cultivating the Peacock Basic Map, practicing the movements earnestly and meticulously.

Ning Daoran glanced at the Silver Moon Bamboo, which shimmered enchantingly; among them, six pieces matched the Ten-thousand-year age, which was nearly sufficient for his crafting needs.

Thus, he cut down all six pieces of Ten-thousand-year Silver Moon Bamboo and then set up the Chi Long Ding, released more than a dozen Prohibitions, and began Artifact Refining in front of the cabin.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Ning Daoran completed the crafting, flicked his wrist, and at once, twelve chill-emitting Silver Moon Flying Swords hovered around him, forming a circle.

He gently closed his eyes, sensing the intensity of the Essence Qi within the treasures.

Stable, Second-Order Top-Grade spiritual tools!

The Silver Moon Bamboo itself wasn’t among the Ten Great Spirit Bamboo, of lower grade and innate quality. Thus, even being ten thousand years old, the Flying Swords it produced could still not break through the bottlenecks of spiritual tools.

Had it been Ten-thousand-year Golden Silk Bamboo used for refining, it would almost certainly have been a Magical Treasure.

After all, Golden Silk Bamboo ranked third among the Ten Great Spirit Bamboos!

However, these twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords formed a set, so their power was far beyond what a single treasure could compare to.

This also meant that, although only top-grade spiritual tools, a set of Silver Moon Flying Swords could absolutely be considered equivalent to a Magical Treasure, perhaps even slightly stronger than a Third-tier Low-Grade Magical Treasure, almost reaching the Mid-Grade!

As for why he crafted this set of Flying Swords, naturally, it was intended as a gift for his Junior Sister.

Ning Daoran had to prepare only the best for himself…

The few Golden Silk Bamboo stalks swayed in the wind, their leaves rustling, the date of ten thousand years was quite close. There was not much else to say, after Golden Core, he’ll begin the crafting!

…

Late at night, on Purple Cloud Peak.

Han Bing, dressed in a white gown with her shining hair pinned by a luminescent jade hairpin, now truly looked like an Immortal woman.

Her beautiful face, carved like marble, her figure slender, and an aura of Golden Core Stage surrounding her, which could captivate anyone who saw her.

“Senior Brother.”

Within the bamboo grove of Purple Cloud Peak, Han Bing smiled lightly, “Why have you come looking for me in the dead of night? Master might misunderstand.”

“Let her misunderstand.”

Ning Daoran quickly cast several Prohibitions, isolating everything around them.

In a moment, Han Bing’s face turned completely red.

“Senior Brother, have you finally changed your mind and decided to make me your Daoist couple?”

She gently held Ning Daoran’s hand, “Do you know, Senior Brother, I have waited for this day for over a hundred years…”

“Ah…”

Ning Daoran’s scalp tingled, he turned and knocked her on the forehead, “Junior Sister, what are you always thinking about? Now that you’ve succeeded in Core Formation, you should focus on Cultivation and achieving higher Realms. Daoist couples… they only bring trouble. Do you not understand?”

“Ah?”

Han Bing’s face grew even redder: “Then Senior Brother, what is the purpose of bringing me into the bamboo forest on this pitch-dark night? Could it be true what they said…

That you have perfected the True Yang Furnace Technique and even your firm resolve can’t withstand it any longer?”

Her face flushed intensely, “Senior Brother, isn’t this rather sudden? If Master finds out tomorrow that my Primordial Yin is lost and I am no longer intact, she will likely blame… If she asks, then I would have no choice but to reveal you…”

Ning Daoran looked at her sideways, “Junior Sister, can’t you think about something normal?”

He lightly patted his Storage Bag, and at once twelve gleaming, sharp-edged Flying Swords flew up, hovering around Han Bing.

“Ah?”

Han Bing’s mouth dropped open slightly, her eyes full of astonishment and, admittedly, a bit of disappointment.