Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 606 - 604: Torture

"Hahahahaha~~~"

True Monarch Du’e burst into hearty, maniacal laughter. He had never felt such exhilaration as he did at this moment. In the past, fighting alongside Ning Daoran and watching him slay enemies never brought this level of satisfaction.

After all, the person before him was his irreconcilable enemy—someone he had always wanted to kill but had been unable to all this time.

Ning Daoran was a master manipulator. His schemes, which were nightmares for True Monarch Qing Lan, were pure delight for True Monarch Du’e. Seeing Qing Lan helplessly frustrated yet powerless to resist was indescribably pleasing to Du’e’s eyes.

The second array was the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation, and the third was the Falling Star Array.

Ning Daoran clapped his hands and said, "Enough. True Monarch Qing Lan, you’re only worthy of three arrays from me. Any more would simply be a waste."

"You..."

True Monarch Qing Lan had yet to exchange blows with Ning Daoran, but his fury was already so intense that he felt his heart about to burst.

"Attack!"

A streak of lightning flickered, and Ning Daoran’s figure vanished on the spot!

"What?!"

True Monarch Qing Lan was alarmed. Not only had his opponent’s body vanished, but his presence had completely disappeared as well. Such an extraordinary Concealing Breath Technique!

The next moment, a brilliant streak of blazing white light shone in mid-air!

A secret skill!

White Tiger Soul Descent·Break!

As Ning Daoran’s spear descended from the sky, it was as if a massive Holy Beast—a White Tiger—was lunging down from the heavens. The tiger’s roar, the sound of the air being torn apart, and the terrifying spiritual pressure rupturing the void—all of it was viscerally clear!

True Monarch Qing Lan shouted fiercely and had no choice but to split half his Divine Sense to deal with Ning Daoran. Raising his right hand, he summoned a vibrating emerald-green Spiritual Treasure-level magic plate, releasing streams of silk-like Water Attribute Mana to pour into the air, intending to counter the force of White Tiger Soul Descent through softness.

"Peng Peng Peng~~~"

Thunderous booms rang out continuously. The spear radiance crushed down, shattering most of the Water Attribute Mana one by one. The Azure Dragon Spear’s actual spear tip followed with the wind and pierced straight toward Qing Lan’s head!

"What?!"

True Monarch Qing Lan’s complexion turned ashen with shock. Even after dividing half his Divine Sense for his move, he couldn’t even block a single spear from his opponent? Was this really the power of someone in the Nascent Soul Early Stage?

At the same time, True Monarch Du’e roared, and the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella vibrated madly. Its branches swayed, unleashing countless Flying Swords that shot toward Qing Lan in an overwhelmingly fierce onslaught!

Ning Daoran was slightly stunned.

"It’s been years, but True Monarch Du’e has truly become much stronger. He’s re-tempered the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella, refining its branches into Flying Swords. When combined with his Sword Dao, the destructive power unleashed is far more terrifying!"

Indeed, the man who single-handedly faced two adversaries in the Returning Ruins Secret Realm and slew True Monarch Tian Zhao and True Monarch Qing He was no mere pretender. Such a record couldn’t possibly have been achieved through sneak attacks alone!

"Brother Ning!"

During his counterattack, True Monarch Du’e transmitted a message, "Severely wound this bastard; leave the killing to me!"

"Alright."

Ning Daoran replied calmly, "I understand."

"Good!"

True Monarch Du’e nodded forcefully, warmth filling his heart. This brother was truly worth befriending!

In mid-air, Ning Daoran unleashed five consecutive spear strikes, shaking Qing Lan to the point where he vomited blood incessantly.

He felt it wasn’t enough. This Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator had a profound foundation. While the Four Symbols Spear Technique could suppress him, it would take a long time. But Ning Daoran didn’t want to use the Soul Suppressing Technique. If he immobilized Qing Lan instantaneously and injured him, it would deprive him of the joy of slowly torturing his enemy while exacting vengeance.

As such, Ning Daoran felt like those villainous characters in fantasy novels and films, desperately wanting to strip Qing Lan to the bone and torment him to death slowly!

With that thought, Ning Daoran summoned Thunder Vine and Fire Vine, letting them lash freely across Qing Lan’s body amidst raging thunder and fire, aiming to whip him eighty thousand times first!

"You..."

True Monarch Qing Lan was furious beyond measure. Initially, he thought Thunder Vine and Fire Vine were lethally dangerous. Unexpectedly, they weren’t deadly individually but overwhelming due to their sheer numbers, causing tremendous trouble rather than delivering fatal strikes.

Under the relentless flogging of Thunder Vine and Fire Vine, Qing Lan’s expensive magic robe disintegrated into ash in an instant. Next, his inner armor was shattered by several unstoppable strikes from the Golden Silk Sword. With nothing left to shield him, his flesh directly bore the lashes.

For cultivators who reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, their foundation in Body Refining was never weak. Qing Lan’s physique was extremely sturdy, but even so, his body was left bloodied and scarred under the twin vine assault.

Ning Daoran controlled his attacks carefully, ensuring not to kill Qing Lan outright.

Meanwhile, True Monarch Du’e took the lead in delivering heavy injuries. With a "pfft," he plunged a parasol branch into Qing Lan’s chest, followed by a brutal punch that shattered Qing Lan’s nose completely.

"Hahahaha~~~~"

True Monarch Qing Lan, his face covered in blood, laughed maniacally and said, "Du’e, even if you kill me, do you think you can bring back the woman you loved with all your heart? You don’t know that before she died..."

