Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 671 - 669: The Wheel of Fortune Turns

In the central area of the Fierce Sun Sky Pool, a triangular cave emanated the aura of shattered prohibitions.

By the time Ning Daoran arrived, the battle had already concluded.

He drifted into the cave mansion and immediately saw that the protective grand array of the cave had been breached. Array flags and plate fragments were scattered everywhere, while inside the cave, only traces of ashes left by flames could be seen.

Although the area was filled with the mana aura of Long Jiyu, his body was nowhere to be found. Even his bones had been burned to ashes and scattered.

Zhang Family disciples, how ruthless their methods!

"Alas..."

Ning Daoran sighed, raising his hand to set up a Four Spirits Reversing Wind Array inside the cave.

The next moment, he directly employed the Soul Searching Technique.

Strands of scattered souls in the cave began converging, and before long, the gruesome image of Long Jiyu appeared before him. His body was riddled with cracks, and there was an unnaturally clean slit across his neck.

He had first been smashed to pieces, then decapitated, and afterward, the fragments of his corpse were burned to ashes, vanishing entirely within the Fierce Sun Sky Pool. As for his Nascent Soul, it had failed to escape and was destroyed on the spot, reduced to countless fragments of a residual soul.

"Ning... Ning Keqing..."

Long Jiyu’s residual soul gradually regained a trace of spirituality, and upon seeing Ning Daoran, he suddenly wailed, "They were so cruel... so cruel..."

"I know."

Ning Daoran said, "Long Jiyu, your death was indeed unjust. The root of all this lies in Long Xian’er bringing wolves into the fold, allowing the Zhang Family to expand step by step within the Divine Fire Sect. She only fueled their ambitions without ever suppressing them. Rest assured, I will avenge you. No one among those who killed you will escape."

"Every one of them was involved..."

Hatred surged in Long Jiyu’s eyes. "Zhang Naiqian, Zhang Puyu, Zhang He, Zhang Qinyu... every one of them has my blood on their hands... Ning Keqing, thank you..."

"There’s no need for thanks."

With a wave of his hand, Ning Daoran summoned a Golden Silk Sword and used it to cut off a branch of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree in the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven. He said, "This is a branch of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree, one of the Ten Great Yin Wood, imbued with dense Yin Qi. It can nurture your soul. Attach yourself to this wood—I’ll ensure you personally witness how Zhang Naiqian and the others die, and even give you the chance to say farewell to your parents."

"Alright, thank you so much, Ning Keqing!"

Long Jiyu’s face lit up with exhilaration, but then, recalling his death and the dissolution of his Dao, he succumbed to sorrow and shed tears.

...

Ning Daoran collapsed the Four Spirits Reversing Wind Array and gracefully returned to the Qilin Fire Cave.

In the wind, fierce gusts swirled, making Ning Daoran’s figure appear somewhat frail.

"Shua—"

Suddenly, six flying needles broke through the air without warning, striking straight toward Ning Daoran’s chest. "Puff, puff, puff!" They pierced through his heart, and in the next moment, his chest was set ablaze by the scarlet needles, burning as if it were mere paper.

"Hahaha~~~"

A burst of wild laughter echoed from not far away, and a figure emerged from the roaring flames—it was none other than Zhang Naiqian.

"Ning Daoran, young master knew you wouldn’t be able to resist meddling. How’s that? You’ve now thrown your life away as well! Truly a death you deserve! Hmph, my Fiery Sun Flying Needle is a Spiritual Treasure-grade hidden weapon; to kill a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator like you is overkill. Die in peace!"

From several directions, Zhang Puyu, Zhang He, and Zhang Qinyu emerged one after another.

"Senior Brother, I didn’t expect it to be so easy to eliminate this man. With this, the fire-attributed Essence Qi accumulated in the Fierce Sun Sky Pool over twenty years is now entirely ours. Seventeen years from now, when we leave this place, the Zhang Family will control the Divine Fire Sect entirely!"

Arrogance gleamed in Zhang He’s eyes.

"Exactly!"

Zhang Puyu sneered as he looked at the burning Ning Daoran: "Ning Keqing, you died so well!"

"Did I? How well, exactly?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind Zhang Puyu.

"What?!"

The group was taken aback, finally realizing that the burning figure pierced by the Fiery Sun Flying Needle... was merely a Class A Paperfolk infused with Nascent Soul Early Stage aura!

"Chii!"

A sword tip split the air, piercing straight through Zhang Puyu’s chest and immediately tearing him apart!

Zhang Puyu, ranked as the second True Disciple, had reached the peak of Nascent Soul Early Stage and was only a step away from the mid-stage. Yet he had never imagined he would be slain so easily!

As his body turned into a rain of blood, Ning Daoran activated the Ten Directions Forbidden Array he had set up nearby. Zhang Puyu’s Nascent Soul attempted instant teleportation, but to no avail—it was humiliatingly trapped in place with a "splash."

"Buzz~~"

A blood-colored pagoda materialized in the air, instantly pulling Zhang Puyu’s Nascent Soul into it.

"Ning Daoran, you beast!"

Zhang He and Zhang Qinyu charged from two directions, each summoning a low-grade Spiritual Treasure!

Ning Daoran’s figure twisted; with a glimmer from his brow, he unleashed two consecutive Soul Suppressing Techniques without hesitation!

"Shua-shua—"

The two froze midair, rendered motionless.

In that instant, Ning Daoran swept his hand, and twenty-four Golden Silk Swords wove through the air, shredding their bodies to tatters. Flames followed, giving them the same fate as Long Jiyu—reduced entirely to ashes!

