Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 528 - 526: A Storm is Brewing

The next day.

The Liuyun Mountain is in an uproar as many cultivators from Qiyun Tower appear.

"Whoosh!"

The Cave Mansion Restriction is misty as Little Bai drifts in.

"What’s happened?" Ning Daoran inquires.

"It’s about Jing Yichuan."

Little Bai says, "Jing Yichuan is an Inner Sect Disciple of Qiyun Tower with a rather high status. Some time ago, his Life Plate shattered. Qiyun Tower has been thoroughly investigating this matter and continues to do so very closely."

"Hmph..."

Ning Daoran smiles faintly, "Why don’t they investigate my Cave Mansion?"

Little Bai can’t help but smile: "How could they randomly inspect the Cave Mansion of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator? The people from Qiyun Tower deliberately avoided our mansion."

Ning Daoran laughs, no longer concerned.

It seems that Jing Yichuan’s status in Qiyun Tower is not that high.

...

Therefore, the days of cultivating in Dongming City were extremely peaceful, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, at the most famous tea house in the city, First-class Pavilion.

In a private room near the window, Ning Daoran and Ji Ning sit opposite each other, sipping tea and discussing matters of Cultivation. Although Ji Ning has reached the Golden Core Stage, Ning Daoran’s few words always manage to easily clear her confusion, providing her with immense help in her Cultivation.

"I’ve heard about the affairs of the Beast Taming Sect."

Ji Ning’s lips purse as she says, "The Five-Colored Deer Chanting Technique that Senior seeks is indeed the Mountain Suppressing Skills of the Beast Taming Sect, but even so, since Senior Ning saved Lu Wenyao’s life, this kindness should be worth a copy of the Five-Colored Deer Chanting Technique. The Beast Taming Sect is acting too petty."

"There’s no need to say more about this matter."

Ning Daoran gazes indifferently, "Lu Wenyao has no say in this; we shall see how Lu Yunzhou reacts. By the way, I haven’t been in Dongming City for long; this Lu Yunzhou..."

Ji Ning smiles with dimples forming, switching to transmitting her voice: "Senior may not know, but Lu Yunzhou, despite his young age, has already joined the ranks of the Martial Immortals of Sangyu Country. Decades ago, he advanced to the Mixed Element Realm and was appointed by the Emperor of Sangyu Country as the Martial God of Hun State, guarding the region with both martial artists and cultivators fearing this Martial God of Hun State greatly."

She arches her brows lightly, "Lu Yunzhou is a bully who fears the strong. Unless Senior can overpower him in Cultivation, he is unlikely to easily yield."

"So that’s how it is."

Ning Daoran nods without saying more.

Soon after, a series of booming sounds come from the sky.

"Eh?"

Ning Daoran and Ji Ning both look up, only to see that the prohibition surrounding Dongming City has opened slightly, emitting a piece of blue light. Within that freshly opened gap, several Spirit Boats traverse into the territory of Dongming City.

"Boom boom boom~~~"

Drums thunder, and on the four leading giant Spirit Boats are martial artists full of Blood Qi hammering the drums, their loud sounds permeating the Immortal City. The sixteen Spirit Boats on either side flaunt their banners, very imposing.

"Who is this person, to have such a grand entrance?" Ji Ning wonders.

Ning Daoran narrows his eyes as his Nascent Soul Divine Sense is released, sensing mid-stage Nascent Soul energy emanating from one of the Spirit Boats in the center.

"State Preceptor, the fleet has arrived at Dongming City!"

A Golden Core Guard kneels outside the cabin, his demeanor extremely respectful.

"Hm."

Inside the cabin, a soft and somewhat sinister voice responds. A figure dressed in a purple robe steps out—it is a Nascent Soul Mid Stage Cultivator with a "delicate" appearance, looking quite frail. Ning Daoran raises an eyebrow; this person’s look somewhat resembles the popular young idols favored by women in his previous life, though this person’s Mana fluctuates intensely, not as powerless as those idols.

