Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 301 - 299 Lingnan Martial Arts Hall
Chapter 301: Chapter 299: Lingnan Martial Arts Hall
Chapter 301 -299: Lingnan Martial Arts Hall
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At dusk, a towering black mushroom in the distance knitted countless roots and mycelium together, obscuring the sky to the point that even the setting sun couldn’t shine through, and the night had already enveloped Ji City while the afterglow of the sunset lingered.
The prohibition light flashed at the pharmacy’s outer boundaries, yet this seemed to hardly discourage those malefactors from backing off.
Shadowy figures approached from afar, a total of dozens of people. Leading them was a big man at the early-stage of Condensed Liquid, wielding a Short Knife and with a fierce face. Behind him followed a group of people, some of whom already had mycelium growing over their arms and necks.
“Young physician.”
The big man squinted his eyes, peeking inside through a slender window gap, and sneered: “Ji City has been sealed off, and we can’t get out. My brothers and I are starving, I wonder if it’s possible to borrow some grain from the young physician?”
Ning Daoran indifferently replied: “There’s no grain here, go borrow from somewhere else.”
“Don’t get too cocky!”
His eyes turning brutal, the big man laughed coldly: “Open the door immediately, otherwise I’ll lead my brothers to smash this pharmacy!”
“Go ahead and try.”
As soon as Ning Daoran uttered those words, a group of Martial Artists began hacking at the pharmacy’s main door and perimeter prohibition with their knives, causing a buzzing resonance. Consecutive bursts of mana shot out, shattering the attacking Martial Artists’ arms and knives altogether!
“To refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”
A Condensed Liquid Martial Artist roared with anger and attacked the Array with his Short Knife, summoning a blood-colored ferocious tiger as his Dharma Image. He must be using some kind of tiger-related cultivation technique. With one strike, the roar from the Array Formation Restriction grew even louder.
Ning Daoran, finally losing patience, declared: “I’ll say it again, if you want food, go ask elsewhere. I have none here, and if you linger without leaving, you bear the consequences!”
“Nonsense!”
Scorning with a laugh, the Condensed Liquid Martial Artist retorted: “If I don’t level your pharmacy today, I won’t carry the name Wang!”
He suddenly raised his Short Knife, and when he struck again, a stream of Jianjia Sword Energy burst out from the gap of the door!
“Swoosh!”
The sword light swept by, and the next moment the head of the mid-stage Condensed Liquid Realm Martial Artist rolled off his neck.
Not only that, Ning Daoran flicked his fingertips, and immediately a wisp of cyan Jianjia Sword Energy swept across, splitting three vicious Martial Artists at the waist. Blood and entrails tumbled to the ground, their wails unceasing.
“This person… this person is indeed a Cultivator…”
The remaining onlookers finally came to their senses, faces struck with horror. In an instant, they all grabbed their weapons and retreated, no longer daring to approach the store.
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The pharmacy was once again tranquil.
“Young Master…”
Chi Susu bit her silver teeth: “I’m so scared…”
“It’s okay.”
Ning Daoran assured: “The pharmacy’s food supply is sufficient. You can stay here at ease, there’s no problem.”
“Understood!”
Chi Haoran and several disciples from the Martial Arts Academy nodded one after another: “Thank you, Brother Ning!”
Su Mei pursed her lips, saying that was all well, but where was the food in the pharmacy? The place was only so large, with most of its space occupied by medicine shelves. There was simply no room for storing grain.
But she didn’t ask further; with Ning Daoran being a capable Cultivator, if he said there was grain, it was probably stored in a Storage Bag.
But now, with over a dozen mouths to feed in the pharmacy, and Ji City overtaken by demons, with no one able to enter from outside and no way out from inside, just how much grain did Ning Daoran have to sustain so many people?
Afterwards, Ning Daoran moved grain out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven every day, providing everyone with high-quality meals, consisting solely of Purple Jade Spirit Rice. He had no choice but to take out this type of Spirit Rice as that’s all he had.
Day by day, the sowing and harvesting accumulated quite a stockpile of Purple Jade Spirit Rice, surely enough to sustain a dozen people for two or three years.
But for those starving people outside who began looting and resorting to child exchange for food, Ning Daoran definitely couldn’t save them. He simply didn’t have the capacity, and once word got out that there was grain in the pharmacy, it wouldn’t be long before a crowd of famished people would gather at the door. Then it would be beyond control, and he couldn’t possibly kill them all.
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Two months flew by in the blink of an eye.
The city had quieted down a lot. Ji City’s position in Xia Country was like that of a county town, with most of its grain fields located outside the city. Hence, the grain stored in the city was virtually depleted after one or two months.
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By now, those who were fated to starve had starved. Of course, most of Ji City’s people were poisoned by the toxins of the towering black mushroom and succumbed to the agony of the toxins.
In the evening, the tranquility of the main street was shattered by the sound of horse hooves.
When Su Mei, Chi Susu, and others approached the window, they saw figures on horseback gathering in front of the pharmacy. In just a moment, over thirty people had assembled, each of them at least mid-stage Martial Artists in the Blood Qi Realm, brimming with vitality, and with fierce and terrifying countenances.
“Clang~~~”
One of the senior individuals in the late-stage Condensed Liquid Realm unsheathed his long knife, blade pointing directly at the pharmacy, and addressed: “Divine Doctor Ning, please open the door. I know your pharmacy stocks a good amount of grain. Please have mercy on us who are close to starving. There’s nothing left to eat in the city, we even dug out rats and earthworms from underground to boil and eat. Being a benevolent healer, you surely wouldn’t just watch us die of hunger?”
This elder, with a higher cultivation base even than Su Chuanping, spoke with a full and powerful voice, not in the least like someone who had been starving for a long time.
“Not good!”
