Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 80 - 78: Chen Wu and Xin Lei (Fourth Update! Asking for First Subscription!)

Chapter 80: Chapter 78: Chen Wu and Xin Lei (Fourth Update! Asking for First Subscription!)

Qiongbi Peak.

Deep in a chamber twenty fathoms below ground,

A vine ball rested on a desk, within which a person and a deer engaged in fervent activity!

Big Stupid Deer buzzed back and forth, harvesting clumps of rice-ear-laden Green Bamboo Spirit Rice into its pouch before starting on a new round of planting.

Meanwhile, Ning Daoran searched for a plot of land rich in spiritual energy not far from the Mystic Frost Tree, where he planted a three-foot-long section of Silver Moon Bamboo root.

With a casual wave of his hand, he executed the Rain Transformation Technique, and streams of spiritual energy moistened the soil; the lifeforce within the bamboo root seemed to be activated, vigorously growing stronger.

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Now that the Grass and Tree Holy Spirit’s growth rate was boosted a hundredfold, cultivating a hundred-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo would only take a year’s time, which Ning Daoran anticipated and was eager to try.

Once the Silver Moon Bamboo matured, he planned to refine the set of magical treasures himself!

“Pat-pat pat-pat~~~”

Suddenly, the sound of a dragonfly flapping its wings came from the Small Cloud Mist Array.

Ning Daoran swept the area with his Divine Sense and discovered a Sound Transmission Talisman flying into the array, trapped and spinning in circles, unable to find an exit.

His mind stirred, and the Small Cloud Mist Array opened, letting a Sound Transmission Talisman fly into the underground chamber.

It was a Sound Transmission Talisman from Chen Ping’er of Qingfu Square.

Ning Daoran was slightly astonished; why would Chen Ping’er send him a Sound Transmission Talisman? After all, outside of business dealings, the two hardly had any interactions.

After infusing a stream of mana into the talisman, Chen Ping’er’s voice emanated from it:

“Fellow Daoist Ning, Senior Huo was indeed a regular customer of Qingfu Square, but that was only ten years ago. For the past decade, Qingfu Square has been completely in the dark about Senior Huo’s whereabouts and his deeds.

The reason I’m telling you this is to urge Fellow Daoist Ning to be cautious; after all, Qingyun Secret Realm is rarely mentioned by anyone. Moreover, most of those who have dealings with Senior Huo are at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Fellow Daoist should proceed with caution to avoid any mishaps, as Qingfu Square is unable to guarantee anything in this matter, and I hope for your understanding.”

‘So that’s how it is…’

Ning Daoran thought to himself that Chen Ping’er’s purpose in sending this Sound Transmission Talisman was twofold: to remind him and to distance Qingfu Square from the situation.

However, he was quite grateful that she sent the talisman.

This gesture was somewhat stronger than Wen Zichen’s.

He quickly infused the talisman with a stream of mana and sent back his own message, “Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen, for the warning. I will be extra cautious, and you need not worry.”

After releasing it, the Sound Transmission Talisman turned into a glimmering light and shot out of Qiongbi Peak, heading straight for Yellow Dragon Square.

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Ning Daoran began preparing for the Qingyun Secret Realm in five days’ time.

Inside the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven,

A brilliantly silver Spirit Tree swayed with the wind, exuding an icy aura; it was one of the Ten Great Yin Woods, the Mystic Frost Tree.

By now, this Mystic Frost Tree was over a century old and could slightly contribute to refinements.

Using a small knife and paper, Ning Daoran etched wounds into the tree, extracting a bit of sap, which he then left to dry within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven. After intricate processes like baking and cutting, the first batch of spirit paper made from the Mystic Frost Tree sap was obtained.

He folded and cut the spirit paper into humanoid shapes, refining them again, and soon more than thirty lifelike paper figures appeared on the desk.

“Attention!”

At Ning Daoran’s command, the group of paper figures immediately stood upright.

Even Big Stupid Deer, clutching a clump of rice ears not far away, instinctively stood erect like a soldier, head held high with a solemn look in its eyes.