"Hmph, Dongming City..."

The effeminate cultivator stands with hands behind his back, his Divine Sense sweeping recklessly across the entire city.

"Eh?"

The next moment, his gaze falls on Ning Daoran and Ji Ning, who are drinking tea inside First Grade Building.

Ning Daoran does not hide his strength, releasing the robust power of an early-stage Nascent Soul.

"Hmph!"

The effeminate man smirks and then pays them no heed.

An early-stage Nascent Soul is truly not worth his attention.

"Don’t delay. Head straight to the Martial God Pavilion. Martial God Lu Yunzhou of Hun State should have been waiting for a while."

"Yes, State Preceptor!"

In the sky, the fleet whistles by, comprising dozens of Spirit Boats, creating a grand scene.

...

"Who is that person?" Ning Daoran transmits his voice to ask.

"The State Preceptor of Sangyu Country."

Ji Ning frowns slightly, "I have only heard of this person; I did not expect this State Preceptor to actually come to Dongming City. It looks like Dongming City is likely in for some trouble."

"Why?" Ning Daoran is surprised.

"Senior is not familiar with this place and may not fully understand."

Ji Ning patiently explains, "There are two major forces within Dongming City; the Martial God Pavilion and the Beast Taming Sect are allied, while Qiyun Tower is another faction. Although they seem harmonious on the surface, in reality, they’ve long been incompatible as fire and water, both vying for the resources of Dongming City and the Star Fallen Mountain Range.

It is said that this State Preceptor is extremely greedy and cruel; his visit to Dongming City likely signifies his support for the Martial God Pavilion. Once the balance between the two major forces in Dongming City is broken, it will undoubtedly lead to great chaos."

"That does make sense."

Ning Daoran nods, "Ji Ning, as Qingfu Square is an enterprise of Qiyun Tower, you may be greatly affected by the conflict between the Beast Taming Sect and Qiyun Tower. What are your plans?"

"I..."

Ji Ning pursed her red lips: "I won’t conceal it from Senior Ning; although Ji Ning is the workshop master of Qingfu Square, in reality, I am more like a chief manager, not the power behind the throne. I’m just helping others with their work. If this turmoil indeed involves Qingfu Square, I have no other recourse but to stay by Senior Ning’s side for self-preservation."

"Good."

Ning Daoran smiled and nodded: "Should there be chaos, come quickly to my Cave Mansion, and no one will dare to harm you in the slightest."

"Okay!"

Ji Ning gave a sweet smile, her eyes brimming with allure.

"The two of you!"

At this moment, a fluctuation appeared in the prohibition of the private room, and a late-stage Golden Core cultivator clad in a grey robe appeared outside, respectfully saying: "Excuse my interruption, Senior Ning! Guild Leader Ji, the Tower Master has summoned all managers, please proceed to the Main Altar of Qiyun Tower."

"Alright."

Ji Ning nodded, then immediately transmitted her voice to Ning Daoran: "This is Grand Steward Jing Yu from Qiyun Tower. It seems that the State Preceptor’s arrival in Dongming City is indeed about to stir up trouble. For now, I am still the workshop master of Qingfu Square, so I will take care of it. Senior need not worry."

"Mhm."

Ning Daoran nodded: "Go ahead, be careful with everything."

"Yes!"

After Ji Ning’s departure, Ning Daoran also drifted away from First-class Pavilion, disappearing into the night as he twisted his body suddenly while on his way back to Liuyun Mountain.

...

Late at night, in the Martial God Pavilion.

Ning Daoran concealed his breath, hiding within the trunk of an apricot tree inside the Martial God Pavilion.

Not far away, the State Preceptor and Lu Yunzhou were seated inside a spacious hall, each sipping Spiritual Tea, their minds filled with various thoughts.

"Lu Wushen."

The State Preceptor blew on the steamy cup of tea, smiling: "My personal visit to Hun State this time, I believe Lu Wushen should also understand the Emperor’s intentions, yes?"

