Cultivation Starting from Full Talent

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Morning, mist shrouded Qiongbi Peak.

In the spirit field, wisps of fog spread across, and each stalk of Purple Jade Spirit Rice gleamed with vitality, exuding an exuberant life force.

In the fish pond, the big black fish whipped its tail in a tight circle, leading a swarm of spirit fish to patrol its territory, creating constant "plop plop plop" bubble noises within the pond.

Inside the spiritual beast pen.

More than a dozen spiritual sheep cluelessly munched on Purple Jade Spirit Rice stalks, bleating "baa baa baa" noisily, unaware of when misfortune might strike.

A flock of spirit ducks quacked incessantly, their cries mingling with the ribbiting of frogs by the pond edge, croaking rhythmically "croak croak" in spiritual resonance after feasting on the decomposing leaves of Purple Jade Spirit Rice from the pond.

Inside the clandestine chamber.

Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes. The cultivation of the Returning to Nature Level True Yang Furnace Technique had already stabilized, and the condensed liquid in his body had surpassed two thousand five hundred drops.

Unfortunately, while the True Yang Furnace Technique did enhance the condensed liquid of mana, it was insufficient to push Ning Daoran's cultivation to mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

Just slightly more, he would have to wait and endure patiently.

*This Ninth Grade Mixed Spirit Root talent truly wasn't an exaggeration!*

*For an ordinary person, reaching even the Qi Refining Middle Stage might remain a distant mirage forever, let alone achieving Foundation Establishment like Ning Daoran. Such progress was the stuff of fairy tales.*

The achievements of cultivators in the world were closely intertwined with the quality of their Spirit Roots.

Take, for instance, the Chaotic Sect. Sect Master Jiang Yu possessed a Second Grade Mutated Thunder Spirit Root, while Gongyang Yan, Lin Xingyuan, and Ning Qing all had Third Grade Spirit Roots.

In truth, the heights to which many cultivators could ascend on their immortal paths were often determined at the very start.

"Phew..."

Ning Daoran took a deep breath. It was lucky that he had the Grass and Tree Holy Spirit System.

His cultivation would face no barriers, improving the cultivation technique gradually by Refining Time before using the enhanced technique to elevate his own cultivation level.

Additionally, Ning Daoran's lifespan was extraordinarily long. As a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, he boasted a lifespan of 440 years.

With nearly 400 years remaining, he was confident that advancing to the Core Formation stage within this time should pose no issue.

"Let's get to work!"

Ning Daoran stretched his arms before leaving the small house within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, striding toward a small grove of silvery bamboo nearby.

The Silver Moon Bamboo had already grown for a thousand years.

Initially, the Silver Moon Bamboo root sprouted six buds, which have now proliferated and spread, with dozens of robust bamboo stalks growing above ground.

On each bamboo joint, silver veins shimmered faintly—the hallmark of thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo.

*It's time...*

Brimming with ambition, Ning Daoran unsheathed the Qiushui Sword. With decisive intent, he cut down over a dozen bamboo stalks, then dragged them back to the small house.

He planned to forge twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords to be commanded using the Jianjia Sword Technique, complemented by the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation. The combined lethality would be awe-inspiring!

Inside the artifact refining room.

Ning Daoran retrieved the Chi Long Ding, feeling an excited thrill as he set about refining his very first treasure.

He pulled out a small notebook, filled with meticulous records of his artifact refining experiences, along with techniques secretly learned from Wen Ru.

When it came to the Artifact Path, Ning Daoran's talent was fairly average.

But with the aid of the Samadhi True Fire and the Chi Long Ding—an artifact refining treasure—the process inherently transformed into something remarkable.

"Begin!"

He suspended the shimmering silver-veined bamboo stalks in mid-air and formally commenced the refinement process.

Slowly releasing a breath of Samadhi True Fire, he enveloped the bamboo entirely, raising its temperature gradually and refining it while ensuring the heat increased progressively at an appropriate pace.

