Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 236 - 234 Nameless Desolate Island
Chapter 236: Chapter 234 Nameless Desolate Island
Chapter 236 -234 Nameless Desolate Island
Several days later, deep within the Tianluo Sea, there were miles with no cloud in sight, and the sea was calm and peaceful.
“Hmm?”
Ning Daoran, who was fishing, suddenly swept the area with his Divine Sense and detected a faint Foundation Establishment aura tens of miles away that seemed somewhat familiar.
“Little Bai.”
He pointed and said, “Head in that direction.”
“Yes, young master!”
Little Bai twisted her form and instantly teleported to the control panel, her delicate hands landing on the ship’s wheel to begin steering.
Not long after, a cluttered scene appeared on the sea surface. Countless fragments floated on the water, debris left behind from the disintegration of boats.
Among the pieces of the deck, there appeared to be a person lying, barely clinging to life, emanating a faint Foundation Establishment aura.
“Jin Shan?”
Ning Daoran recognized the person at a glance. It was Jin Shan, the eldest of the Jin Brothers who had gone out to sea for fishing not long ago.
A Second-class Paperfolk swept over, landed on the deck fragments, and tucked Jin Shan under its arm to bring him aboard The White Deer.
“Senior Ning…”
Lying on the deck, Jin Shan felt the gentle Spiritual Energy of The White Deer and, regaining consciousness, complex emotions flickered through his eyes.
Ning Daoran, holding a fishing rod, asked indifferently, “What happened to you?”
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“We…”
Jin Shan gritted his teeth and said, “We encountered a huge storm, the Yin Erosion Rain poured like downpour, moreover, the two Wind Avoiding Talismans we brought were used up, our boat was shattered by the Xinjin Wind, and Jin Hai and Jintian… they both died in the Yin Erosion Rain…”
Saying this, tears streamed down his face, and with a tight fist, he added, “It’s my fault as the eldest brother for not taking care of them…”
“This is a natural disaster; don’t blame yourself too much.”
Ning Daoran said calmly, “Jin Shan, you’re safe now. Rest well in my cabin, and once my fishing trip is over, I will take you back to Immortal White Dragon City.”
“Yes, thank you, Senior Ning, for saving my life…”
Jin Shan gasped for air, lying down again and closing his eyes. His mana and strength were already exhausted from the torment of the Yin Erosion Rain and the Xinjin Wind.
Ning Daoran waved his hand gently, and two Second-class Paperfolk helped Jin Shan to the cabin to rest.
…
Deep into the night, the sea was tranquil.
In the cabin of The White Deer, a large bed was spread with a warm quilt, and beside it, a small crystal window on the ship’s side opened, revealing the outside scenery. At this moment, the moonlight spilled in like broken silver, falling on Jin Shan’s tranquil sleeping face.
He was utterly exhausted and, after having his meal, had fallen into a deep sleep early.
Before long, the cabin door silently opened, and a figure stealthily appeared inside—it was Ning Daoran.
Looking at Jin Shan’s weary appearance, he furrowed his brow and then directly performed a Soul Search!
Jin Shan’s account had many questionable points. If their boat had indeed been destroyed by the Xinjin Wind and Yin Erosion Rain and the other two brothers had died, how could Jin Shan have survived the overwhelming Yin Erosion Rain?
“Hum~~~”
Ning Daoran’s spirit trembled as he entered Jin Shan’s Divine Soul memory.
Instantly, a scene Jin Shan could never forget appeared.
On the deck, the three brothers were pinned down by silver needles, unable to use their mana, hands tied behind their backs, all kneeling on the deck.
At the far end of the deck stood a cultivator in a blue robe, floating in the air, with a proud demeanor—Ning Daoran was slightly startled; this person looked familiar—it was Jing Xu, the Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator who had insulted Bai Xiaotian’s wife!
Jing Xu looked down with a commanding gaze at the three kneeling brothers.
“I heard that you three brothers are as close as real brothers, never fighting over Spirit Stones or Elixir Pills in Immortal White Dragon City.”
“I don’t believe it unless you prove it to me.”
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to live. Here’s a Mid-grade Spiritual Artifact short knife. If any of you takes the knife and kills the other two, I will spare him from death.”
“Jin Hai, don’t you want to live? Jintian, you’re the youngest and most talented. Take the knife, kill your two elder brothers, and you can survive. What are you waiting for?”
Ning Daoran frowned, so that was it.
Jin Shan’s memory trembled slightly; the three brothers were in agony, and eventually, the eldest, trembling, took up the short knife and plunged the blade into his brothers’ hearts.
“Ha ha ha ha~~~”
Jing Xu’s laughter was wildly arrogant, “Jin Shan, truly fitting of an eldest brother, your nature is indeed ruthless. Since that’s the case, I’ll let you go. After returning to Immortal White Dragon City, you need not mention this.
The city has always turned a blind eye to killings outside its walls. Even if you reported it to the City Lord, I would simply deny everything. On the contrary, if you disobey, taking your life would be as easy as reaching into a bag. You should understand this well.”
“Yes…”
Jin Shan knelt powerlessly on the deck, his head bowed low, looking at his brothers’ corpses as tears gushed like springs.
Before Jing Xu left, he shattered the deck with a palm strike and flew away in a Spirit Boat.
