Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 296 - 294 A Matter of Seniority

Chapter 296: Chapter 294: A Matter of Seniority

Chapter 296 -294: A Matter of Seniority

World Martial Arts has always categorized various cultivation techniques by grade.

Just like Su Chuanping’s practiced Iron Sand Palm and Flying Cloud Leg Technique, without exception, they are all Yellow-order Martial Arts, on the same level as Ning Daoran’s Silver Dragon Spear Technique, it’s just that they likely cannot train the Yellow-order Martial Arts to Return to Nature.

Resources in the Cultivation World are extremely scarce, and so are the resources in martial arts. For upper martial arts, so-called grandmasters and Martial Immortals fight to the death over them.

Dragon Martial Mountain, relying on a Heaven-order Dragon Demon Heart Scripture, claims to be the martial arts overlord of the region, while martial arts masters like Su Chuanping in the mortal world can only practice some Yellow-order Martial Arts.

For the sake of cultivating in martial arts, those obsessed with martial arts go to any length, some even rubbing sea salt on their faces or pressing iron filings into their flesh, using any method they can think of to temper their bodies.

Therefore, it wasn’t that Su Chuanping went mad with the practice of Iron Sand Palm, but that he attempted to “quench poison” into his Iron Sand Palm, by adding various Poison Grass into sandbags and frying pans. In this way, his palms steeped in poison, striking people with the Iron Sand Palm would not only be painful, but would also leave lingering troubles.

Each to their own in martial arts, such martial arts hall masters at the very bottom can only improve themselves in this way.

“Divine Doctor Ning…”

Su Mei bit her red lips: “Can my father’s injury be healed?”

“I can try.”

Ning Daoran made a sweeping gesture with his sleeve: “All of you, leave.”

“Yes!”

Everyone exited the cabin.

Ning Daoran immediately began the treatment.

He was not any Divine Doctor, purely relying on the Evergreen Technique to make a living, but Su Chuanping’s physical poisoning was indeed a special case that needed special treatment, so Ning Daoran decided to pioneer the field of surgical procedures in the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World on that day!

“Shuu shuu shuu~~~”

Two Golden Silk Swords whistled out, Ning Daoran exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire to burn the blades, first to sterilize them.

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Afterward, he used the Golden Silk Swords to cut open the skin on Su Chuanping’s arms. His arms were already deeply poisoned, and he needed to release the poisoned blood first; otherwise, not even immortals could save him.

After draining the poisoned blood, Ning Daoran began “Scraping Bone to Treat Poison.”

Golden Silk Sword scraping the bone, Su Chuanping was indeed a lucky person, his frowning in sleep suggested he could feel the excruciating pain.

After scraping the bone, Ning Daoran retracted the Golden Silk Swords, fed Su Chuanping a top-quality True Blood Pill to replenish blood and extend his life, then took out a bandage to rewrap the wound, and used the Evergreen Technique to aid in healing the wound.

After such a procedure, Su Chuanping’s face finally showed some color.

…

“Come in.” He lightly flicked his sleeve to open the door.

“Dad!”

Outside, Su Mei quickly walked in. Seeing that Su Chuanping’s complexion had improved a lot, she was immediately full of surprise and joy and knelt down again: “Divine Doctor Ning, truly a divine healer!”

“Su Mei, there’s no need for such formalities, get up.”

“Yes.”

Ning Daoran frowned slightly: “Everyone go out, Master Su needs rest.”

“Yes!”

After everyone had left.

Su Chuanping slowly opened his eyes, having heard all the previous conversation: “Mr. Ning’s medical skill is profound, I, Su, will always remember the life-saving grace and dare not forget…”

“Don’t be polite.”

Ning Daoran said: “Master Su, don’t try to quench poison into your Iron Sand Palm again. Besides being able to disgust your opponent, this method will also cause irreversible harm to your own body. I hope Master Su will reconsider.”

“Yes.”

Su Chuanping’s old face blushed, quite ashamed.

