Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 469 - 467 Primordial Chaos Early Stage Warrior

Ning Daoran and Little Bai stepped into the White Dragon Temple, where a banquet was already being arranged, bustling with activity.

"Ancestor."

A skinny elder approached and transmitted his voice to Old Demon Lin: "Is this the person from White Dragon Mountain, the one who killed the White Dragon, Master Qiushui?"

"Exactly."

Old Demon Lin shot him a silencing glance, and said: "Guests come to us, and we do not yet know the origins of Master Qiushui. Today, there’s no need to stir trouble needlessly, remember well!"

"Yes, Ancestor!"

"Hmph~~"

Old Demon Lin frowned as he watched the back of Ning Daoran.

In fact, this Master Qiushui, who was clearly practicing the Wood Attribute Technique... Old Demon Lin didn’t really take him seriously; though he was also at the Golden Core Late Stage, the Wood Attribute Technique was ultimately a Nourishing Life Technique, destined not to excel in combat. This person might be an expert in desiring longevity and extending life, but his Fight Technique prowess was bound to be weak.

The one Old Demon Lin truly feared was actually the maid accompanying him, who also possessed the Golden Core Late Stage Cultivation and had transformed from a Spiritual Beast.

As everyone knows, the combat power of a Golden Core Late Stage Demon Beast is extremely terrifying, approaching that of a Quasi-Nascent Soul, much stronger than the ordinary Human Clan Golden Core Stages. She was truly the formidable enemy of the Blood Soul Sect!

...

Shortly after, a roar echoed above the White Dragon, followed swiftly by the appearance of a Martial Artist hovering in the air.

It was a middle-aged man, arms crossed over his chest, his body surging with an immense Martial Artist Blood Qi, clad in a grey short robe, exuding a commanding presence without anger, carrying an air specific to the Court’s populace.

"Immortal Chen graces us with his presence, our Blood Soul Sect has failed to welcome you from afar!"

Old Demon Lin soared into the sky, cupping his hands in reception.

This middle-aged man was the Martial Immortal in charge of safeguarding Wuzhou State Mansion!

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows slightly, having heard a bit about this man.

Chen Sanli, a Late-stage Baodan Realm Martial Artist, reportedly only a step away from attaining the Fourth-tier Primordial Chaos Martial Immortal, his combat prowess extraordinarily strong, even able to contend with an Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator for dozens of moves without defeat.

It was precisely because of this that the state mansion guarded by Chen Sanli was very stable, with no one causing trouble, and whether from orthodox or demonic paths, all showed him some respect.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is too polite; I hope I didn’t arrive too late?"

"Of course not, please!"

Old Demon Lin led Chen Sanli into the hall, where a group of Blood Soul Sect elders bowed deeply in welcome, the pomp quite grand.

After Chen Sanli entered the main hall, his gaze swept over the attendees, finally resting on Ning Daoran, quietly asking a few questions to Old Demon Lin using a sound transmission.

"So this is Fellow Daoist Qiushui, who exterminated the White Dragon Demon King that plagued White Dragon River for many years..."

Chen Sanli laughed openly and cupped his fists, saying: "Fellow Daoist slayed the White Dragon and occupied the Fourth-tier Spirit Vein of White Dragon Mountain; it seems you planned a foundation for yourself yet also eliminated a powerful Demon Dragon for Wuzhou on my behalf. As the Wuzhou Martial Immortal, I must toast you a few rounds later!"

"You flatter me, Immortal Chen. It was merely done spontaneously."

Ning Daoran smiled cheerfully.

Soon after, the banquet began, and everyone engaged in lively conversation.

True to his word, Chen Sanli toasted Ning Daoran three times, with Old Demon Lin and other Demon Cultivators boosting the momentum; before long, everyone showed signs of intoxication.

