Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 634 - 632: Fight Ten

"Swish, swish~~~"

Ning Daoran and True Monarch Liu Yun successively landed on the deck of the Evil Crossing Immortal Boat. Immediately afterward, True Monarch Du’e cast a spell to control the Immortal Boat as it hovered forward through the air.

As the Immortal Boat entered the Yin River, the three of them suddenly felt an icy chill, as if they had plunged into freezing waters.

Even worse was the feeling of mana being forcibly sealed and drained away.

In this mana-restricted zone, Ning Daoran attempted several times but was completely unable to mobilize even a trace of mana; all his Immortal Techniques were sealed within his body.

This sensation was utterly bizarre, akin to a person being deprived of air or a fish taken out of water. Such was the mysterious nature of the Cultivation World, where even strange and inexplicable forces like this could exist.

"This..."

The faces of True Monarch Du’e and True Monarch Liu Yun turned pale as sheets.

At this moment, both found themselves incapable of activating even the slightest bit of mana, effectively reduced to nothing more than strong mortals. This overwhelming sense of vulnerability made them extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Daoran, however, fared slightly better. Although he couldn’t summon any mana, his grip on the Big Green Dragon spear remained firm, and the blood coursing through his veins roared with power. As a cultivator in the Mixed Element Realm, his martial prowess persisted, allowing him to maintain confidence.

"Fellow Daoists, don’t panic. I am here," he said with a faint smile.

True Monarch Du’e looked speechless.

True Monarch Liu Yun, however, said with a smile, "With Fellow Daoist Ning around, I have no reason to worry."

True Monarch Du’e hesitated as he said, "If the two of you wish to indulge in romance, I can certainly excuse myself for a while."

"No need."

Ning Daoran chuckled, "Between me and Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, everything is as clean and pure as can be. No need for such formalities."

True Monarch Liu Yun covered her mouth and laughed quietly.

At this time, hundreds of Immortal Boats and Spirit Boats of varying sizes were crossing the Yin River. Just as Ning Tianyi had said, as long as they used flight-capable refining treasures, they could make the crossing. Of course, treasures like flying swords and flying disks wouldn’t work—those required sustained mana input to maintain flight, whereas Immortal Boats and Spirit Boats relied entirely on Spirit Stones for power, making them fundamentally different.

...

After roughly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Evil Crossing Immortal Boat had passed through the Yin River region.

The suppressive force of the Heavenly Dao instantly disappeared, and the mana within the three Nascent Souls awakened and surged to fullness, leaving them completely relaxed. The sensation was extraordinarily refreshing.

However, ahead of them lay a dense haze of chaotic clouds that seemed to have isolating effects, limiting even Ning Daoran’s Nascent Soul Divine Sense to a mere few dozen feet of range.

"Fellow Daoists, don’t disembark from the ship yet,"

Ning Daoran, gripping the Big Green Dragon spear, stood at the bow and remarked, "There’s a sinister air here; it’s likely unsafe."

"Mm!"

True Monarch Du’e nodded heavily and said, "I share the same view!"

True Monarch Liu Yun nodded lightly, her beautiful eyes gazing cautiously into the distance.

"Waaaah, waaaah~~~"

Suddenly, from not far away came the sound of a baby crying, heart-wrenching and chilling to the bone.

"As expected, there’s something strange,"

True Monarch Du’e tightened his grip on his sword.

At that moment, a gigantic pale figure suddenly rose from the clouds below. Its hair hung loosely, its eye sockets were hollow, and its limbs were bare white bones. Its tattered clothing gave it a ferocious look as it screeched eerily, "Dear wife, dear wife! Look, fresh flesh has been delivered to us~~~"

With that, the elder figure spread its arms wide and wrapped them around a Spirit Boat several meters in length. Opening its bloody maw, the elder left the two Early-stage Golden Core cultivators aboard horrified.

"Damn it!"

One of the Golden Core cultivators even blurted out curses in shock.

In the next instant, the third-tier low-grade ship protection array surrounding the Spirit Boat shattered. The two cultivators hurriedly shot out flying swords, but the swords merely clanged against the elder’s face and bounced off. Following this, their blood essence was drained away rapidly, leaving nothing but skin and bones before they fell and perished on the spot!

The elder, who absorbed their blood essence, was unmistakably an Early-stage Nascent Soul Evil Spirit!

"Heh... after so many years with no living beings entering this place, this is truly wonderful... wonderful,"

The elder murmured darkly, "Finally, fresh blood to drink again..."

In the distance, another massive figure emerged from the misty chaos, claws raised high, mercilessly smashing a medium-sized Spirit Boat. Within just three strikes, the array protecting the boat fragmented to pieces. The figure then grabbed a fleeing Mid-stage Golden Core cultivator and tossed them directly into its blood-filled maw, chewing and swallowing them whole.

For a moment, Nascent Soul Evil Spirits rose continuously from the mist, launching indiscriminate attacks on the fleet of Human Clan cultivators.

...

"Gulp..."

True Monarch Du’e nervously swallowed. "Dear heavens, this is terrifying..."

"Indeed it is."

Ning Daoran frowned, still steady at the bow of the ship as he gripped his Azure Dragon Spear.

Suddenly, a dense surge of Yin Qi arose ahead, transforming into the form of a woman wearing red robes. Her face was ghastly, with her tongue sticking out eight feet long as she stared at Ning Daoran with a sinister smile and sang: "Make a red dress, bridal gown! Whose young man chants along? Young lady, don’t be alarmed, for your groom is coming forth strong!"

"Awful!"

Ning Daoran, who initially kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and as the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique surged within his body, a vision of nine suns soaring appeared behind him. Reaching out, he plucked one of the suns and flung it forward with a sharp "whoosh!"