Thus, Su Chuanping should not move around for the time being, so he temporarily stayed at the Pharmacy.

Su Mei came every day to deliver food, and got to know Ning Daoran well, no longer calling him Divine Doctor Ning but instead calling him Brother Ning, which Ning Daoran found rather pleasant to hear.

A few days later, Su Chuanping could get out of bed and spar with Ning Daoran in the courtyard, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.

“Old Su, have you no shame? Have you hidden my horse?”

“Mr. Ning, don’t wrongly accuse a good person. I, Su Chuanping, have lived an upright and skillful life in chess, never doing things that lose face… cough cough, I take back the move, three steps back!”

“Old Su, let’s set a rule from now on, at most take back one move.”

“Mr. Ning, you’re too bullying…”

Every time the two of them played chess, Su Mei would sit beside them, smiling from time to time.

“Mr. Ning.”

Su Chuanping gently stroked his arm, smiling: “My injuries have healed completely, and it’s time to return to the martial arts hall. To thank you for saving my life, I’ve prepared a table full of food and wine. Please join us tomorrow evening, Mr. Ning. What do you say?”

“Okay.”

Ning Daoran nodded. It was only courteous to accept a dinner invitation, and besides, his impression of both Su Chuanping and his daughter Su Mei was quite positive. Su Chuanping was a straightforward man, and Su Mei a wise woman.

Consequently, that day Su Chuanping left the Pharmacy with Su Mei’s support.

The following day, Ning Daoran closed the Pharmacy, accompanied by Big Stupid Deer and Chi Susu, and headed to Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall for the banquet.

At night, the hall was brightly lit, and many of the disciples showed respect when they saw Ning Daoran arrive, except for one square-faced man with folded arms, his gaze piercingly cold.

This man’s name was Zhong Liang, an Early-stage Condensed Liquid Realm Martial Artist, with immense martial arts talent, the senior disciple of Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall, and Su Chuanping’s proud student.

Moreover, Zhong Liang and Su Mei grew up together, like childhood sweethearts, and Su Chuanping had long intended to marry Su Mei off to Zhong Liang, so that when he got old, they would take over the Martial Arts Hall together and further the glory of the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall.

However, during this time, Su Mei often ran to the Pharmacy and held Ning Daoran in high regards, which made Zhong Liang very displeased.

At the dinner table.

After raising a toast, Zhong Liang smiled meaningfully and said, “I wonder where Divine Doctor Ning’s hometown is?”

“Qingzhou, why?”

“In Divine Doctor Ning’s hometown, the customs must be quite peculiar to tolerate a spiritual beast joining the meal at the same table. That is indeed very unusual.” Zhong Liang’s lips curled up slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of provocation.

Ning Daoran snorted coldly: “Old Lu is my brother, and he has always dined with me.”

“Even so, Divine Doctor Ning should understand the principle of ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do.'”

Zhong Liang smiled faintly: “But it’s also fine. Since Divine Doctor Ning saved our master, he is the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall’s benefactor, so it’s no big deal if a spiritual beast eats at the table.”

“Zhong Liang!”

Su Chuanping frowned: “We’ve only had a few drinks, are you already tipsy?”

“Yes, Master, your disciple misspoke. I’ll apologize to Divine Doctor Ning with a toast!” Zhong Liang staggered to his feet: “Divine Doctor Ning, I spoke out of turn just now; I hope you won’t take it to heart.”

“Ow?”

Big Stupid Deer turned to look at Ning Daoran. This guy was being sarcastically annoying, should it kick him to death?

‘Forget it, forget it.’

Ning Daoran shook his head, communicating through voice transmission: ‘Killing such a waste would dirty your hooves. We are esteemed seniors; we must maintain the demeanor of elders, and also give some face to Old Su.’

Big Stupid Deer nodded in agreement.

Consequently, the meal was bland and tasteless. After finishing, the duo and the deer walked out and returned to the pharmacy.

“Brother Ning!”

In the night, Su Mei chased after them.

