Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 288 - 286 Chen Xiyao

Chapter 288: Chapter 286 Chen Xiyao

Chapter 288 -286 Chen Xiyao

After much thought, Ning Daoran ultimately left four Class A paperfolk with Han Bing.

Now a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator, his Divine Soul strength had greatly increased. He could probably sustain about twenty Class A paperfolk without much difficulty, so leaving four wasn’t a big deal. However, he couldn’t leave any more than that, as it could easily affect his combat capability when traveling outside in the future. After all, none of Ning Daoran’s enemies were weak—his adversaries included Golden Core culminators and even those at the Nascent Soul Stage.

As for the array, Ning Daoran left a ready-made White Feather Flowing Sound Array to Han Bing.

He planned to refine another White Feather Flowing Sound Array from scratch, placing a Fourth-order Lower Grade True Feather from the Seven-Colored Peacock at the Array Eye. With this, the newly refined White Feather Flowing Sound Array would essentially be a third-tier top-grade, offering even stronger defense!

“Sect Brother.”

Han Bing pursed her lips, “When will Sect Brother depart again?”

“Just in a bit.”

Ning Daoran glanced at the sky outside and said, “I’m planning to visit Dragon Flying Village again with Old Lu, to see the changes in the village over these years. People always have to remember where they came from.”

“Mm.”

Han Bing nodded, smiling.

…

In the afternoon, at Qiongbi Peak.

Ning Daoran’s leaving could mean it would be a long time before he returned, so he greeted everyone.

Chen Yuzhu had an expression of reluctance, almost wishing she could cling to his hand and never let go.

“Ancestor wants to go back to the village?” Zhou Qingshan asked.

“Indeed.”

Ning Daoran said, “I haven’t been back to the village for many years, and I plan to pay a visit. It is only right to burn some incense and paper money for Little Tiezhu and Little Hehua. Moreover, Old Lu misses home too.”

“Why don’t I accompany Ancestor back to the village?” Zhou Qingshan offered.

“No need.”

Ning Daoran shook his head, “The affairs of True Yang Peak are numerous, and as an Elder, you must be diligent. Old Lu and I might not return to the Sect after visiting the village, so there is no need for you to come with us.”

“Yes.”

Zhou Qingshan nodded thoughtfully.

…

In the evening, Ning Daoran and White Deer rode the clouds and departed from Chaotic Sect for Dragon Flying Village.

With the tunneling speed of a Golden Core cultivator, the day was not yet fully dark when a man and a deer had already arrived at the small village.

From above, Dragon Flying Village looked as tiny as a sesame seed, which was quite moving.

“Old Lu, let’s first go pay our respects to Little Hehua.”

“Owoo owoo~~”

The man and deer rushed towards the hillside outside the village.

Not long afterward, standing before Little Hehua’s grave, it appeared that the gravesite had been recently tended, without much overgrowth, and even the moss and bird droppings on the tombstone had been cleaned, with the inscription wiped clean.

Ning Daoran couldn’t help but smile slightly.

The descendants of the Chen family really did well to care for Little Hehua’s grave for so many years after her death.

Thus, he prepared the incense table and burned paper money.

“Little Hehua, Old Lu and I have come back to see you.”

He knelt before the grave, still able to recall the sound and smiles of Little Hehua from the past, her small figure as a child, and later, the valiant image of a green-clad female Martial Artist—all these scenes imprinted in Ning Daoran’s memory.

For a Golden Core cultivator, sometimes having too good a memory is a type of pain.

“Owoo owoo~~”

At his side, Big Stupid Deer burned the paper offerings for Little Hehua while chomping away.

Actually, if Ning Daoran really wanted to see Little Hehua again, the Soul Searching Technique at the Returning to Nature Level could gather up the Residual Soul of Little Hehua right here. But it didn’t seem necessary.

If he did so, Little Hehua’s Residual Soul would disappear even faster.

“I’m now at the Golden Core Middle Stage, and Old Lu is at the Golden Core Early Stage.”