Refining artifacts was an art of finesse. The temperature couldn't be too high or too low; a precise range had to be maintained. Content first released on M_VLEM_PYR.

Furthermore, the room's humidity balance also needed constant adjustment.

Fortunately, Ning Daoran could rectify any humidity issue with ease. A casual flick summoned the Rain Transformation Technique to naturally restore balance whenever necessary.

Five hours passed swiftly.

"Szzzz~~~"

Under prolonged exposure to the Samadhi True Fire, the bamboo stalks finally began to soften.

Gently, Ning Daoran increased the intensity of the fire.

After a tea's time, the silver veins adorning the bamboo joints began to distort and melt.

Quickly stabilizing the flame, Ning Daoran ensured that the Samadhi True Fire kept at the optimal intensity for continuous burning.

As the silver veins melted, they transformed into threads of silver spiritual liquid, dripping slowly into the Chi Long Ding from the bamboo joints.

Before long, the bottom of the Chi Long Ding was coated with a layer of silver spiritual liquid—a concentrated essence of the Silver Moon Bamboo.

Silver Moon Bamboo inherently contained both Wood and Gold Attributes, naturally nurturing gold-element silver spiritual liquid. This silver spiritual liquid was a cherished material for forging flying swords.

The thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo liquid was a priceless treasure coveted by sword cultivators across the realm.

Ning Daoran remained methodical, exhaling another breath of Samadhi True Fire. This time, he intensified the flame to purify the impurities within the silver spiritual liquid.

Meanwhile, the remaining green bamboo stalks underwent further refinement under stronger flames, extracting the Wood Attribute essence.

Hours passed as all the green bamboo stalks turned to ash, leaving behind only wisps of emerald mist, which Ning Daoran carefully gathered using his mana.

Gradually, the emerald mist condensed into one sparkling bead after another.

Simultaneously, the purification of the silver spiritual liquid in the Chi Long Ding concluded.

"Now is the moment."

His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he swiftly manipulated mana to shape the flying swords' forms. Immediately, the drops of silver spiritual liquid lift up, swirling into water-like formations mid-air.

Within seconds, twelve embryonic silver flying swords took shape above him.

However, while the swords exhibited unparalleled offensive capabilities, they lacked sufficient durability.

*Such weaknesses would risk their destruction during confrontations with opponents wielding sturdy inner armor or shield-like treasures, even if their lethality was unparalleled.*

Ning Daoran had, of course, planned ahead.

With precision, he drew upon the emerald beads' spiritual essence, infusing it into each sword.

Minutes later, faint emerald patterns etched themselves onto the sword hilts and blades, subtly enhancing their resilience and fortitude.

This intricate process was painstaking and mentally taxing.

Fortunately, Ning Daoran possessed formidable Divine Soul and bodily strength, making this arduous, days-long forging endeavor a mere trifle.

Three full days later.

"It's done!"

A wave of his hand sent the twelve silver flying swords—each measuring scarcely a foot long—gliding like silver streaks through the air, elegantly shimmering overhead.

An entire set of flying swords, classified as Second-Order Middle-Grade Spirit Artifacts!

Ning Daoran exhaled deeply, satisfied with his creation.

After all, this was his first venture into refining treasures, and achieving a finished product rated as Second-Order Middle-Grade Spirit Artifacts was undoubtedly gratifying.

Indeed, his expertise in the Artifact Path had ascended to Second-Order Middle-Grade!

*Still, he couldn't help but feel slightly sheepish, knowing that much of the credit for the swords' classification belonged to the high-quality materials.*

*With thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo as the raw material, even moderately skilled artifact refiners could likely forge Top-Grade Spirit Artifacts.*

"Old Lu?"

Ning Daoran raised his hand slightly, grinning. "What do you think?"