As Ning Daoran walked past the desk, the group of paper figures performed salutes, full of ceremonial gravitas.

“Not bad…”

He grinned and picked out the three best-refined paper figures, infusing a small amount of his Divine Soul into each. Instantly, these paper figures seemed to come to life, each possessing at least thirty percent of Ning Daoran’s combat strength!

Given Ning Daoran’s current terrifying strength, his strength manifested in the Third Layer… was actually quite formidable.

He wasn’t too greedy; he only maintained five of these top paper figures imbued with Divine Soul.

Although his Divine Soul was powerful, dispersing too much could be detrimental, and five was the ideal number to avoid impacting his own Divine Sense strength.

Moreover, if a paper figure infused with Divine Soul was destroyed, it could cause some damage to Ning Daoran’s Divine Soul.

However, his Divine Soul strength was so substantial that the loss of one or two top paper figures would only slightly diminish his Primordial Qi, and a few days of rest would suffice for recovery. Even if all five top paper figures were killed, it wouldn’t matter much; at most, he would recuperate for half a month in seclusion at Qiongbi Peak to fully recover.

Beyond the paper figures, he started to reorganize his collection of talismans.

The batch from Huanglong True Man was of profound depth, and Ning Daoran was quite economical in their use. Now, his Third-tier Ice Explosion Talisman, Divine Speed Talisman, and Green Vine Talisman were intact, and he still had plenty of Second Order High-Grade Divine Speed Talismans and Forbidden Breaking Talismans for use in the secret realm.

As for treasures,

Among the magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts that Ning Daoran had already refined, the strongest was the Second-Order Top-Grade True Feather Fan, followed by the Second Order High-Grade Beast Bone Shield, which was a defensive spiritual artifact, with the Azure Dragon Spear next in line.

Besides these three, most of the magical artifacts Ning Daoran had refined were First-tier Top-Grade, including Broken Porcelain, Shadowless Needle, Silver Scale Armor, and Jade Bamboo Spirit Scroll.

Though only First-tier treasures, due to his proficiency, the power they could exert sometimes might not even be inferior to spiritual artifacts.

Furthermore, controlling magical artifacts consumed less mana, making them suitable for prolonged battles.

He had considered these aspects thoroughly, ensuring he maximized his survival odds in the Qingyun Secret Realm.

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Five days later.

Yellow Dragon Square.

A young man and a young woman, both Foundation Establishment Cultivators, appeared within the workshop. The former was a young man with a long sword on his back, while the latter was a graceful woman with delicate willow-shaped eyebrows.

Sword Cultivator Chen Wu and Talisman Master Xin Lei.

“Miss Xin.”

Chen Wu frowned, “This journey involves not just you and me, and Fellow Daoist Huo, but also an Outer Elder from the Chaotic Sect as well as the Wang Family’s Ancestor who possesses the cultivation of the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

The dangers within the secret realm go without saying, but we can’t ignore the dangers of our fellow travelers. Should anything untoward occur within the realm, I hope that Miss Xin will join me in advancing or retreating together.”

Xin Lei offered a serene smile, “Fellow Daoist Chen, rest assured, I will.”

Chen Wu may not have noticed it, but a look of impatience had already flickered across Xin Lei’s face.

Ever since the two had decided to travel together, Chen Wu’s excessive enthusiasm had become increasingly hard for Xin Lei to bear.

She had been a Loose Cultivator since she was young and had reached this point in her cultivation through her talent in talismans but had never thought about finding a Daoist couple. To her, these were unnecessary entanglements.

Chen Wu seemed to sense a hint of emotion from Xin Lei and awkwardly smiled, “Should we encounter danger, I will defend you, and you should take the chance to escape on your own.”

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist.”

Xin Lei turned to face him, looking at him seriously, “The best outcome, of course, is for both of us to find the opportunities we need and then leave the Qingyun Secret Realm together safely.”

“That would indeed be for the best, for the best,” Chen Wu nodded with a smile.

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The First-class Pavilion, a private room on the second floor.

By the time Chen Wu and Xin Lei had arrived, Old Ghost Huo was already there.