While burning paper, Ning Daoran laughed and spoke: “You probably don’t quite understand, but in short, we’re now pretty formidable. There aren’t many in the whole Cultivation World who could make us flee in panic anymore.”

“Owoo owoo owoo~~~”

Big Stupid Deer concurred with a sound, our strength is terrifying now!

The night fell, and silence enveloped the hillside.

“Alright, rest here in peace. Old Lu and I will go pay respects to your mother, as well as to the old village chief and Little Tiezhu.”

Ning Daoran picked up a bamboo basket filled with offerings and left with Big Stupid Deer.

Around the grave, wisps of gray mist stirred, condensing into the figure of a tall female Martial Artist, gazing at Ning Daoran’s retreating figure, already with tears streaming, “Brother Ning…”

…

On the other side of the hill.

The grave of Widow Bai was also meticulously tidied. However, as Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer arrived at the burial mounds of the old village chief and Little Tiezhu, they found a different scene.

Despite the Zhou family’s far superior reputation and influence in Dragon Flying Village compared to the Chen family, the graves of the old village chief and Little Tiezhu were overgrown with wild grass; it seemed as though it had been a long time since anyone had cleaned them. Not only was there no sign of upkeep, but it even looked like no one had paid respects for a long while, with years-old ashes buried in the pits in front of the tombstones.

Ning Daoran frowned and took out two Spiritual Hoes from his Storage Bag, carefully cleaning the graves of the old village chief and Little Tiezhu together with Big Stupid Deer.

After completing the rites, towards the direction of the village, several fireworks burst in the sky. From afar, the sparks were clustered, very lively as if there was a performance going on.

Ning Daoran slapped his forehead, right, today is Jingzhe.

According to the customs of Dragon Flying Village, to pray for favorable weather, on the day of Jingzhe the village usually has opera troupes or invites performers like jianghu entertainers to put on a show.

When he was a child, Ning Daoran would never miss the Jingzhe festivities, always arriving early with a small stool to sit in the front row.

“Old Lu, want to join in the fun?”

Ning Daoran said with a smile: “There’s not only performances, but maybe even candied hawthorns.”

“Ow?”

Big Stupid Deer’s eyes lit up; if there were candied hawthorns, that was definitely not to be missed!

So, a man and a deer headed towards the village.

Ning Daoran was still dressed in a green robe, while Big Stupid Deer concealed its holy beast aura, transforming into a very inconspicuous, dust-covered deer, indistinguishable from those kept by the people in jianghu.

The village was bustling, and on the stage in the center of a large courtyard, there was even a shadow play performance.

A group of children had taken their seats with small stools in the front row early on, while the adults gathered in the back, cracking melon seeds and chatting, waiting for the shadow play to begin.

At the entrance of the courtyard, someone was collecting money for tickets.

“Come watch the shadow play, a copper coin for a ticket!” shouted a lean man: “It’s about to start, if you don’t come in now, you’ll miss it~~”

Ning Daoran was not one to pay to watch a show; he and Old Lu leapt up and watched for free from atop the wall.

Soon after, the shadow play began, performing a well-known cultivation play that had been circulating in Xia Country for many years called “Group of Heroes Cultivation Story”, which told the story of a Song surname cultivator from a sect being driven to Heavenly South Mountain and becoming an outlaw. Along with him on Heavenly South Mountain were a martial artist from the Forbidden Army considered as the instructor of the 800,000 troops in the capital of Central State and a Great Cultivator nicknamed “Iron Lion”, who had amassed great military achievements in the border war. Together, they gathered a total of 108 Great Cultivators and Martial Immortals to resist the court.

The court sent Great Cultivators repeatedly to eradicate them on Heavenly South Mountain but met with devastating failure, and in the end, the Emperor was forced to issue an Edict of Self-Atonement, declaring a general pardon for everyone. Eventually, the more than one hundred Great Cultivators on Heavenly South Mountain reconciled with the court, and together they went to the border wars against Sangyu Country sixty years ago, where they all perished in battle. Thus, the court commissioned someone to write this play to extol the feats of those people.

