Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 106 - 104: True Yang Furnace Technique, Return to Nature!
Chapter 106 -104: True Yang Furnace Technique, Return to Nature!
Life atop Qiongbi Peak was always so carefree and comfortable, a man and a deer once again living days devoted to cultivating Spirit Rice, in times of peaceful quiet.
Several months later, news arrived.
Lin Zhuojun finally succeeded on his third attempt at Foundation Establishment!
It was said that to collect the third Foundation Establishment Pill for Lin Zhuojun, the Qingyuan Lin Family behind him had nearly emptied their entire fortune.
After several detours, they finally managed to buy a standard Foundation Establishment Pill from an Immortal City in Ningzhou.
With this, the Chaotic Sect had gained another relatively young individual who had reached Foundation Establishment.
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Evening.
Ning Daoran stepped out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, dressed in casual attire, and headed to the fishpond.
“Little Blackie!”
“Squeak~~~”
The First-tier Late Stage Big black fish quickly surfaced its large forehead out of the water.
It shouted at Ning Daoran, indicating that its recent cultivation had not been slack.
“Not bad.”
Ning Daoran faintly smiled, flicked his fingers, and shot out three freshly refined fortifying Blood Strengthening Pills: “Catch!”
The Big black fish performed a carp’s leap, jumping out of the water, and accurately swallowed the three elixir pills before frolicking and splashing around on the water’s surface.
“Hmph…”
Ning Daoran snorted lightly and turned away.
Little Blackie’s pair of dead fish eyes stared intensely at the back of its master, the great fear inside it gradually dissipating bit by bit.
Life had been too tough, nearly living every day under the shadow of potentially becoming pickled fish stew.
One slack moment in cultivation might mean ending up on the dining table—who could stand that?
Ning Daoran’s hands were clasped behind his back, but his Divine Sense continuously swept around the pond, still observing the Big black fish’s movements.
This Little Blackie was quite rebellious, nowhere compared to Old Lu.
However, seeing that its growth rate was not too slow, he decided to give it more opportunities for the time being; if it really came down to it, it might just end up as pickled fish stew.
“Awoo~~~”
At that moment, Big Stupid Deer walked towards the backyard, calling out to Ning Daoran to indicate that someone was coming.
It was an unexpected visitor, none other than Lin Zhuojun who hadn’t had any interactions with Ning Daoran since returning from the Cangnan Secret Realm.
He had just completed a three-day celebration for his Foundation Establishment and had come to Qiongbi Peak.
The Small Cloud Mist Array dispersed.
Ning Daoran, with hands clasped behind his back and an air of an immortal about him, indifferently said, “Lin Zhuojun, all is well?”
“Ning… Junior Brother Ning…”
Lin Zhuojun sighed, “May I come in and speak a few words?”
Ning Daoran said nothing but turned and entered the living room, offering a cup of fragrant tea.
Although Lin Zhuojun had achieved Foundation Establishment, he was still careful, entering the living room with some restraint.
Not until Big Stupid Deer stared wide-eyed, about to issue an eviction order, did he finally make a move, untying a Storage Bag from his waist and placing it slowly on the table.
“I’m sorry, Junior Brother Ning…”
Lin Zhuojun frowned, “I know this apology comes nearly ten years too late. I indeed wronged you in the past, pulling you into danger in a moment of crisis; my actions were truly despicable and shameless but…”
His eyes looked at Ning Daoran, “Who is without fault? Junior Brother, you were aware of the situation at the time; if we hadn’t distracted a portion of the strong enemies, I and the other junior brothers would surely have died in battle.”
Ning Daoran’s gaze flickered a few times.
“Junior Brother, your senior brother apologizes to you!”
Lin Zhuojun slowly pushed the Storage Bag forward, “Here are some Array materials I’ve recently acquired, knowing how much Junior Brother is dedicated to Arrays, so I wanted to give these materials to you.”
“Senior Brother Lin.”
Ning Daoran said, “Did you do all this merely to receive my forgiveness?”
“Exactly.”
