Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 501 - 499 Ni Caolin

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

This year, Elder Ning Daoran is 385 years old, his Golden Core becomes ever more full, seemingly just a step away from forming his Nascent Soul.

He has already started planning for the Nascent Soul cultivation process; if it comes to it, he will return to White Dragon Mountain and attempt it on that Fourth-tier Spirit Vein, with the protection of Big Stupid Deer, Little Bai, and others, which could be deemed relatively safe.

This year, another major event is about to take place.

The Hidden Dragon Sect’s grand competition!

It is said that this grand competition will be personally presided over by the Old Ancestor of the Hidden Dragon Sect, Li Bin, and the disciples participating will encompass the three branches, including those from the Hidden Dragon Sect, the Wind Snow Tower, and the Fish-Dragon Square Li Family; disciples from all three families are eligible to participate.

And the ultimate victor will receive the sect’s treasured Immortal Dragon Blood Sword!

Upon the release of this news, the Hidden Dragon Sect and Wind Snow Tower were greatly shaken!

Especially Han Liang and Bai Feiyu, two of the most outstanding young talents, who are strong contenders for the title, and whoever becomes the wielder of the Immortal Dragon Blood Sword will not only benefit from the maximum resource inclination from both sects but also have a great opportunity to become the future ruler of the three branches.

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Today, as the competition is about to begin, Elder Ning Daoran is invited to observe, and Li Yinpeng, being a disciple from Dragon Tail Peak, naturally also has the qualifications to participate, but with her mere Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, she truly cannot compete with Han Liang, Bai Feiyu, and other prodigies within the sect. She could at most just participate.

In the early morning, mist shrouded everything.

The Hidden Dragon Sect was overflowing with people, countless cultivators came to watch.

Elder Ning Daoran, wearing a green shirt, had Li Yinpeng following by his side.

At this moment, the streets of the Hidden Dragon Sect are brightly lit and bustling, with a canary perched on Li Yinpeng’s shoulder, chirping away as if talking to her.

In the Cultivation World, some cultivators are gifted with the innate talent to converse with spiritual beasts, and Li Yinpeng was one of them.

Elder Ning Daoran smiled slightly, too lazy to concern himself, and absorbed in the lively scene on the street instead.

Before long, the canary spread its wings and fluttered around Li Yinpeng, making the older girl’s laughter ring like silver bells on the main street.

"Snap!"

Suddenly, a surge of Gold Core Late Stage spiritual pressure burst forth.

When Elder Ning Daoran looked up, he shockingly found that the canary had been turned into a shower of blood in mid-air!

The perpetrator was a woman clad in a white dress, quite beautiful, but her pretty face was filled with hostility, extremely angry she said: "Where did this blind bird come from, daring to bump into this lady?"

"Little... Little Canary..."

Li Yinpeng stood frozen in place, looking at the canary reduced to a pile of bones, blood, and scattered feathers, her eyes immediately reddening.

"Is this your Spiritual bird?"

The woman in the white dress relentlessly approached, spreading her fingers and aiming a slap at Li Yinpeng’s face: "The Spiritual bird is blind, so is its owner also blind?"

"Ah?!"

Li Yinpeng shivered slightly, but her body was already immobile, as the overwhelming spiritual pressure from the woman in white crashed down on her.

"Slap!"

Mid-air, the hand of the woman in white, halfway through the motion, was firmly caught by a hand like an iron vice, unable to move any further.

"Fellow Daoist, merely a Spiritual bird bumping into you once doesn’t merit such a reaction, right?"

Elder Ning Daoran firmly locked onto the woman’s wrist, his eyes cool as he said: "Moreover, that Spiritual bird did not intentionally bump into you. Killing the bird was already excessive, but do you really want to go further and harm someone?"

"Who are you?!"

The woman in white was furious, teeth clenched as her entire body’s mana surged, the treasure sword in its sheath clanged menacingly, ready to unsheathe and kill.

"Snap!"

Elder Ning Daoran raised his left hand, a casual slap sent the just-unsheathed Magic Treasure Level long sword flying out, with a "clang" it deeply embedded itself into the nearby rock face.

"Who are you really?"

The woman in white, angry and humiliated, used all her strength to break free from Ning Daoran’s grip, with sword intent swirling around her, ready to engage in battle.

"Seal Master Ning!"

At that moment, a voice came from behind the woman in white; it was Bai Feiyu.

"Fairy Bai."

Elder Ning Daoran slowly gave a cupped fist salute.

"What, you know Sister Ni?"

Bai Feiyu quickly stepped forward, holding onto the woman in white’s wrist, saying: "What happened here? Sister Ni, this is Seal Master Ning from the Fish-Dragon Square, I have mentioned him to you before, an extremely powerful master of the Talismanic way."

"Oh?"

The woman in white gave a disdainful glance: "So, this is Seal Master Ning, I hope Seal Master Ning keeps a better watch on his little concubine in the future, so her Spiritual birds don’t fly around and cause trouble!"

"She is not my concubine."

Elder Ning Daoran calmly said: "This lady is Miss Lee, the daughter of Li Yuantong, the Peak Master of Dragon Tail Peak and the lord of the Fish-Dragon Square, the young miss of the Li Family."

"Humph..."

The woman in white glanced at Li Yinpeng without considering the Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator at all, or even the Peak Master of Dragon Tail Peak, Li Yuantong, for that matter.

"It’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

Bai Feiyu quickly tried to smooth things over: "Seal Master Ning, Miss Yinping, this lady is a good friend invited by my master to observe the event, she is the senior disciple of Yun Meng Sect from Xia Country, Sister Ni Caolin. Never would have expected such a misunderstanding, it’s all my fault... I was delayed by some matters in the tower and came a bit late..."