After the third round of drinks and the fifth course, Chen Sanli narrowed his eyes and said: "Although Fellow Daoist Qiushui is a Cultivator, I observe a rich surge of Blood Qi in you. Are you perhaps a Dual cultivator of Dharma Body and Martial Arts, being both at the Golden Core Late Stage and also a Baodan Realm Martial Artist?"

"Indeed, Immortal Chen’s discernment is admirable."

"Is that really so?"

Chen Sanli’s interest was piqued: "Would Fellow Daoist honor me by exchanging a few punches? We will stop upon contact, what do you think?"

"Agreed."

Ning Daoran was unfazed, slowly standing up with a smile: "Please, Immortal Chen."

By doing this, he indeed intended to deter the Blood Soul Sect, making this gang of small-time mischief-makers behave.

His ultimate aim in occupying White Dragon Mountain was to refine the Essence Qi of the river, and after remaking the Qiushui Sword, he planned to leave, not keen on making enemies or bonds here, as Jianghu wasn’t just about fighting and killing.

...

In the woods beside the White Dragon Temple.

Ning Daoran and Chen Sanli stood facing each other, hundreds of zhang around them, a group of Blood Soul Sect Cultivators watching the battle.

"Please!"

Chen Sanli, with a smile and cupped fists: "As a Late-stage Baodan practitioner myself, it would be unfair to abuse my Realm over you; please lead the way, Fellow Daoist Qiushui!"

Ning Daoran chuckled.

His figure shifted, Dragon Demon Power surged through him, and he instantly threw a punch!

The punch was too swift; Chen Sanli couldn’t examine it closely, hurriedly summoning his whole body’s Qi, returning with a fierce punch.

"Peng~~~"

Amid the thunderous sound, a wave of milky-white Qi erupted from the center of the two, instantly under the crushing pressure of the Martial Artist Qi, below trees turned to dust, stalagmites snapped continually, creating a horrifying scene of two Baodan Realm clashes!

"Late-stage Baodan?"

Chen Sanli was startled, then smiled: "Very well, then I won’t hold back!"

"Please, Immortal Chen."

"Here it comes!"

Chen Sanli unleashed a punch.

Ning Daoran kept his expression light, using only Dragon Demon Power, deliberately avoiding calling upon the transformative strength of the Dragon Demon Body, otherwise, it would be bullying Chen Sanli.

Thus, after exchanging ten punches in mid-air, Chen Sanli was already sweating on his forehead, his body boiling with blood qi.

Ning Daoran, however, maintained a calm and composed demeanor, his breathing more rapid which gave him an advantage over Chen Sanli.

"Immortal Chen, how about we stop here at this point?"

Ning Daoran said, "If we continue to fight, one of us will surely get hurt, which would harm the harmony. What do you think, Immortal Chen?"

"Good!"

Chen Sanli’s face was flushed as he laughed and said, "Stretching my limbs like this was indeed very exhilarating. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qiushui, for the lesson!"

"Don’t mention it!"

The two returned to the White Dragon Temple, exchanged cups, and became close friends.

Old Demon Lin felt a bit awkward, as the banquet he arranged to win over Chen Sanli ended up benefiting Ning Daoran instead.

In the afternoon, the banquet ended.

On the White Dragon River, Ning Daoran and Chen Sanli walked side by side, treading on water.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Chen Sanli frowned and said, "With your skills, staying here as a mountain master is truly a waste. How about... you come with me to the Martial Temple? I would be willing to recommend you to take on the role of Qinzhou Martial Immortal, managing the martial arts of the entire Qinzhou. How does that sound?"

"Let’s not."

Ning Daoran shook his head, "I’m not interested in fame and fortune. Thanks for the kind offer, Immortal Chen, but if I truly find myself in a tough spot in the future, I will definitely seek refuge in Wuzhou City with Immortal Chen. I hope you would take me in."

"Ha ha ha, Fellow Daoist, you’re too modest~~"

Not long after, Chen Sanli left.

Ning Daoran also returned to White Dragon Mountain.

