Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 218 - 216: Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor

Chapter 218: Chapter 216: Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor

The Divine Weapon Sect made a grand display as it held a funeral for the former Sect Master, Mo Yunting. In fact, many elders and disciples who died in battle for Red Leaf Valley were also given funerals at the same time, and Mo Xinglie’s funeral was conducted alongside theirs as if he were hitching a ride on their coattails.

Besides the funerals, Mo Shaoting also announced that Independent Practitioner Jianjia would soon join Red Leaf Valley and take up the post of Guest Elder of the Divine Weapon Sect, a move intended to deter any malevolent forces from the Demon Path.

As for the Soul-devouring Demon, during the battle at Red Leaf Valley, he fought Ning Daoran to a standstill, with both sides sustaining injuries—though the Demon’s injuries were a bit more severe.

No news came from the Demon Path within several days, which was as everyone had expected. The Soul-devouring Demon was a person of cautious nature, who would surely go into hiding to recover as quickly as possible, and would not show himself again until his cultivation returned to its peak.

As for Fanshu City, everything remained the same, the biggest difference being that no more heinous killings would happen on the streets by the hand of Mo Xinglie.

Inside the Floating Duckweed Workshop.

Chen Ping’er offered up a cup of fragrant tea and asked softly, “When do you plan to leave Fanshu City?”

“Not too long from now, I will leave after settling the matters of Red Leaf Valley.”

“The matters of Red Leaf Valley are still not resolved?”

“Just a bit more to finish.”

“That Independent Practitioner Jianjia… he…”

Chen Ping’er’s red lips slightly parted, hesitant to continue.

In truth, she harbored some suspicions. She knew of Independent Practitioner Jianjia, who had once been active in Yellow Dragon Square and achieved several remarkable deeds.

With Chen Ping’er’s intelligence, she had already guessed that Independent Practitioner Jianjia might be an alias for Ning Daoran, but she was not completely certain. After all, everyone knew that Independent Practitioner Jianjia, at the early stages of the Golden Core, had forced the late-stage Golden Core Soul-devouring Demon to retreat.

If Ning Daoran really were Independent Practitioner Jianjia, his cultivation level would be terrifyingly formidable.

“Since you’ve guessed some clues, I won’t hide it from you.”

Ning Daoran said, “In fact, Independent Practitioner Jianjia and I are true friends. He appeared in Fanshu City this time because I asked for his assistance.”

“Ah?”

Chen Ping’er’s soft lips parted slightly in surprise; with this explanation… it seemed like everything made sense.

Ning Daoran and Independent Practitioner Jianjia both deeply understood the Evergreen Technique and Jianjia Sword Technique. If the two were indeed close friends, then that entirely explained everything, making it all seem so reasonable.

“May I inquire where Fellow Daoist Ning plans to go after leaving Fanshu City?”

“Yizhou, Immortal White Dragon City. Old Lu and I will live there for a while, focusing on cultivation on the one hand, and on the other, we will venture deep into the Tianluo Sea in search of some opportunities.”

“I see.”

Chen Ping’er said with a light smile, “After you arrive at Immortal White Dragon City, could you write a letter to ensure me of your safety?”

“Of course.”

Ning Daoran nodded with a smile.

Chen Ping’er chuckled, finally feeling relieved.

…

Three days later.

The Divine Weapon Sect’s funerals were swiftly concluded, an expedient measure during an unusual period; all funeral rituals were hastily completed within a mere three days. Meanwhile, a large number of array masters and craftsmen were hired to rebuild the destroyed structures.

On this day, the Divine Weapon Sect was decorated brightly in celebration, as it prepared for the Guest Elder appointment ceremony for Independent Practitioner Jianjia.

No outsiders were invited; the Divine Weapon Sect made lavish preparations for their own, but even so, the news spread far and wide, eventually reaching the entire Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World. Everyone would know that the battle-hardened Independent Practitioner Jianjia had taken residence with the Divine Weapon Sect and assumed the position of Guest Elder.

In the morning.