“Greetings to Fellow Daoist Huo.”

“Greetings to both Fellow Daoists.”

Old Ghost Huo made some polite small talk, and not long after, the barrier was opened again, and a figure in a deep blue robe—Ning Daoran—came in.

“This is Fellow Daoist Ning, an Outer Elder from the Chaotic Sect,” Old Ghost Huo introduced earnestly.

Ning Daoran immediately smiled and nodded at the other two, after which they stopped conversing and simply sat in silence, gathering their energy.

Chen Wu’s lips moved subtly, while Xin Lei occasionally nodded her head—they were communicating through Sound Transmission.

“Fellow Daoist Ning.”

With nothing better to do, Old Ghost Huo smiled slightly and sent a Sound Transmission, “Xin Lei is a Loose Cultivator, a Talisman Master. She was originally cultivating on an Immortal mountain in the northern part of Qingzhou and has come especially for the opening of the Qingyun Secret Realm.

As for Chen Wu, he is a disciple from the Qi Yun Sword Sect. He’s nearly sixty but only recently achieved Foundation Establishment. Don’t be fooled by his youthful appearance; it’s because he encountered profound opportunities when he was young and consumed a Solid Color Pill.”

“I see…” Ning Daoran nodded slightly.

Old Ghost Huo continued, “I’ve heard that Chen Wu’s experiences in the Qi Yun Sword Sect weren’t good. His Spirit Root was too poor to attract attention, and being overlooked after Foundation Establishment due to his age, with virtually no chance for Core Formation, he has been neglected. It is said that he was once very enamored with a female senior, but as she was a Third-grade spiritual root, she never looked him in the eye. Now, that senior sister should have reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment and looks down on him even more.”

Ning Daoran’s head buzzed. Old Ghost Huo was surprisingly gossiping about such matters.

“Fellow Daoist Ning.”

Old Ghost Huo sent a message, “Be cautious after entering the secret realm. A person like Chen Wu, always looked down upon by others, has an incredibly twisted nature and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.”

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for the reminder.”

Ning Daoran appeared serious and nodded, yet his mind was clear as a mirror.

Since this was everyone’s first cooperative exploration of the secret realm, it was best not to trust anyone. Trusting anyone in the realm could be life-threatening. The only one that can be trusted is oneself.

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Not long after, the private room’s prohibition was opened again.

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A strong aura from late-stage Foundation Establishment flowed in, along with a much weaker early-stage Foundation Establishment aura.

Two people entered from outside.

One was an elderly man in a white robe, looking hale and hearty with a ruddy glow on his face—the Wang Family’s Ancestor with late-stage Foundation Establishment.

This person had a distinguished reputation in the Western Qingzhou Province because his cultivation was strong, close to forming his Golden Core, and he was referred to as a Quasi Core Cultivator.

Accompanying him was a captivating female cultivator at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, clad in a black gauze dress that could not conceal her voluptuous figure.

Her eyebrows carried a suggestive and nonchalant air, unlike a serious cultivator.

“Fellow Daoist Wang has arrived.”

“Fellow Daoists, this is the ancestor of the Wang Family in Qingzhou Yingchuan, but I am not sure who this fairy is?”

“She is my disciple named Wang Qian who will be entering the Qingyun Secret Realm with me to seek fortune,” said the Wang Family’s Ancestor with a sweep of his sleeve, smiling, “I ask for my fellow daoists’ understanding. The situation arose suddenly, and I did not have the chance to inform everyone in advance.”

“Master,” Wang Qian bowed to the group, “I have the honor of meeting all the fellow daoists.”

Ning Daoran and Old Ghost Huo remained composed, nodding their greetings.

But Chen Wu and Xin Lei’s expressions tightened slightly. The Wang Family’s Ancestor was bringing someone along without prior consultation, which was a bit of disrespect towards the others.

Although he was a senior of late-stage Foundation Establishment, such an approach did indeed displease Chen Wu and Xin Lei.

“Since that’s the case, shall we set off at once?”

Acting as a mediator, Old Ghost Huo saw everyone nod in agreement, and they all rose to leave the First-class Pavilion.