Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 612 - 610 Divine Concealment True Monarch

"Be careful, it’s a mid-stage Nascent Soul Fire Hou!"

True Monarch Liu Yun frowned and said, "This creature is one of the Guardian Artifact Spirits of the Taixu Immortal Realm. It is said that thousands of such Fire Hous existed millennia ago, but over time, their nemeses wiped them out one by one. Now, only a few remain, yet I didn’t expect us three to encounter one."

"Fire Hou..."

Ning Daoran’s eyes gleamed with greed as he said, "This middle-grade fourth-tier puppet is something I deeply covet. I must request that the two of you refrain from obliterating it entirely. Please leave it intact for me."

True Monarch Liu Yun’s gaze grew complicated. "Mere fourth-tier middle-grade puppets like this are weaker than an average mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Forgive me for being blunt, but such a thing doesn’t hold much value for Fellow Daoist Ning."

"Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, you don’t understand..."

Ning Daoran responded cryptically, attempting to offer an explanation.

"Exactly, Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, there’s no need to ask further."

True Monarch Du’e grinned wide and said, "Junior Brother Ning might be a peerless genius in the Eastern Wilderness Cultivation World’s Array Path and highly skilled in Alchemy Dao and the way of talismans, but he’s made zero progress in the Puppet Path. He’s not even considered a first-rank Puppet Master yet. You see, the less one has, the more one craves!"

Ning Daoran’s face darkened, choosing not to dignify True Monarch Du’e’s teasing with a response.

True Monarch Liu Yun merely covered her mouth and laughed lightly. "Alright, alright, Fellow Daoist Du’e, let’s just grant him his wish and try our best to help Fellow Daoist Ning capture this Fire Hou alive. That said, subduing a puppet comparable to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator won’t be easy. We must be cautious."

"Agreed!"

Ning Daoran said solemnly, "Capture it alive if possible. If not, ensure it remains intact. If even that proves impossible, destroying it won’t matter. After all, a fourth-tier puppet is far less important than our lives."

"Indeed, that’s how it should be!"

True Monarch Du’e nodded in agreement.

"Attack!"

With a low shout, Ning Daoran surged into the air atop Big Green Dragon. The moment the Fire Hou lunged toward them, claws flailing, a streak of electric light flashed. Nong Daoran vanished from his original position, replaced by countless Eternal Immortal Vines descending from the skies, coiling tightly around the Fire Hou’s body.

True Monarch Liu Yun floated gracefully mid-air, patting her storage bag. Instantly, nine array flags flew out in three sets of three. "Swish, swish, swish!" A pocket array activated, restraining the Fire Hou’s head and two hind legs. With its hind legs incapacitated, its speed was drastically reduced, making it easier for the three to capture it.

True Monarch Du’e swept his hand, producing a piece of red silk that danced in the air, binding half of the Fire Hou’s body.

Ning Daoran pinched his nose and teased, "Brother Du’e, that’s quite the magical treasure you have there!"

It was hard to imagine that a rugged cultivator like True Monarch Du’e had refined a strand of red silk. This wasn’t much different from a male Nascent Soul cultivator using a handkerchief as a magic artifact in battle.

"Ahem..."

True Monarch Du’e coughed and said, "Junior Brother Ning, not every Nascent Soul cultivator has as many treasures as you."

It was true. Most Nascent Soul cultivators spent their entire lives searching for spiritual treasures, using whatever they could find. Ning Daoran, on the other hand, thought low-grade spirit treasures were beneath him.

True Monarch Liu Yun chuckled softly. She had grown accustomed to Ning Daoran and True Monarch Du’e exchanging banter. It brought a touch of humor to the tension.

"Trying to escape?"

Ning Daoran raised a finger, pointing downward. A streak of finger power shot toward the Fire Hou’s core component. If destroyed, the Fire Hou would lose its driving force, becoming nothing more than a pile of scrap metal!

"Roar~~~"

Unexpectedly, the Fire Hou thrashed violently, causing Ning Daoran’s strike to miss. Instead, it blasted a small hole in the creature’s neck.

At that moment, Ning Daoran’s heart suddenly pounded fiercely. He’d been so focused on hunting the Fire Hou that he failed to notice two Nascent Soul auras hidden nearby!

"Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, be careful!"

When he looked up to warn her, it was already too late.

"Swish!"

A wisp of purple flame fell from the sky, transforming into a cage that trapped True Monarch Liu Yun. At the cage’s base, a stream of violet light swirled—a purple jade pendant in its true form!

"Purple Jade Netherworld Fire?"

True Monarch Liu Yun looked up in alarm, anger flashing in her eyes. "Purple Flame Demon Lord, what are you aiming for?!"

"What do you think?"

From above, the Purple Flame Demon Lord descended, his presence filling the area. His Nascent Soul Late Stage aura brimmed with intensity, having reached perfection in the Nascent Soul realm. He was just one step away from advancing to the Divinity Transformation Stage!

No one could have foreseen such a powerful Great Cultivator nearing Divinity Transformation would venture into the Taixu Immortal Realm, taking such immense risks.

It spoke volumes about the Purple Flame Demon Lord’s supreme confidence and his unshakable belief in his invincibility. freewēbnoveℓ.com

With a surge of purple flames, the Demon Lord launched himself toward Ning Daoran, clearly aware of who needed to die first.

"Purple Flame Demon Lord!"

Ning Daoran rooted himself firmly, punching the Fire Hou away as he brandished the Big Green Dragon in his right hand. Waves of blood-tinged energy spiraled outward as the spear unleashed the secret technique, Azure Dragon Whirlwind Strike!