"Aaaaaaaah~~~"

Amid shrill screams, the Early-stage Nascent Soul female ghost, embraced by the sun, was burned so painfully that her existence dissolved rapidly. Her ghostly form disintegrated into mere scraps floating through the air.

"..."

True Monarch Du’e was dumbfounded.

He knew that Ning Daoran’s strength rendered him unafraid of such Early-stage Nascent Soul Evil Spirits, but this? So fast it was absurd! Was there any need to finish her off in just one move? And what kind of divine technique was that nine-suns vision?

"Fellow Daoist Ning, could it be that the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique you’re cultivating belongs to the Fierce Sun Dao Palace?" True Monarch Liu Yun inquired.

"It does indeed."

Ning Daoran replied with a smile, "Years ago, during my Golden Core Stage, I visited Kuizhou to seek the teachings of Fierce Sun Dao Palace. By chance, I gained the Vice Palace Master Feng Yinghai’s inheritance and obtained the full mental method of the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique."

"I see."

True Monarch Liu Yun added, "During my youth, I once briefly met the Palace Master Feng Yinglong of Fierce Sun Dao Palace. Unfortunately, he later perished, surrounded and killed by a swarm of Blood Demons in the Black Tide conflict near the border."

"..."

Ning Daoran stared in astonishment, "When did this happen?"

"That was over two hundred years ago..."

"I see..."

Ning Daoran sighed deeply. Back when he ascended the Fierce Sun Dao Palace to seek teachings, he had searched for Feng Yinglong in the grand hall of the Palace Master but had merely found a hollow shell left behind. He had been deeply shaken at the time, but now, hearing True Monarch Liu Yun’s account, all those mysteries finally made sense.

In truth, Feng Yinglong, a Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had long fallen during the Black Tide conflict. However, Fierce Sun Dao Palace, determined to hold its reputation among the Ten Major Sects, falsified evidence of Feng Yinglong’s survival, including the empty shell and mirrors capable of projecting false images of him—likely Feng Yinghai’s handiwork, a painstaking attempt for the sect’s preservation.

Ultimately, however, perhaps a person’s vision and principles are the decisive factors in success or failure.

When Ning Daoran sought teachings from the Palace, not only had Feng Yinglong refused to exchange the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique, but he had even attempted to scheme against Ning Daoran to save his own daughter. Yet ironically, the plot backfired, leading to Feng Yinglong’s own demise amid the Ice Soul Essence Qi.

As such, the Fierce Sun Dao Palace lacked Nascent Soul-level cultivators ever since, leaving only Late-stage Golden Core elders to uphold its image. Whether the sect eventually crumbled or flourished remained unknown.

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows. He wondered about Feng Jingshan’s current situation—whether she had broken through realms, whether she had assumed leadership within the Fierce Sun Dao Palace. But as a woman incapable of cultivating the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Technique, her prospects hardly appeared favorable.

At this point, however, such matters no longer concerned Ning Daoran.

...

"Dear wife, three more fresh bodies have arrived."

Once again, from the front rose two figures—this time an elderly man and woman, each a haunting vision, representing Early-stage Nascent Soul Evil Spirits.

"Nascent Soul-stage cultivators, my, my... their flesh and blood will be far more delectable than those Golden Core weaklings,"

The old woman laughed, her voice dripping with twisted joy. "Come, come—let the feast begin!"

Within moments, dense waves of evil aura surged forward from afar.

"Let them come—all of them,"

Ning Daoran chuckled lightly, "Brother Du’e, Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, you needn’t take action. I alone can handle this."

"Very well."

True Monarch Du’e nodded; he was happy to save his mana, considering slaying these Nascent Soul Evil Spirits wouldn’t earn him merits anyway.

Before long, over a dozen evil figures had gathered in front of them, their massive forms reminiscent of advancing giants, their blood-red eyes staring unblinkingly. Even True Monarch Du’e and True Man Liu Yun couldn’t help but feel unsettled by the sight.

"Kid, is it true you plan to fight all ten of us?" The evil elder asked, his voice dripping with ominous humor.

"Correct."

Ning Daoran floated up and away from the Evil Crossing Immortal Boat. Within his Divine Soul, a brilliant radiance suddenly ignited as the Fierce Sun Divine Tree, now as tall as two people, radiated shimmering light, infusing waves of brilliance into his mana.

"Swish!"

The spearhead of the Big Green Dragon was lit ablaze.

"A gang of souls long overdue to return to dust and earth still linger here to harm others. Don’t you feel even a shred of shame?"

Ning Daoran charged forward with the Big Green Dragon spear, laughing, "Since you won’t descend gracefully, there’s no other choice—I’ll have to ensure your dignity myself!"

With these words, Ning Daoran swung the Big Green Dragon repeatedly, unleashing secret techniques of the Four Symbols Spear Technique in rapid succession!

"Peng, peng, peng!"

The spearhead, aflame with the radiance of the Fierce Sun Divine Tree, burned intensely. As it struck the evil figures, the attack extended beyond mere mana, dealing devastating blows to their ghostly souls under the Divine Tree’s influence.

No words were needed—each thrust shattered an evil spirit’s head without fail!

Amidst flashes of the Nine Heavens Escape Thunder Technique’s radiant light, Ning Daoran moved so swiftly that his figure became imperceptible, leaving only sight of towering Nascent Soul Evil Spirits whose heads exploded one after another, akin to a spectacular fireworks display in the sky.

"..."

True Monarch Liu Yun’s lips parted slightly; she was at a loss for words to describe her thoughts. Were those Nascent Soul-stage evil spirits simply too weak? Or was Fellow Daoist Ning just too overwhelmingly powerful?

She could only marvel at how absurdly casual the deaths of those Nascent Soul-stage evil spirits appeared!

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