Afterward, Jin Hai encountered a small batch of Yin Erosion Rain and didn’t dare to carelessly utilize his tunneling light to return to the city, fearing another encounter with the Xinjin Wind. Hence, he could only seek help on the spot.
…
“Jing Xu…”
Ning Daoran returned to the deck, frowning as he stared into the distance.
No matter when or where in the Cultivation World, there was never a shortage of people like Jing Xu—eccentric, self-centered, coercing Bai Xiaotian’s wife, harming the Jin Brothers—all for his own amusement.
Jing Xu belonged to the category of those who believed that “achieving Golden Core meant doing whatever one desired.”
“Hmph…”
Ning Daoran snorted softly, putting aside this man’s affairs for now, feeling slightly upset as it influenced his mental state slightly.
The next day, Ning Daoran instructed Jin Shan not to leave the cabin, to heal well, and Little Bai would bring him food. He then set up several prohibitions, isolating Jin Shan’s room to prevent exposing too many of his own secrets.
Jin Shan had no objections. Which Golden Core Expert in the Eastern Wilderness Cultivation World didn’t have a temper? Ning Daoran had saved his life, which was already quite accommodating. Other Golden Core experts might not have been willing to bother with him.
One must learn to be content, a fact well-known to Jin Shan.
…
Several days later, The White Deer sailed into a certain part of the deep sea, and a small black dot appeared on the ocean surface ahead. Upon getting closer, they discovered it was a Nameless Desolate Island that, bizarrely, was unmarked on the detailed map of the Tianluo Sea that Ning Daoran had purchased.
“Old Lu, there’s an island ahead!”
Ning Daoran pointed forward.
Big Stupid Deer immediately stood up, his large eyes wide with excitement at the sight of land.
Ning Daoran released his Golden Core Divine Sense, meticulously scanning the Nameless Desolate Island.
From his past life experiences of innumerable novels and movies, such unmarked islands were always “ominous places.”
It could be that the island didn’t exist at all and was haunted, resulting in no survivors who landed there.
Or perhaps the island wasn’t an island but the back of a colossal sea beast, where landing would bring calamity.
Or it might be an uninhabited island connected underground, actually a place unknown to the world, inhabited by gigantic gorillas capable of exploding airplanes with a single punch.
Any of these scenarios were not good, and according to Ning Daoran’s Cultivation Guide, he should try to avoid them.
However…
After a scan with his Golden Core Divine Sense, he found that this island was just a desolate island. Ning Daoran had thought too much.
Moreover, the spiritual energy around the island was quite rich, drawing large schools of Golden Dragon Spirit Carps nearby. Besides, there were excellent fishing spots on the island with deep water and favorable ocean currents.
Suddenly, Ning Daoran made up his mind. He decided to use this uninhabited island as a temporary base and moor The White Deer nearby, staying on the island with Big Stupid Deer, Little Bai, and others for a while.
As for Jin Shan, he would remain on the boat and continue his closed-door cultivation.
…
Before long, a small wooden hut slowly rose up in the center of the Nameless Desolate Island…
Big Stupid Deer, skilled in carpentry, wielded saws and axes without fear, which made Ning Daoran somewhat sentimental; Old Lu’s skill set was truly impressive, and it was a bit wasteful not to pursue a degree in civil engineering.
Ning Daoran bustled around, relocating Cold Chi Grass plants, at least five thousand years old, to the spots he had chosen for fishing. Soon, the fragrant aroma of Cold Chi Grass spread with the sea waves, attracting an even larger number of fish to the area.
The next day, Ning Daoran resumed fishing.
One Golden Dragon Spirit Carp after another was caught, each weighing at least twenty pounds, all meeting the standards for refining True Blood Pills.
Several days later, with a rich haul, Ning Daoran’s eyes sparkled; he was almost driven to madness by the success of this sea outing, which was bound to surpass the previous one by producing a large amount of True Blood Pills!
Moreover, as he continuously refined the True Blood Pills, Ning Daoran’s Alchemy Dao also improved imperceptibly. He reached a level that even he couldn’t clearly define.
Though his talent in Alchemy Dao was mediocre, “familiarity breeds skill,” a sensation difficult to describe in words.
Thus, these days of frenzied fishing continued for nearly half a month.
One evening, the sky filled with red clouds.
A young man in a black long coat appeared on the Nameless Desolate Island. He had short hair, and scales faintly shimmered on his face. From a distance, he watched Ning Daoran, who was fishing.
“Fellow Daoist, you have been fishing here and have caught many Golden Dragon Spirit Carps. As cultivators, we should know the importance of not exhausting the fish population. I hope you, fellow Daoist, can be content and happy, leave quickly to avoid mishap.”
This individual exuded the aura of a Demon Beast.
Ning Daoran turned around to meet the man’s gaze. In an instant, the young man leaped into the water and disappeared without a trace. His voice echoed from the depths of the sea:
“If fellow Daoist persists, then bear the consequences.”
…
That night, colossal waves struck the Nameless Desolate Island, with great surges rising fifty feet high!
“Rise!”
Ning Daoran pointed and a sequence of Second-tier and Third-tier Defensive Arrays soared into the air, enshrouding the entire island and The White Deer, securely protected!
In terms of the number of Arrays, he could be a top contender in Immortal White Dragon City!
