Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 666 - 664 Founding Ancestor

"Senior Long, long time no see!"

Ning Daoran clasped his hands with a respectful smile.

"No need for words."

The Old Dragon Head raised his sword, his gaze icy cold, "I will show no mercy!"

"Very well, please enlighten me!"

Mana surged wildly, and in an instant, the ninety-eighth floor was filled with the clash of blades and swords.

...

Outside the Divine Fire Tower.

In the void, two figures stood. One was Long Xian’er, the other Zhang Qinghe.

"He’s so quick to challenge the ninety-eighth floor... "

Long Xian’er bit her red lips and said, "Ever since my grandfather declared he would travel the Jianghu alone, he has disappeared without a trace. The only presence accompanying me in the Divine Fire Sect is this spirit essence body left behind on the ninety-eight floor..."

"Xian’er, don’t be sad. Your husband will always be by your side."

Zhang Qinghe’s gaze was gentle as he said, "The old Sect Master was the pillar of revival for the Divine Fire Sect. He cultivated the Divine Fire Technique to perfection. Even though Ning Daoran may be formidable, he can never be a match for the old Sect Master."

"It’s not that I’m worried about that... "

Long Xian’er chuckled, "A sect like the Divine Fire Sect needs successive generations each surpassing the previous. Only then can its legacy endure. Honestly, I hope Ning Keqing can triumph on the ninety-eighth floor. It’s been years since such a genius appeared in our Divine Fire Sect."

"Although I share the sentiment, it’s absolutely impossible."

Zhang Qinghe said calmly, "A mere loose cultivator, and at the Nascent Soul Early Stage? No matter how deep his foundation is, there’s no way he can contend with the Divine Fire Star Lord, who once shook the Star Sea Divine Domain."

"Hmm."

Long Xian’er nodded with a smile.

The two stood side by side, gazing toward the ninety-eighth floor of the Divine Fire Tower. Neither noticed the distant peak where amidst billowing chaos mist, a lone figure slowly emerged.

Clad in tattered cloth robes, he carried a wine gourd at his waist, arms crossed, lazily watching the Divine Fire Tower. It was none other than the Divine Fire Star Lord.

"Hmph, this kid... "

The Old Dragon Head’s mouth twitched slightly.

He wasn’t nearly as optimistic as Zhang Qinghe and Long Xian’er. After all, on the back mountain, he had personally fought Ning Daoran. Could his cultivation, suppressed to the Nascent Soul Stage, truly stand against Ning Daoran?

He wasn’t sure.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t particularly concerned about the outcome. He was simply here for amusement, to witness this rare moment in the Divine Fire Tower’s history.

...

Half an hour later.

"Swish—"

The light on the ninety-eighth floor of the Divine Fire Tower suddenly extinguished.

"How’s it going?"

Long Jiyu craned his neck eagerly, "He... was he defeated by the Divine Fire Star Lord, yes or no?"

"Hmph!"

Zhang Puyu commented, "Ning Daoran loves to flaunt himself and seeks undue attention. To challenge the ninety-eighth floor while merely at the Nascent Soul Early Stage is an affront to our Divine Fire Sect. His defeat is but karmic justice—he well deserved it!"

"Absolutely!"

Another True Disciple sneered, "The guardian of the ninety-eight floor is none other than the revivalist of our sect, the Divine Fire Star Lord. Ning Daoran challenging him at Nascent Soul Early Stage shows utter ignorance of the heavens’ height or earth’s depth. He deserved to lose!"

In the crowd, Zhang Naiqian’s expression was complex.

He fervently hoped Ning Daoran would be defeated and confined by the Tower’s Guardian Artifact Spirit. Yet he worriedly glanced toward the ninety-ninth floor, wondering if its light might be lit.

"Great Elder."

An Inner Sect disciple chuckled, "Since Ning Keqing was defeated by the old Sect Master on the ninety-eighth floor and has yet to emerge, do you think he might be crushed by his loss? Should we check on him, lest he jump off the tower in despair?"

The surrounding disciples burst into laughter.

"..."

Outside the railing on the third floor, the Great Elder stood suspended midair, his expression unreadable as he stared at the disciple. "Your name is Zhang Huaimin, correct? Regardless of victory or defeat, Ning Daoran is already the foremost disciple of this generation. Why must you stoop to vile mockery, showing the demeanor of a petty man?"

"I... "

The Inner Sect disciple’s face flushed, unable to believe the Great Elder would rebuke him so harshly. He had no choice but to endure the scolding.

"Great Elder."

In the wind, Zhang Naiqian crossed his arms and smiled, "Ning Daoran has already failed the challenge, right?"

"..."

The Great Elder did not reply but merely glanced at him indifferently.

And in that instant, the light on the ninety-ninth floor ignited.

"Swish!"

The crowd stared, speechless, their gazes unanimously fixed on the ninety-ninth floor.

"How... how is this possible? He actually defeated the Divine Fire Star Lord?"

"Unbelievable! Just who is this Ning Keqing? Even the old Sect Master was no match for him? What kind of foundation does he have?"

Not only the disciples, even Long Xian’er was so shocked she couldn’t utter a word. Her mouth slightly open, she remained speechless for a long time.

Beside her, Zhang Qinghe’s gaze grew even colder. He regretted deeply not having killed Ning Daoran during the battle in Xuzi Valley. The thought now was sheer vexation!