Disguised as Independent Practitioner Jianjia, Ning Daoran donned a cyan robe and carried a long sword on his back, exuding an aura of Immortal Charm.

However, he did not ascend the mountain alone. By his side followed another Golden Core Cultivator—astonishingly, it was Ning Daoran himself, transformed from a Class A Paperfolk!

“Ah?”

Mo Shaoting, who had risen to greet the guest, caught sight of Ning Daoran and stiffened. He had not anticipated that the formidable Golden Core of the sword casting shop would be together with Independent Practitioner Jianjia; could there be something underhanded about their relationship?

In an instant, Mo Shaoting’s thoughts ran deep, and a chill crept up his spine.

A few days ago, the Divine Weapon Sect had emerged in full force to attack the sword casting shop, where Independent Practitioner Ning single-handedly stood his ground. The scene was still vivid in Mo Shaoting’s mind, drumming up various suspicions and doubts in his heart.

“Sect Master Mo, there is no need for alarm.”

“Independent Practitioner Jianjia” casually greeted with a salute, saying, “This Fellow Daoist Ning is an old acquaintance of mine, and it’s quite unexpected that we would reunite in Fanshu City. I’ve also heard about some frictions between my Divine Weapon Sect and Fellow Daoist Ning…”

He narrowed his eyes, smiling, “Forgive my frankness, but Mo Xinglie’s tyrannical behavior and public acts of violence in Fanshu City truly courted death. Elder Brother Mo Yunting was indeed too indulgent toward him. However, times have changed, and Elder Brother Mo Yunting has fallen in battle. Why not let bygones be bygones?”

“Fellow Daoist Mo.”

“Ning Daoran” said with a clasped fist and respectful tone: “Regarding the matter of Mo Xinglie, I was indeed too rash and did not foresee that his mannerisms could be so overbearing and cruel. In my impulsiveness, I failed to restrain myself. Here, I apologize to your Sect, hoping Fellow Daoist Mo won’t take it to heart.”

Mo Shaoting’s face shifted between shades of light and dark.

He had just assumed the position of Sect Master, and although he was held in high esteem and the undeniable choice within the Sect, after all, the Divine Weapon Sect had been a mammoth built up over many years by Mo Yunting.

The remaining elders, true inheritors, Inner Sect disciples—most of them had received favors from the previous Sect Master, Mo Yunting, and were loyal to him.

He, Mo Shaoting, had just ascended to power, and the best way to win people’s hearts was naturally to take revenge for Mo Yunting. However, since Mo Yunting was killed by the Soul-devouring Demon, avenging Mo Yunting was impossible.

So, the only option left was to take revenge for Mo Xinglie.

Originally, Mo Shaoting had planned to win over Independent Practitioner Jianjia, and then ask him to lead Divine Weapon Sect’s elite forces in a “second assault” on the sword casting shop, aiming to destroy both the shop and Independent Practitioner Ning in one fell swoop.

Who would have expected that things would change so quickly? Independent Practitioner Jianjia and Independent Practitioner Ning turned out to be old friends and even joined forces to attend the ceremony, disrupting all his plans in an instant.

Within a few seconds, Mo Shaoting weighed his options and made a choice.

He clasped his fists and said, “Xinglie was indeed too willful and arrogant, spoiled by his brother. I had advised his brother to discipline him strictly, but unfortunately, his brother was too indulgent, leading to this great catastrophe.

Fellow Daoist Ning, the disaster that befell Mo Xinglie is truly a result of his own actions. I do not blame you for this matter, and I hope you won’t take the events of the battle at the sword casting shop to heart. Since you are a good friend of Minister Jianjia, you are also an honoured guest of Divine Weapon Sect. Let’s not speak of past events anymore.”

“Thank you, Sect Master Mo.”

The Class A Paperfolk nodded, “There’s still one more thing I need, and I hope Fellow Daoist Mo can make a promise to me.”

“Oh?”

Mo Shaoting was surprised. “What’s the matter, Fellow Daoist?”