"Trying to escape?!"

In the air, the Soul Refining Tower spun rapidly, generating massive suction force that promptly pulled in both Zhang He and Zhang Qinyu’s Nascent Souls.

"Ning Daoran!"

A thunderous roar resounded, and Zhang Naiqian bellowed as he summoned the top-grade Spiritual Treasure Fire Dragon Treasure Cauldron, preparing for a life-or-death struggle with Ning Daoran.

"Do you really think you are strong!?"

Ning Daoran’s eyes turned icy as chaotic immortal vines swept in from all directions, binding Zhang Naiqian and his Fire Dragon Treasure Cauldron completely.

"You won’t succeed!"

Zhang Naiqian’s bloodshot eyes revealed his desperation during this battle for survival. He couldn’t afford to lose—if he did, Ning Keqing, who dared to insult his master Zhang Qinghe with obscene words, would undoubtedly kill him without hesitation.

Zhang Naiqian had already seen his allies Zhang Puyu, Zhang He, and Zhang Qinyu mercilessly eliminated. He knew his turn was next!

Fire Attribute Magical Power erupted, revealing Zhang Naiqian’s formidable foundation—comparable to a weak late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

But Ning Daoran sought swift victory. With a pat of his Storage Bag, the Falling Star Array, Void Returning Array, and Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation were deployed in unison. Simultaneously, the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror ascended, casting a beam of light to envelop Zhang Naiqian, followed by relentless attacks with the Fire God Sword, Blood-drinking Sword, and others from all directions!

The overwhelming offensive rapidly gained the upper hand. Within ten moves, Zhang Naiqian’s defenses crumbled, and his mental state spiraled into chaos!

"Shua!"

In his moment of distraction, Ning Daoran seized the opportunity, unleashing the Soul Suppressing Technique!

While the Soul Suppressing Technique bore similarities to a Divine Thought Strike of the Divinity Transformation Stage, it fell short in power. Still, it was highly effective against cultivators with weaker souls. For a prodigy like Zhang Naiqian with a robust Divine Soul, the technique required precise timing and distraction.

Blindsided, Zhang Naiqian froze in disbelief—rooted in place.

Ning Daoran swung his sword in a single, decisive arc. A head soared into the air amidst a geyser of blood!

"Good! Well done!"

From the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree branch tied to Ning Daoran’s waist, Long Jiyu’s spirited laughter erupted.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, spare me..."

In the wind, Zhang Naiqian’s Nascent Soul fled in desperation, pleading though knowing there was little hope.

"In your dreams!"

The Soul Refining Tower pursued relentlessly, spinning as its base emitted immense suction, capturing Zhang Naiqian’s Nascent Soul within.

Simultaneously, Ning Daoran plucked over a hundred leaves from the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree, grinding dozens into silver droplets and infusing them into the Soul Refining Tower.

Through this method, the Nascent Souls of Zhang Naiqian and his allies were preserved with their Divine Soul Power intact, despite the destruction of their physical bodies.

However, Ning Daoran did this to ensure everything proceeded flawlessly. These prodigies had life plates linked to their masters. Typically, their destruction would shatter the plates, but Ning’s method only caused cracks. This delay could appease Zhang Qinghe and others, buying time until Ning emerged from seclusion.

"Thud!"

With a wave of his hand, Ning Daoran tossed the Soul Refining Tower and the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree branch into the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven. He smirked, "Long Jiyu, you can mock them all you want now. Their fate will be far worse than yours!"

"Good!"

Long Jiyu’s soul emerged from the branch and squatted beside the Soul Refining Tower, staring at the Nascent Soul figures it contained.

The next moment, his eyes filled with ridicule. "You Zhang Family cultivators truly demonstrate unity—dying in clusters! I’m in awe of your teamwork!"

"Long Jiyu, you..."

Zhang Naiqian’s Nascent Soul was panicked but too scared to act rashly. "Long Jiyu, for the sake of being fellow disciples, please help us! Your Nascent Soul is gone, whereas ours are intact with opportunities for body-seizing rebirth. We beg for your mercy, Junior Brother Long..."

"Mercy?"

Long Jiyu laughed bitterly. "Have you forgotten that you barged into my cave mansion not long ago and killed me? Now you plead for clemency? Ning Keqing was right—you Zhang Family bastards are animals! Fuck your ancestors! Fuck your ancestors! Fuck your ancestors!"

...

Outside the Fierce Sun Sky Pool.

A Golden Core couple wept bitterly, clutching their heads. They were Long Jiyu’s parents.

At this moment, Long Jiyu’s life plate had shattered completely, confirming his death.

"Who... who was it?!"

Long Jiyu’s father’s eyes were bloodshot. "Who killed my son..."

"Both of you, calm yourselves..."

Zhang Qinghe said, "Long Jiyu’s death might not be related to Zhang Family disciples. It’s highly likely that Ning Keqing killed him. After all, they had clashed before."

"Nonsense!"

Long Jiyu’s father roared. "Ning Keqing is kind-hearted. How could he kill my son?!"

"Mind your place!"

Zhang Qinghe’s gaze turned frosty. "Do not forget your station!"

Nearby, several Zhang Family Nascent Soul cultivators glared coldly, preventing Long Jiyu’s parents from taking further action.

"Sizzle~~"

Just then, one of the Nascent Soul cultivators was startled, hurriedly tapping his Storage Bag. He discovered that the life plates of Zhang Naiqian, Zhang Puyu, and the others now bore deep, extended cracks at their bases!

"What’s going on?!"

Zhang Qinghe’s face paled, his expression turning to utter fury in an instant!

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