Su Mei’s face changed slightly, stating: “They are from the Ma family of the Lingnan Martial Arts Hall!”
“Are they powerful?” Ning Daoran inquired.
“Yes.”
Su Mei nodded intently: “The master of the Lingnan Martial Arts Hall, Ma Sui, has been renowned for many years. It’s said that he reached the late-stage of the Condensed Liquid Realm twenty years ago, just one step away from the Embracing Elixir Realm and becoming a Martial Immortal. The Lingnan Martial Arts Hall has always been the largest martial arts hall in Ji City, never regarding other halls. The old man speaking is precisely Ma Sui, a man with numerous lives on his hands, and even the Ji City Government Office has no way to deal with him.”
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“Brother Ning…”
Chi Haoran grit his teeth and said, “Do you remember when I was injured? It was done by the descendants of the Ma family from the Lingnan Martial Arts Hall. They came to challenge our Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall and were extremely vicious. Almost every martial arts hall in Ji City has suffered at their hands.”
Ning Daoran nodded.
Now that Ji City had become a city without a master, powerful forces like the Lingnan Martial Arts Hall naturally became the lords of Ji City amidst the chaotic order. It was only a matter of time before they would come over after learning that not everyone in the pharmacy had starved to death yet.
“Master.”
A lean man gently tugged the reins and sneered, “Divine Doctor Ning must have been scared witless by now, not daring to speak up? Well then, let’s just storm the pharmacy directly, and just in time—heard that Divine Doctor Ning raised a spiritual deer. That deer is robust; slaughtering it should feed us for a good ten days or half a month, without having to continue killing horses for food.”
“Right!”
Another disciple stroked the mane of the horse beneath him, echoing, “We need these horses to save our strength and break out of Ji City, we can’t keep slaughtering them.”
“Divine Doctor Ning, did you hear that?”
Ma Sui sneered, “If you don’t speak up now, I will have to take matters into my own hands and attack.”
“Enough.”
Ning Daoran turned to glance at Su Mei and the others, saying, “I’ll be back soon.”
With that, he retreated backwards, gliding out of the prohibition. His blue robe fluttered in the wind as he carried his hands behind him, treading through the air. Beneath his feet, ripples of golden light bloomed.
“Divine Doctor Ning is truly a Cultivator!”
Ma Sui’s pupils suddenly contracted, quickly sensing Ning Daoran’s mana intensity. Although not too high, probably at the Foundation Establishment level, it should not be a problem to kill him within ten moves at his own Late-stage Condensed Liquid Realm level and this distance.
“Die!”
Without waiting for Ning Daoran to speak, a surge of energy erupted around Ma Sui. He vanished from the saddle in an instant, and in the next moment, his hand wielding a short knife slashed fiercely towards Ning Daoran’s waist.
His attack was incredibly vicious, aiming to cut Ning Daoran in half at the waist instantaneously!
“Ah!”
Inside the pharmacy, Su Mei, Chi Susu, and the others hardly dared to watch.
Ma Sui moved too quickly. The cultivation of someone at the peak of the Condensed Liquid Realm was terrifying to the extent that it seemed beyond human limits.
However, unexpectedly, a blood-colored thread appeared and stretched across the sky. When Ma Sui’s arm swept past, instead of the gruesome scene of Ning Daoran being severed at the waist, Ma Sui’s right arm had silently fallen to the ground.
“How can this be?!”
The lean martial artist was shocked, his face instantly turning pale.
“Who’s dying?”
Ning Daoran swayed and appeared in front of the agonized Ma Sui. Spiritual pressure descended like a blanket from the heavens, as he lightly touched Ma Sui’s forehead with a finger and said, “Since you’ve come to me yourself, I will see you off.”
In the blink of an eye, Ma Sui’s head burst open from the back, as a thread of the Jianjia Sword Technique’s realm erupted, transforming into strands of fine sword energy that exploded from the back of Ma Sui’s head, instantly extinguishing him.
“Master!!!”
A group of Lingnan Martial Arts Hall disciples stood dumbfounded. After the demons had taken over Ji City, following Ma Sui in looting everywhere, they had been invincible, even raiding the City Lord Mansion, with Ma Sui personally taking off the City Lord’s head.
But who would have thought that in front of this little pharmacy, Ma Sui hadn’t even made a single move before he was killed.
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The evening breeze today felt especially chilling and stern.
Ning Daoran stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe billowing, and declared, “I will count to three. Those who do not leave will all die. Do not blame me for being ruthless; you brought this upon yourselves…”
With that, he slowly began, “Three…”
“Ah?!”
The group of Lingnan Martial Arts Hall disciples felt their hairs stand on end. That gentle and suave young man was no longer a Divine Doctor but had turned into a grim reaper!
“Run!”
Someone shouted loudly.
They all hurriedly spurred their horses to flee, but seven or eight were a little too slow, immediately, strands of blue sword light swept across like a tide, completely slaying the group.
The measure of his action was perfect, and not a single horse suffered any damage.
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Ning Daoran returned to the pharmacy.
The Martial Arts Academy disciples were stunned, and Chi Susu was equally speechless.
No one expected him to be so powerful that even the Lingnan Martial Arts Hall’s leader, reputedly the strongest martial artist in Ji City, had been casually killed by him.
“Brother… Brother Ning…”
Su Mei bit her red lips, “What… what is your cultivation?”
“Golden Core,” Ning Daoran didn’t hide it.
“Golden… Golden Core…”
Su Mei’s beautiful eyes were filled with shock. In Xuzhou, those Golden Core cultivators were revered as ancestors, all aiming to establish sects and be called founders, yet Ning Daoran had come to Ji City to open a pharmacy, without putting on any airs of a Golden Core cultivator.
Her pretty face unintentionally flushed with red, completely smitten.