It was as though an enormous azure dragon roared toward the sky, clashing directly with the Purple Flame Demon Lord’s fiery descent!

"Boom~~~"

An explosive roar echoed, interweaving with the overwhelming surge of mana.

Incredibly, Ning Daoran met the Purple Flame Demon Lord’s strike head-on without being overpowered. The spear tip swirled and wove, countering the Demon Lord’s mana while emitting sharp, piercing sounds. Suddenly, three more Azure Dragon Whirlwind Strikes shot toward the Demon Lord from three directions!

"Not bad! A mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator can be this strong?!"

The Purple Flame Demon Lord laughed heartily, raising both hands as if lifting an enormous violet mountain. His eyes burned with ferocity. "But Nascent Soul Early Stage is still Nascent Soul Early Stage. Being too sharp will only hasten your death!"

"Boom~~~"

The massive mountain fell, crushing the three Azure Dragon Whirlwind Strikes into fragments. At the same time, the terrifying spiritual pressure forced Ning Daoran to retreat several steps, showing slight disadvantage.

"Brother Ning!"

In the sky, True Monarch Du’e roared, stepping on the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella. Sword intents surrounded him, condensing into a blazing ray as he attacked the Purple Flame Demon Lord.

"Something’s wrong..."

A chill descended over Ning Daoran as he realized that when the Purple Flame Demon Lord appeared, he’d sensed two distinct Nascent Soul auras—one late-stage and one mid-stage. While the Demon Lord had revealed himself, where was the mid-stage presence?

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Ning Daoran unleashed nine dragon shadows while shouting, "Brother Du’e, watch for an ambush!"

"What?!"

True Monarch Du’e stiffened. In that instant, a shadow materialized behind him—a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator skilled in concealing their presence. A golden flying shuttle struck Du’e’s back, slashing a groove through his vestment robe and inner armor. Moments later, a short knife plunged into his lower back with a sickening "squelch."

"You son of a bitch!"

True Monarch Du’e spun around, striking the assailant’s treasure sword with his own weapon. His voice boomed. "Divine Concealment True Monarch, you damn dog! Do you know anything but sneak attacks?!"

The ambusher in the sky was none other than the infamous mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from Sangyu Country—Divine Concealment True Monarch. His reputation for being ruthless and cunning preceded him. Even Ning Daoran had heard of him, knowing that numerous early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators had perished at his hands in Xia Country.

"True Monarch Liu Yun, protect yourself!"

Ning Daoran transmitted a warning to the imprisoned True Monarch Liu Yun, who immediately summoned two more spiritual treasures to safeguard her physical body.

"Brother Du’e!"

Ning Daoran once again sent a message. "Focus on defending yourself. Don’t engage Divine Concealment True Monarch in a death match. Leave this side to me!"

"You?"

True Monarch Du’e doubted whether this young man could truly take on the combined might of the Purple Flame Demon Lord and Divine Concealment True Monarch.

After all, the Purple Flame Demon Lord was a seasoned Great Cultivator, and Divine Concealment True Monarch excelled in combat. Neither was an easy opponent!

"Don’t worry!"

Ning Daoran ascended, releasing nine dragon shadows into the air. At the same time, he spread his left fingers wide, summoning a treasure mirror!

"Swish!"

The Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror cast golden light upon Divine Concealment True Monarch, exposing him entirely despite his advanced concealing techniques.

"You managed to steal the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror?!"

The Purple Flame Demon Lord was momentarily stunned, his expression hardening into cruelty. "Excellent! Truly excellent! I hadn’t expected this venture into the Taixu Immortal Realm to yield two invaluable treasures—the realm’s secrets and the ultimate treasure, the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror!"

With that, the Demon Lord executed a flurry of purple flying knives, dismantling the dragon shadows swiftly and decisively.

Though powerful against ordinary cultivators, the dragon shadows were no match for a peak Nascent Soul cultivator like the Purple Flame Demon Lord. With three to five strikes, he shattered each shadow with precision and ease.

But Ning Daoran wasn’t targeting the Purple Flame Demon Lord. He knew his chances of defeating him were slim, let alone killing him. His primary focus was Divine Concealment True Monarch, who was bound by the Nine Dragon Treasure Mirror!

As long as he could eliminate Divine Concealment True Monarch, the Purple Flame Demon Lord would lose his advantage. Surely the Demon Lord couldn’t take on all three Xia Country Nascent Soul cultivators alone?

After all, the Purple Jade Netherworld Fire, though a peerless treasure, required constant focus to imprison True Monarch Liu Yun, leaving the Demon Lord somewhat distracted.

"Old Lu! Little Bai!"

Ning Daoran slapped his storage bag, releasing two Nascent Souls!

"Hmph!"

The Purple Flame Demon Lord, now wary, transmitted a warning. "Divine Concealment Fellow Daoist, stay on guard!"

"Relax!"

Divine Concealment True Monarch sneered, baring his teeth. He thought to himself, "After all these centuries of cultivation, what ambush haven’t I already faced?"

But in the next moment, Ning Daoran turned abruptly to face Divine Concealment True Monarch, unleashing an explosive surge of Divine Soul power from his forehead.

Soul Suppression Technique!

"What?!"

Divine Concealment True Monarch’s mind reeled. His entire body froze, his Divine Soul trembling violently. In the next instant, excruciating pain jolted through him—a pair of antlers from Big Stupid Deer piercing right through his rear!

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