"The ninety-ninth floor houses none other than the founding ancestor of the Divine Fire Sect."

Zhang Qinghe said, "The ancestor cultivated the Divine Fire Sect to achieve Return to Nature and wields a Transformed Treasure beside three unmatched Absolute Skills. Additionally, his innate talent is a First-grade Heavenly Spiritual Root. Raised as a prodigy from childhood, such a person is incomparably superior. Ning Daoran—a newcomer—is hopeless against this level of power."

"Hmm."

Long Xian’er nodded slowly.

Though she had high hopes for Ning Daoran as a guest elder, Zhang Qinghe was correct. The founding ancestor of the Divine Fire Sect was a top-tier Divinity Transformation cultivator wielding extraordinary abilities. Such an unparalleled figure was not someone Ning Daoran could challenge.

...

Divine Fire Tower, ninety-ninth floor.

Ning Daoran walked forward slowly, toward the center of the ninety-ninth floor. Bathed in heavenly light, a bald cultivator sat cross-legged, surrounded by Divine Flames. Even the fire was familiar, resembling Ning Daoran’s True Yang Immortal Fire.

Clearly, this man’s Divine Fire Technique had also reached Return to Nature!

Faced with such a peerless prodigy, Ning Daoran felt a deep respect.

After all, his own swift advancement to Return to Nature in the Divine Fire Technique had only been possible with the refinement system of precious time. Through ordinary methods, achieving Return to Nature in this lifetime would be near impossible.

Thus, Ning Daoran viewed such prodigies in the same way a struggling student might view top candidates for Tsinghua or Peking University—with awe, acknowledging them as truly exceptional, almost superhuman.

"Boy, you’re impressive."

The Bald Ancestor opened his eyes as a gentle breeze swept by. The few remaining hairs on his bald scalp swayed lightly, "The last cultivator to reach the ninety-ninth floor was the Divine Fire Star Lord."

"Oh..."

Ning Daoran pondered deeply, "So... before the Divine Fire Star Lord split a soul fragment to serve as the guardian artifact spirit of the ninety-eighth floor, who guarded the ninety-eighth floor?"

"You talk too much. I won’t bother answering."

The Bald Ancestor said plainly, "Are you ready? Once ready, let’s fight—it’ll be over quicker that way. What do you say?"

"Senior speaks wisely!"

Ning Daoran nodded respectfully.

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The Bald Ancestor took the first move. His figure blurred, and a jade bowl appeared above his head. From the bowl, tiny, round rice grains leapt out, swiftly transforming into a storm of deadly strikes!

"What kind of trickery is this?!"

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes, hastily summoning his Chaos Nascent Soul. Simultaneously, strands of Chaos Immortal Vine wove together into an impenetrable wall before him.

The rice grains from the jade bowl descended with intense Evil Qi, striking the Chaos Immortal Vine relentlessly. Despite its toughness, the vine was quickly reduced to tatters!

Unacceptable—his opponent’s Transformed Treasure was too powerful!

Within the artifact spirit space of the Divine Fire Tower, both Ning Daoran and the artifact spirits were subject to its Heavenly Dao rules. Ning Daoran’s power was slightly restrained, while the Bald Ancestor, though limited to Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, retained most of his Transformed Treasure’s potency. Naturally, the imbalance disfavored Ning Daoran.

"Go!"

Ning Daoran retreated swiftly, pointing skyward where the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror emerged from a rift, casting golden light to envelop the Bald Ancestor!

"A top-grade spiritual treasure?"

The Bald Ancestor narrowed his eyes, a faint mocking smile emerging.

"Come forth!"

Ning Daoran knew the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror wouldn’t suffice, so he swiftly tapped his storage bag. Instantly, countless array flags and plates flew forth, giving rise to three formations: the Void Returning Array, the Falling Star Array, and the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation!

"Arrays?!"

The Bald Ancestor sneered wickedly, "You think such fanciful tricks will defeat me, boy?"

"Let’s find out!"

Ning Daoran smiled slightly as twenty-four Golden Silk Swords rose sharply into the air, joining the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation for a ferocious assault!

Facing the suppression of the Transformed Treasure jade bowl, Ning Daoran could only unleash the full depth of his resources to stand a chance!

"Water Vine!"

Having prepared thoroughly, Ning Daoran extended both arms. Streams of Gui Water Essence Qi emerged and formed Water Vines, launching attacks toward the Bald Ancestor from all sides.

At the same time, the Qiushui Sword, Fire God Sword, and Blood-drinking Sword all joined the fray, furiously attacking!

For a moment, numerous treasures clashed fiercely in midair.

The rice grains from the jade bowl danced about as if imbued with spiritual intent, and battled Ning Daoran’s many magical treasures without yielding the advantage!

After exchanging dozens of moves, the outcome was still undecided!

...

"You truly have some skill, boy!"

The Bald Ancestor grinned, suddenly resembling a villain. From his brow, a glimmer of light flashed as the space ahead seemed to warp, summoning a faint purple realm.

It was a Divinity Transformation Stage’s Divine Thought Materialization strike!

Ning Daoran was horrified—even limited by artifact spirit rules to Nascent Soul Late Stage, the Bald Ancestor could still muster a Divinity Transformation strike!

"Swish—"

A flash of light streaked across.

In an instant, Ning Daoran’s mind went blank.

As a cultivator at Nascent Soul Early Stage, contending against a Divinity Transformation attack like this was undeniably overwhelming.

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