Lin Zhuojun’s brows were tightly furrowed, “For ten years, this matter has tormented me. Although I, Lin Zhuojun, am no saint, I absolutely do not wish to harm my fellow sect members; it was just that the peril at that time was too great, and in my desperation to live, I made a grave mistake.”
“Let it be.”
Ning Daoran nodded, “Let’s put this matter behind us; Senior Brother, you need not worry about it any longer.”
Saying so, he immediately accepted the Storage Bag, his Divine Sense sweeping inside to find at least three thousand spirit stones’ worth of various Array materials.
Ning Daoran was slightly startled—this was probably most of Lin Zhuojun’s fortune after his Foundation Establishment.
“Since it’s settled, I won’t disturb Junior Brother’s cultivation.”
Lin Zhuojun stood up, “Senior Brother will visit another day.”
“Sure, Senior Brother, take care.”
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Half a month later.
Lin Zhuojun really did come for another visit as he said.
This time he wasn’t alone, but he brought with him a teenage boy.
Lin Yun, the son of Lin Zhuojun.
It was said that Lin Yun possessed a Fourth Grade Fire Spirit Root and was admitted as an Inner Sect Disciple of the Chaotic Sect soon after his Spirit Root was identified.
“Junior Brother Ning!”
Lin Zhuojun brought many gifts, including various Spirit Fruits and some rather unique little trinkets, placing the gifts on the table before laughing, “Yun’er, come and greet your Uncle Ning.”
“Yes!”
Lin Yun stepped forward, bowing slightly, “Lin Yun greets Uncle Ning.”
Ning Daoran nodded, observing a promising young man.
Lin Yun was thriving in the Inner Sect, having reached the Late-stage Qi Refining when he was quite young, with some predicting that he would establish his foundation around the age of twenty-five.
Lin Zhuojun sat down and chatted with Ning Daoran about past events.
At that time, they were all in the Qi Refinement Realm, venturing deep into the Yellow Dragon Mountain Range to hunt an Early Second-stage Fire Qilin. The memories were still vivid.
Unfortunately, too many unpleasant things happened afterward, even Ruyan had voluntarily left the Chaotic Sect.
“Senior Brother, have you visited Senior Brother Lin Sheng recently?”
“Just a few days ago, I met with Senior Brother Lin Sheng and had a big drink,” Lin Zhuojun laughed, “After all these years, Senior Brother Lin Sheng’s tolerance for alcohol is still admirable.”
Ning Daoran smiled slightly, “That’s good, that’s good.”
Deep down, he still hoped that the people around him could “remain the same,” and that was one of the reasons he forgave Lin Zhuojun.
The other reason was simpler.
Initially, Lin Zhuojun had not really intended to harm Ning Daoran.
At that time, Lin Zhuojun was in a perilous situation, like grasping at a lifeline, he had immediately shouted, “Junior Brother Ning, save me.”
In fact, Lin Zhuojun’s nature wasn’t bad, and he was reasonably good to his friends.
Now, only Ruyan had left, and the relationship among himself, Lin Sheng, and Lin Zhuojun had been mended, which somewhat pleased Ning Daoran, making him almost want Old Lu to cook a couple of dishes.
Soon after, Lin Zhuojun stood up, “Then we won’t disturb you any further, Yun’er, say goodbye to your Uncle Ning.”
“Uncle Ning, this junior takes his leave.”
Lin Yun bowed deeply, a flicker of impatience in his eyes.
He was born with a Fourth Grade Fire Spirit Root and had already become a disciple of Gongyang Yan, soon to be the Great Elder’s direct disciple or even a True Disciple; it was just a matter of time.
So, it was normal for Lin Yun to be high-spirited and proud.
He had also heard some stories about Uncle Ning.
A spirit farmer by origin, he had long secluded himself in the remote and poor Qiongbi Peak growing Spirit Rice, rarely involving himself in sect affairs.
Moreover, he heard that Uncle Ning practiced the Evergreen Technique, proficient only in growing Spirit Rice and utterly clueless about fighting techniques.