"Rooo~~"

The Big Stupid Deer rushed forward, brushing its antlers aside and rubbing its large head against him, as if proclaiming, "Big Brother is incredible… unmatched in the Artifact Path!"

"Heh heh heh…"

Ning Daoran, feeling gratified, declared, "My treasured blade is newly forged! It seems we need something to test its sharpness!"

"Roo??"

The Big Stupid Deer's ears perked up nervously, wondering, *Could it be me?*

Ning Daoran burst into laughter, leaving the house with the deer in tow.

In the fish pond, the big black fish suddenly raised its scales, overwhelmed by a dreadful sense of impending doom. Was it about to be used for sword testing?

"Sword-slashes-spirit-fish?"

In that instant, the big black fish's mental state shattered.

To its surprise, Ning Daoran didn't spare it a single glance. Instead, he caught a large carp from the pond and, with a giant ladle, headed off with the deer to prepare dinner.

After a lavish evening meal, Chen Weimo ascended to cultivate.

Ning Daoran, however, placed a Paper Substitute resembling himself in the living room before continuing his training.

…

At night.

In Mojiang Shanyang County.

"Roar—"

A ferocious tiger's roar reverberated throughout the mountains, sending forest creatures fleeing; a golden-haired tiger, towering at more than two meters high, emerged in the woods.

It strode forward, its blood-red eyes scanning the dense forest.

A powerful aura of Foundation Establishment coursed through it; this was evidently a Second Order Demon Beast!

Mounted on the tiger's back was a figure.

The man wore black robes, a bamboo hat atop his head, inner armor beneath his clothes, and a sword strapped behind his back. His arms were folded casually as he sat perched on the tiger's back.

This duo—man and tiger—was none other than the disguised Ning Daoran and a transformed Big Stupid Deer.

"Old Lu, your tiger roar needs work…"

Ning Daoran teased, "Look, the frogs by the river keep croaking as if mocking you, utterly unfazed."

"Roo~~~"

The Big Stupid Deer turned toward its "big brother" with a sharp growl in protest.

It explained that it had tried its utmost and that the frogs' fearlessness stemmed purely from their own ignorant insignificance.

*Damn, that sounded... profound.*

Ning Daoran stroked his chin thoughtfully.

…

By the river.

A shrine, painted blood red, stood with red lanterns hanging high. Even under the deep night sky, locals continued to offer incense to it.

Beyond the common folk, groups of robust, black-clad men galloped back and forth on horseback, patrolling the riverbanks.

The River God Gang.

Ning Daoran recollected his earlier adventures with Lin Sheng and Han Bing when he assassinated the Green Robe Association branch leader.

Shanyang County's folk worshiped two deities in times past.

One was the legendary Green-clothed Lady, who was now kneeling within Ning Daoran's Storage Bag, subsumed into the Green Ghost Flag.

The other was the Mo River River God, their mortal followers organizing themselves into the River God Gang.

The River God Gang and the Green Robe Association had feuded for over a century.

Recent events, however, had placed Ning Daoran in command of the Green-clothed Lady, causing the Green Robe Association to collapse entirely—leaving the River God Gang dominant and unchecked.

This emboldened the gang to oppress the local populace ruthlessly, extracting resources without shame.

They had even escalated live sacrifices to the River God from biannual ceremonies to annual ones, doubling the demand from four children—two boys and two girls—to eight children sacrificed per ritual.

The outcry from civilians was deafening.

But challenging the River God dwelling in the depths of the river was no simple task. Most cultivators who attempted to end its tyranny met their demise, becoming food for the entity they sought to conquer.

…

"Clang clang~~~"

At the riverbank, Ning Daoran casually stepped onto the water, flicking the blade of one Silver Moon Flying Sword with his fingers. Smirking, he spoke, "Beast, come out and accept your fate!"

Suddenly, the river roiled violently.

A massive whirlpool spiraled, and a dark, sinister head broke the surface, staring at Ning Daoran with blood-like eyes. "You court death?"