She gripped a large apple in her hand, and as she walked up, she stuffed it into Ning Daoran’s hand, smiling: “Brother Zhong wasn’t usually like this, I don’t know what got into him today. I hope Brother Ning won’t hold it against him. Here’s a fruit for you, very sweet, to calm you down!”

“Uh, it’s fine.”

Ning Daoran nodded with a smile: “You go back, Su Mei. We are also going back to the pharmacy; we have to open up for the evening.”

“Alright!”

Su Mei stood under the tree in front of the Martial Arts Hall, watching as Ning Daoran and the others walked away.

Ning Daoran fed the apple to the White Deer, Big Stupid Deer ate it with shining eyes, fruit given by others really does taste sweeter!

…

Life in Ji City was very peaceful.

Big Stupid Deer, Chi Susu, and Little Bai worked diligently at the pharmacy, while Ning Daoran continuously squeezed the labor of the Paperfolk. For these paper creatures, there was no such thing as 996; they worked day and night without holidays, and when their mana was nearly depleted, Ning Daoran would replenish it with a wave of mana.

The situation at the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall was fairly peaceful as well. Whenever Su Chuanping had some free time, he’d come over with a jug of wine, or a few chickens, or carrying a big fish, and play a few rounds of games with Ning Daoran under the tree, while Big Stupid Deer and Su Mei would prepare the dishes.

And so, spring turned to winter, and in the blink of an eye, another year passed.

That year, Ning Daoran turned 204 years old, and finally, he had cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture to the Ninth Layer, surpassing even Nie Shentong by one layer.

He was a bit worried that Nie Shentong might die of old age in the mountains, and began planning when to make the journey up the mountain.

The Eve of Chinese New Year.

The backyard of the pharmacy was brightly lit; Su Chuanping and Su Mei brought over a lot of wines and meat, saying that they couldn’t accompany Ning Daoran on the New Year’s Eve, so they had to come the night before.

Thus, Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer personally took charge of cooking, preparing an extremely lavish dinner.

The meal even used ingredients like Purple Jade Spirit Rice, Spirit Chicken, Spiritual Sheep, and Golden Dragon Spirit Carp, and the wine was also replaced with Spiritual Wine, which left the Su family father and daughter extremely astonished.

Especially Su Mei, being a Late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, she naturally knew how precious the items that Ning Daoran brought out were.

Within the pharmacy, Ning Daoran had always kept his cultivation level suppressed, vague, and unclear. Only at this moment did Su Mei start to suspect that Brother Ning’s realm might have already reached Foundation Establishment.

After three rounds of drinks, Su Chuanping’s face rarely flushed red, having drunk a bit too much.

“Old Su!”

Ning Daoran said, “I see that Su Mei has a good foundation for cultivation. Haven’t you ever thought of sending her to the mountains to cultivate?”

“Not hiding anything from my wise brother, no, I have not.”

Su Chuanping said, “If Mei’er goes to the mountains, who will inherit the legacy of the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall?”

“Oh my…”

Ning Daoran made a face of disgust: “As if your Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall’s legacy is that massive…”

“Ha ha ha ha~~~”

Su Chuanping laughed heartily: “No matter what, it’s still the hard work of our ancestors!”

“Dad, you’ve mixed up the seniority!”

Su Mei gave her father a side glance and said with a laugh: “Brother Ning is my title for him. How could you start calling him ‘wise brother’ too?”

Su Chuanping’s face glowed red: “It’s fine, no harm done, everyone keeps to their own…”

Not long after, with bellies full and drinks had,

Su Mei bid farewell, helping the swaying Su Chuanping back to the Martial Arts Hall. Amidst the snowstorm, Su Chuanping kept patting his forehead, puzzled: “What kind of wine was that, and why did it go straight to my head?”

With a resigned face, Su Mei said, “Dad, all the things Brother Ning treated us to today were top-quality. Just be satisfied.”

…

Late into the night, the snowstorm continued unabated.

Ning Daoran, wearing a green robe and a hood, carried a Big Spear and headed up the mountain.