Li Yinpeng looked at the remains of the canary on the ground, her eyes red, but she could only swallow her anger: "It’s okay, Fairy Bai... It was my Spiritual bird that misbehaved and offended Sister Ni."

"Let it go."

Ni Caolin said indifferently: "This incident is indeed the fault of the Spiritual bird, and has nothing to do with you. No need to blame yourself."

With that, she glared fiercely at Ning Daoran.

Just a mid-stage Golden Core dares to take action against her. Had she not held back just now, she would have certainly punished him severely.

Ning Daoran looked at Ni Caolin with a calm gaze, quietly noting this in his heart.

Ni Caolin, the eldest senior disciple of Yun Meng Sect.

If he remembered correctly, Lin Man had mentioned this person before; Ni Caolin’s talent amongst the young disciples of Yun Meng Sect was not particularly remarkable, inferior to Lin Man and Chi Shan. But this woman was skilled in flattery and useful to the Sect Master, and she often belittled and insulted Lin Man and Chi Shan.

He hoped she wouldn’t provoke him again; otherwise, he would adopt the guise of Independent Practitioner Jianjia to avenge Lin Man for past grievances!

"What’s wrong?"

Ni Caolin sneered: "Does Seal Master Ning recognize me?"

"Not really."

Ning Daoran shook his head with a smile: "I have once traveled through Xia Country and encountered a talented Talisman Master named Lin Man. Talisman Master Lin had mentioned to me about an elder sister named Ni Caolin. I wonder if that could be you?"

"What?"

Ni Caolin’s gaze turned icy: "You’ve actually met that renegade? Where is she now, still within Xia Country’s territory? This unfilial disciple who betrayed her master, if I encounter her, I will definitely tear her to pieces!"

"She is."

Ning Daoran’s mouth curled up slightly: "But I heard that Talisman Master Lin has now reached Nascent Soul. If you, Fellow Daoist Ni, wish to kill her, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy."

"What?"

Ni Caolin was shocked and her face turned extremely ugly.

Ning Daoran had no interest in her internal drama, but the matter of Lin Man reaching Nascent Soul was indeed extremely significant for Yun Meng Sect.

Moreover, Lin Man’s cultivation talent was far too strong; perhaps soon she could reach Nascent Soul Mid-stage, Nascent Soul Late Stage, and even have a chance to achieve Divinity Transformation. With her temperament, once she transformed, it would spell disaster for that old witch of Yun Meng Sect!

"Sister Ni, Seal Master Ning."

Bai Feiyu noticed the atmosphere was amiss and smiled: "Let’s go. The competition is about to begin, and I need to get ready in advance."

"Mhm."

Ni Caolin nodded: "Your competition is most important, Feiyu. Let’s go."

...

Hidden Dragon Sect, at the mountain’s summit.

A vast plaza spanned the mountaintop, with a high platform in the center covered in prohibitions. Surrounding it were densely packed spectator seats. This Hidden Dragon Sect was the ancestral land from the past, with naturally different heritage, far stronger than Wind Snow Tower, and not to mention incomparable to Dragon Tail Peak.

Ning Daoran and Li Yinpeng sat down in a corner. Although Li Yuantong was the Peak Master of Dragon Tail Peak, the seats he could obtain were quite mediocre, reflecting his awkward status among the Three Peaks.

Any elder from Hidden Dragon Sect or Wind Snow Tower was probably comparable in status to Li Yuantong!

Ni Caolin and Bai Feiyu sat together in a noticeable position of Wind Snow Tower. From afar, Ni Caolin cast a glance filled with venomous resentment, as if wishing she could tear Ning Daoran to pieces as well. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Hmph!"

Ning Daoran returned the look.

He had now seen just the tip of the iceberg of Yun Meng Sect’s sect manners. With a person like Ni Caolin as the foremost disciple, it was no wonder Lin Man was incompatible with Yun Meng Sect!

"Gentlemen!"

A figure descended from the sky, it was Li Bin.

The moment he landed on the platform, a huge shadow rose above his head, a Nascent Soul forming a Dharma Image, towering and majestic, with Immortal Charm, and he smiled: "I welcome everyone to the competition of the Three Peaks of Hidden Dragon Sect! Only the younger generation of disciples are eligible to participate in this competition, and the ultimate Leader will receive the Immortal Dragon Blood Sword!"

With that, he waved his hand, and a bloodstained sword with a Low-grade Spirit Treasure aura hovered before his chest.

It was indeed the Immortal Dragon Blood Sword.

Ning Daoran frowned slightly; he had witnessed the power of this sword in the last battle at the Dragon Cave.

"The competition begins now!"

Li Bin rose and took his seat in the chief position, then an elder of Hidden Dragon Sect took to the stage to announce the list for the competition. Bai Feiyu, Han Liang, Li Yinpeng, and others were all on the list.

There were sixteen people in total, carefully selected; the weakest might be Li Yinpeng.

Ning Daoran sat upright, quietly watching the competition.

There wasn’t much to observe, as the cultivation level of these young disciples was far too inferior to that of this old demon Jianjia, with no value for reference.

In the first round, Li Yinpeng indeed lost to a Golden Core Early Stage brother of Hidden Dragon Sect, returning sulkily.

With a "pop," she sat beside Ning Daoran, resting her chin in her hands, and said no more.

Ning Daoran almost laughed out loud. Couldn’t even take a defeat, could she?

...

The competition was unsurprising. Han Liang in the upper bracket cut his way into the final battle. In the lower bracket, Bai Feiyu also made a strong advance into the last fight, without any suspense.

In the end, the Saint Heir of Hidden Dragon Sect versus the Holy Daughter of Wind Snow Tower!

Ning Daoran’s eyes widened, alert and expectant, anticipating this battle of the weaklings.