...

At dusk.

A figure appeared by the riverside at the foot of White Dragon Mountain—it was Old Demon Lin.

Ning Daoran drifted over.

"Fellow Daoist Lin."

"Fellow Daoist Ning!"

Old Demon Lin, hands behind his back, turned to look at the never-ending river, smiling, "Today, I invited you here for just one matter, and I hope you’ll consider it carefully."

"Alright."

Ning Daoran said, "I, too, hope Fellow Daoist can be straightforward, no need to beat around the bush."

"Very good!"

Old Demon Lin spoke somberly, "As you can see, originally this White Dragon River was occupied by human clan cultivators but has been dominated by the malevolent White Dragon for many years. Now that you, Fellow Daoist, have slain the White Dragon, ridding a major scourge from our Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World. Currently, you occupy White Dragon Mountain, while my Blood Soul Sect has taken over the White Dragon Temple..."

He squinted his eyes, smiled, and said, "We are actually neighbors, but there are only so many opportunities around the White Dragon River area. Sooner or later we will have some conflicts, and meeting in battle would be unpleasant. Thus, according to my view, why don’t White Dragon Mountain and Blood Soul Sect merge into one? I’ve already thought of a name—White Dragon Sect!"

"Oh?"

Ning Daoran was slightly stunned, "White Dragon Sect... Then, according to Fellow Daoist, who would take the position of Sect Leader after the merger?"

"That will be worked out."

Old Demon Lin said, "Since Blood Soul Sect and White Dragon Mountain will merge, naturally, both sides should discuss it. After the merger, all sect members will vote to elect the Sect Leader. Golden Core Stage counts as ten votes, Foundation Establishment as three votes, and Qi Refinement as one vote. This way, it’s fair and just, reflecting the will of the people. What are your thoughts?"

’Nima...’

Ning Daoran inwardly cursed, good one, Old Demon Lin, if you manage for a few hundred more years, Sangyu Country might enter an era of free elections, huh? Well now, aren’t you a reformer?

However, of course, Old Demon Lin calculated for the advantage in numbers!

His Blood Soul Sect had many people, plenty at Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages; if it came to a vote, they would definitely elect Old Demon Lin as Sect Leader.

As for White Dragon Mountain, with only so few people, after voting it would mean nothing.

Eventually, an elated Old Demon Lin might grant Ning Daoran the nominal position of Vice Sect Leader, maybe even calling him ’Junior Brother Ning’ affectionately, making him willingly work for the Blood Soul Sect.

Such scheming with public’s hearts is terrifying.

"This shouldn’t be rushed."

Ning Daoran gently raised an eyebrow and said, "Fellow Daoist Lin’s proposal indeed has its merits, but I have many unspeakable hardships and need more time to consider."

"That’s also fine."

Old Demon Lin took a deep breath, "Then, I’ll take my leave first."

"Farewell, Fellow Daoist!"

Ning Daoran looked up and watched as Old Demon Lin left.

Without surprise, Xu Si of White Dragon Mountain was indeed killed by the Blood Soul Sect, but they denied it, and White Dragon Mountain had no way to retaliate. At this time, Ning Daoran had no intention of confronting the Blood Soul Sect openly. Making too much noise might affect his plan to refine the essence qi of the river, which could be counterproductive.

...

Deep in the night.

On the White Dragon River, a small single-plank canoe drifted downstream. A languid young cultivator lay in the boat—it was Ning Daoran, eyes closed, quietly feeling the movements of the river’s water currents and essence qi flowing.

Soon, a breeze stirred, and Ning Daoran instantly opened his eyes.

Ahead, moonlight reflected on the river water; on the moon’s reflection, a pair of slender and smooth legs walked on the water surface, an iron spear hung low, its tip parting the water, its light flickering.

’Damn!’

Ning Daoran inwardly lamented, such a strong aura, Primordial Chaos Early Stage Warrior?!