"Shut up!"

Ning Daoran’s cold gaze pierced into Qing Lan’s eyes. The next moment, Ning Daoran raised a finger, and with a "Peng," he remotely shattered Qing Lan’s vocal cords. Not stopping there, he elevated his Mana to its peak and unleashed a terrifying spiritual pressure with a "boom," forcibly compressing Qing Lan’s Mana and Divine Sense into his body, preventing him from transmitting even a single word to taunt Du’e.

True Monarch Du’e’s eyes reddened slightly, realizing that his infamously fierce brother had an unexpectedly meticulous and thoughtful side. The consideration Ning Daoran demonstrated truly caught him off guard.

Under continuous heavy blows, Qing Lan’s face turned into an unrecognizable heap of flesh.

"Immobilize him."

Raising his hand, Ning Daoran pointed at the seawater and silently activated the Earth Skill. Instantly, the silt from the ocean’s depths rumbled and churned, transforming into a massive island reef that emerged from the sea. Ning Daoran then shot out dozens of Golden Silk Swords, nailing Qing Lan’s battered body onto the reef, rendering him like a lamb waiting for slaughter.

"Brother Du’e, I’ve heard of a method to refine lamp oil using Nascent Souls. Not only will it make life worse than death, but it will also ensure eternal damnation, denying any chance of reincarnation." Ning Daoran suggested.

"What a coincidence, I’ve heard of it too..."

True Monarch Du’e laughed heartily. "Thanks for the reminder, Brother Ning!"

"It’s the least I could do."

"Ah, my brother, you’re truly the best~~~"

While the two exchanged pleasantries, Qing Lan, bloodied and unable to speak or transmit messages, desperately wished to die. Yet, indeed, he was inches away from death.

"Qing Lan, you old dog, let me send you off!"

True Monarch Du’e raised a finger, and a streak of sword intent pierced through Qing Lan’s brow, instantly killing him!

Just as Qing Lan’s Nascent Soul emerged, True Monarch Du’e summoned a bronze teapot—the very vessel that had imprisoned True Monarch Tian Zhao!

"Swoosh!"

Qing Lan’s Nascent Soul was immediately sucked into the teapot.

True Monarch Du’e swiftly unleashed a series of spell seals, restraining Qing Lan’s Nascent Soul’s ability to transmit sound, rendering him a mute trapped within the bronze teapot.

"You..."

True Monarch Tian Zhao’s Nascent Soul was shocked: "Qing Lan, Fellow Daoist?! How did you end up here?"

The Nascent Soul spirit squealed frantically but remained unable to utter a single word or transmit anything through Divine Soul communication. It was locked in torment.

True Monarch Du’e smirked coldly. "Fellow Taoist Tian Zhao, you may leave now."

"Oh?"

True Monarch Tian Zhao replied indifferently: "May I take your word for it?"

"Of course. Leave now."

"If so, then thank you..."

As soon as the bronze teapot loosened its seal slightly, True Monarch Tian Zhao’s Nascent Soul spirit leapt out and flew toward freedom, activating his Instant Teleportation Divine Ability!

"Splat!"

He teleported not even an inch forward before the Forbidden Array blocked his attempt!

"What? An array?!"

True Monarch Tian Zhao panicked and darted toward the distance. "Fellow Taoist Du’e, I’m leaving!"

"You’re leaving my ass!"

True Monarch Du’e’s voice echoed in the air. "You dare offend me and expect to leave?!"

"Pfft!"

A green short knife descended abruptly from the sky, slicing Tian Zhao’s Nascent Soul cleanly in two.

Ning Daoran’s lip twitched slightly. He figured this ferocious, twisted demeanor was probably True Monarch Du’e’s true character. What a terrifying little old man...

Moreover, releasing Tian Zhao’s Nascent Soul was likely just a ploy to create space for Qing Lan within the teapot.

As for Qing Lan, being alone in the bronze teapot came at a heavy price. His Nascent Soul would be refined into lamp oil, his Divine Soul enduring endless torment until his Nascent Soul’s powers and Blood Qi were fully exhausted after years of suffering. Then, he would turn to ash and vanish completely from the world.

Such was the cruelest death imaginable within the Cultivation World—no opportunity for reincarnation whatsoever.

...

In the distance, the battle continued. True Monarch Liu Yun wielded two Spiritual Treasure-level Moon-in-the-Well swords, rampantly slaughtering weaker opponents amidst the chaos.

Ning Daoran’s lips twitched again.

"Qing Lan is dead, but his disciples and followers are still alive."

Ning Daoran declared, "We must eradicate them completely. Leave no room for regrowth; otherwise, they will rise again like weeds in spring. I trust you understand what I mean, elder brother?"

"Got it!"

True Monarch Du’e shot him a knowing glance.

"Kill! Leave none alive!"

The two Nascent Soul cultivators struck simultaneously, launching attacks from two directions to annihilate their targets.

At the same time, Ning Daoran activated his Spirit Garden Cave Heaven. "Everyone, come out and kill! Don’t let a single enemy escape!"

Even the Class A and Class B Paperfolk stationed aboard the Sea Dragon Immortal Boat flew out one by one, joining the fray.

Suddenly, a full-scale encirclement took place, trapping Qing Lan’s disciples and followers completely!

"We’re finished!"

The robbery cultivators under Qing Lan’s command felt a chill pierce their hearts.

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