"With trepidation!"

Lu Yunzhou clasped his fists and bowed: "I, Lu, am but a simple martial artist, a rough man. The Emperor’s intentions may not be completely understood by me. I still need the State Preceptor to clearly state what must be done!"

"Hmph!"

The State Preceptor took out a golden object and placed it on the table, saying: "This is an edict from the Emperor. There is only one decree: the properties under Qiyun Tower’s name, Liuyun Mountain, are to be granted as sanctuary to Martial God Pavilion. Once the edict is issued, Liuyun Mountain belongs to Lu Wushen. This matter will also be communicated to Qiyun Tower, and Lu Wushen can send people to take over Liuyun Mountain in a few days." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Yes!"

A flash of excitement crossed Lu Yunzhou’s face, but soon he began to worry again: "State Preceptor, what if Qiyun Tower refuses to hand over Liuyun Mountain?"

"What else?"

The State Preceptor scoffed: "This Qiyun Tower was originally just a mere Cultivation Family, but now it has grown stronger and slipped out of the Court’s control, even frequently skimping on the yearly tributes to the Court, hmph... does Lu Wushen really want to watch helplessly as Qiyun Tower grows day by day until it becomes uncontrollable?"

"This..."

Lu Yunzhou’s face showed a mixture of emotions: "The State Preceptor means..."

"Don’t ask me, the edict is here, the Emperor has made a decision for you, what else is there to hesitate about!"

"Yes!"

Lu Yunzhou’s face beamed: "I understand, please rest assured, State Preceptor! Once such a behemoth as Qiyun Tower falls, it will be like a whale collapsing, with all things coming to life because of it. State Preceptor, be at ease, your share will certainly not be lost."

"Hmph!"

The State Preceptor gave a faint smile and resumed fine-tasting the Spiritual Tea.

Inside the apricot tree, Ning Daoran drifted away.

It seems that Dongming City is really about to descend into chaos.

His heart was speechless, wondering if he really was some sort of chaos-favored being, causing unrest wherever he went?

...

A few days later, the news of the State Preceptor’s arrival in Dongming City and the granting of Liuyun Mountain, a property under Qiyun Tower, to the Martial God Pavilion through an imperial edict spread throughout the Immortal City. In an instant, the whole Dongming City started to waver in the storm.

Although Qiyun Tower nominally accepted the decree, it did not make a single concession in actuality. The array at Liuyun Mountain was activated, and they began a state of martial readiness, with disputes and even physical fights breaking out daily between cultivators of Martial God Pavilion and Qiyun Tower.

In the afternoon,

At Shuiyun Pavilion,

Ning Daoran, dressed in a dark red robe and accompanied by Ji Ning, was purchasing Talismans.

He was quite disappointed, as the best Talisman in Shuiyun Pavilion turned out to be only third-tier top-grade, and the entire shop did not have even one fourth-tier Talisman, which left Ning Daoran filled with sighs.

Lin Man, such an extraordinary talismanic genius, was indeed sought-after; by now, she... should be able to refine fourth-tier mid-grade or even fourth-tier top-grade Talismans, right?

It’s just a pity, she’s not by my side!

"Senior Ning."

The shopkeeper’s face was full of apologies: "The best Talismans in my shop are only these, ahem... my apologies, Senior."

"No harm done."

Ning Daoran smiled slightly: "I have nothing pressing recently, so consider me as merely passing the time here."

"Excellent!"

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, greatly relieved to have had such an amiable encounter with this Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a series of booming sounds came from the outside Shuiyun Pavilion, immediately followed by a buzzing sound as an array protecting the shop sprung up, enveloping the entire Shuiyun Pavilion within.

"Shopkeeper!"

A late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator flew over swiftly: "Suddenly a large number of robbery cultivators have appeared outside, attacking the shop!"

"What?"

The shopkeeper’s forehead furrowed.

Ning Daoran was speechless. To attack a shop in broad daylight, had Dongming City truly descended into such chaos?