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“Soon, I will leave Fanshu City and travel around the world. This sword casting shop has been entrusted to Manager Sang Ping’an, but since Elder Ou Yeping handed the shop over to me, I naturally should do my utmost. I would like to ask you to be magnanimous, and not to trouble the sword casting shop in the future, and if possible… please look after it a bit more.”

“It’s possible.”

Mo Shaoting said, “The sword casting shop has always had a good relationship with Divine Weapon Sect. Many orders that the Sect cannot take are passed on to the shop. Since you, Fellow Daoist Ning, have personally requested this, I will certainly remember it and won’t let down the sword casting shop.”

After saying this, he looked at Independent Practitioner Jianjia beside him.

In fact, everything Mo Shaoting had done was to give face to Independent Practitioner Jianjia, because in his eyes, Jianjia’s combat ability was superior to Ning Daoran’s.

Ning Daoran’s reliance was nothing more than arrays and spiritual beasts. If it weren’t for the arrays, Independent Practitioner Jianjia could perhaps defeat him in less than ten exchanges!

“Good!”

Beside him, “Independent Practitioner Jianjia” smiled and nodded, saying, “Turning hostility into friendship is the right way! Our Divine Weapon Sect is involved in weapon casting, after all, we should strive for harmony and prosperity in business. Reconciling with the sword casting shop is the best outcome. Sect Master, am I not correct?”

“Minister speaks the truth!”

Mo Shaoting naturally nodded repeatedly.

However, among the group of Foundation Establishment Cultivators who were at the banquet, many were filled with hostility towards Ning Daoran.

This Independent Practitioner Ning had killed quite a few of Divine Weapon Sect’s rigid and upright cultivators that day, yet today he had become a distinguished guest of the Sect, causing many to feel a touch of resentment in their hearts.

…

Soon after, the ceremony began.

The atmosphere team invited by Divine Weapon Sect started to create a festive mood.

Music was played, and dances began.

Amidst the sound of drums, Mo Shaoting, in his Sect Master’s robe, stood at the end of the great hall’s steps.

Independent Practitioner Jianjia, in a green robe, walked up the steps one at a time.

Finally, Mo Shaoting placed an exquisitely crafted laurel crown on Jianjia’s forehead.

After the ceremony, applause, and then food!

Ning Daoran had not expected Divine Weapon Sect to make such a lavish affair; his old face turned almost red with surprise.

The banquet continued for three days.

After three days, late at night.

In the Sect’s secret chamber, Mo Shaoting began to take out treasures, with Ning Daoran standing beside him.

“Swish!”

After a flash of light, an Inner armor imbued with a profound presence and inscribed with exquisite patterns that manifested swirling clouds and lighting appeared in Mo Shaoting’s hands.

Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor, third-tier middle-grade Inner armor.

An object at the level of a Magical Treasure, it was even rarer than the average Magic Treasure!

This Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor was a masterpiece of the founder of Divine Weapon Sect from over a thousand years ago, whose Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Hammering technique had reached the Transformation Realm, peerless in all ages, using rare Demon Beast materials and a large amount of Divine Gold, taking ten years to forge this Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor!

The Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor had always been regarded as Divine Weapon Sect’s hereditary treasure, surpassing any Magic Treasure. For many years, even Mo Yunting dared not defile this armor by wearing it for fear of disrespect.

If worn… perhaps he would have survived a few more blows from the Soul-devouring Ancestor, and maybe he would not have died.

“Fellow Daoist Jianjia…”

Mo Shaoting held the Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor, his eyes not hiding his reluctance to part with it, saying, “This armor is a peerless treasure of our Divine Weapon Sect…”

His heart was extremely reluctant, but reluctance had to be set aside.

Jianjia as an Independent Practitioner had the power to contend with the late Golden Core Cultivators, unfathomable in strength, and known for his capricious nature, difficult to be defined by the conventional Righteous Path. If he really angered Jianjia, the likelihood of him killing and robbing treasures would be close to 100%, truly terrifying!

Compared to the Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor, the continued existence and legacy of Divine Weapon Sect weighed heavier for Mo Shaoting!