Thus, Lin Yun actually looked down on Uncle Ning.
So what about Foundation Establishment—what could a Foundation Establisher who only knew how to grow Spirit Rice achieve in the future?
Even, Lin Yun was confident that once he established his foundation, he could easily crush Uncle Ning.
“Farewell, my wise nephew.”
Ning Daoran’s gaze flickered, the expression on the other’s face not escaping his eyes.
For a moment, his impression of this wise nephew had plummeted.
In fact, after Lin Zhuojun established his foundation, he felt it was time to open his heart to seek forgiveness from Ning Daoran and mend their relationship, partly because Lin Zhuojun was inherently not a bad person.
On the other hand, it was probably because Lin Zhuojun was already thinking about building connections for his son.
Sadly, Lin Yun where his father’s painstaking efforts lay, was wholly focused on cultivation, not placing this Uncle Ning in his eyes at all.
Ning Daoran didn’t take it to heart either.
They were all minor issues. He himself wasn’t a vengeful person; he would settle scores on the spot if he could, and if not, he would just note them down in a little notebook.
As for this wise nephew, he wasn’t even qualified to be on Ning Daoran’s little notebook.
Soon, one man and one deer returned to their happy life of growing Spirit Rice and cultivating.
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Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
That year, Ning Daoran turned 50, and his accumulated Refining Time had reached over seventy thousand years.
Cultivation!
He aimed to reach the Returning to the True Realm of the True Yang Furnace Technique!
Activating all Array Formation Restrictions, in the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven beneath twenty zhang underground, Ning Daoran sat cross-legged in front of the wooden cabin, channeling his accumulated Refining Time into the True Yang Furnace Technique.
[In the 10,044th year, you sat motionless in an ancient well for thousands of years, the cultivation of the True Yang Furnace Technique almost made you lose all hope as your vitality continuously drained, you felt like a frog trapped at the bottom of a well]
[In the 10,960th year, dynasties changed, and you could no longer recall the passing time outside, but you felt like a fire seed had been planted inside you, sensing its terrifying tremendous power]
[In the 30,066th year, by this time your True Yang Furnace Technique was nearing its limit, close to the breakthrough you had longed for day and night, and you even stopped thinking about women]
[All the beauty in the world turns to ash in a blink, fleeting moments of splendor, only the eternal Tao remains as your ultimate pursuit]
[In the 41,100th year, one day, you felt the seed inside you begin to sprout, that moment when the kindling in your heart was finally ignited, the True Yang Furnace Technique made a breakthrough, you transformed into a scorching flame, making the whole world tremble in awe!]
[True Yang Furnace Technique, Mid Dark Rank (Returning to Nature)]
[Refining Time remaining: 30,044 years]
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“Made it!”
Ning Daoran slowly stood up, flames of pure fire drilling out of every orifice, making him look almost divine.
“Ao ao~~~”
Not far away, Big Stupid Deer was practicing the Shape-shifting Technique, eyes wide and exclaiming in admiration, it seemed almost like ascending to immortality!
‘Holy shit…’
Ning Daoran was secretly astonished, his Divine Sense scanning his body, realizing the True Yang Furnace Technique was indeed an Absolute Skill.
Though tough to master, once achieved, it greatly enhanced one’s underlying potential!
At this moment, Ning Daoran’s mana strength had increased by more than thirty percent, while the fire attribute power derived from the True Yang Furnace Technique had increased by more than fifty percent compared to the Transformation Realm!
Returning to Nature, terrifying indeed!
He slowly raised his hand, unleashing the power of the Returning to the True Level of the True Yang Furnace Technique.
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“Humming——”
Strands of flames buzzed and whirled, and suddenly, a giant flame furnace several zhang tall condensed above Ning Daoran’s palm—this cultivation technique had actually materialized!
‘Awesome!’
Ning Daoran waved his hand to dissipate the power of the flame furnace, turning to glance at Big Stupid Deer.
Immediately, both man and deer’s mouths curved into a slow grin, emitting a haunting “Heh heh heh” laughter altogether.