Ning Daoran scratched his head, feeling that this script seemed somewhat familiar.

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Deep into the night, the shadow play came to an end, and the audience dispersed.

Only then did Ning Daoran see the group of actors behind the scenes, among whom was a girl in a green skirt, holding the paper cutouts for the shadow play, her face showing a trace of fatigue as she spoke to a middle-aged man: “Boss, since the performance is over, I’ll head home first.”

“Alright.”

The boss said with a smile: “It just so happens to be a performance in Dragon Flying Village; you can go home and rest. Come early tomorrow noon and have a meal with everyone; we’re going to the next village.”

“Yes.”

The girl’s face showed even more fatigue as she left the courtyard and disappeared into the night.

In the shadows, two figures followed at a distance, Ning Daoran and the White Deer.

He felt very puzzled; the appearance of this girl… gave him a sense of déjà vu, and the most astonishing thing was that this girl actually had a third-grade thunder spiritual root!

Top-grade abnormal spirit roots, such innate talent would be explosive in any part of Qingzhou.

Yet this girl was from Dragon Flying Village; how could it be that she hadn’t been recommended to attend the Chaotic Sect all these years?

Moreover, the direction she was going was very familiar; it turned out to be Little Hehua’s old home!

Back then, Widow Bai and Little Hehua lived there.

Something was fishy…

Ning Daoran followed and asked the girl as she entered the courtyard: “Young lady, what’s your name, and why are you living here?”

“Ah?”

The girl turned around, looking at the noble man under the moonlight, she couldn’t help but be startled a bit; she seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t quite place it.

“My name is Chen Xiyao, this indeed is my home. Where are you from, sir, and why did you follow me?” She asked boldly, with one hand behind her back, already drawing a skirt press knife from her clothing.

“You have the Chen surname, and you live here…”

Ning Daoran frowned: “What’s your relation to Chen Huhua?”

“Chen Huhua…”

Chen Xiyao looked surprised: “That is… she is one of my ancestors in the Chen family…”

“This is not right.”

Ning Daoran said gravely: “Since you are a descendant of Little Hehua and have a spiritual root, why hasn’t it been discovered, why weren’t you sent to the Chaotic Sect for cultivation?! You’re already sixteen, which means at least ten years of your cultivation time has been squandered. Didn’t the Zhou and Chen Families provide you with a copy of the Evergreen Technique?”

“Ever… Evergreen Technique…”

Chen Xieyao shook her head: “I’ve never received the Evergreen Technique. I heard that some descendants of the Zhou family and the Chen family are cultivating this immortal law, but when I was younger, my parents passed away early, not only did no one teach me the Evergreen Technique, the family even sent me to join a troupe, and that’s been seven or eight years.”

At this point, Chen Xiyao suddenly brightened up, staring intensely at Ning Daoran, finally recognizing who he was.

“You… are you Ancestor Ning?”

She looked towards the White Deer, now dirty and dusty, her face filled with excitement: “And… Lu Zu?”

“Ow ow~~”

Big Stupid Deer shook its body, revealing its holy beast appearance.

Ning Daoran, however, had a grim expression. His concern in Dragon Flying Village was only for the Zhou and Chen Families, since they are the descendants of Little Tiezhu and Little Hehua. But he never dreamt that the Zhou family would oppress the Chen family.

The fact that Chen Xiyao had a spiritual root was something an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could see without measuring; Zhou Qingshan, being at mid-stage Foundation Establishment, couldn’t have failed to notice.

He once left behind the Evergreen Technique, with the intention that every descendant of the Zhou and Chen Families should measure their spirit roots; why then was Chen Xiyao the only one overlooked?

“Xi Yao, I ask you, have you ever met Zhou Qingshan from the Chaotic Sect?” Ning Daoran asked.

“I have!”

Chen Xiyao nodded emphatically: “Right before I was sent off to the troupe, the old ancestor of the Zhou family returned to the village once. He summoned a group of us children in the ancestral hall, and then I never saw him again.”