Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 406 - 404: Life Plate Shattered

Looking down, the dragon’s head raised high, appearing fierce, surrounded by a wisp of the overwhelming aura of Golden Core Power.

This Puppet was comparable to the combat power of a Gold Core Late Stage fighter and was considered an invaluable treasure in ordinary Cultivation Families.

Ning Daoran waved his hand and pushed the Fire Dragon Puppet toward Sui Zhuyue, saying, “This Puppet is gifted to you. You must remember; it can only be used for self-protection and must not be misused for killing, lest it brings you fatal trouble.”

Sui Zhuyue knelt slowly, tears dropping onto the grass below her, whispering, “Zhuyue remembers…”

“Go on.”

Ning Daoran smiled and said, “You have your own Path to follow, as do I. Our meeting has been fate; there is no need to force more.”

“Thank you, Master…”

Sui Zhuyue took the Fire Dragon Puppet and descended the mountain, looking back every ten steps, her eyes red with emotion.

“Uncle…”

Sui Rufen bit his lip, his eyes filled with apology.

“Let’s go…”

Sui Zhuyue summoned a Flying Boat, taking Sui Rufen with her into the sky, disappearing into the twilight of the Immortal Island in an instant.

Ning Daoran just sighed. After sixty years of companionship, there was bound to be a parting. Such is life, such is the way of the world. Even if one attains immortality through cultivation, he must face countless partings. No mortal can avoid it, not to mention if one were to achieve Mahayana, or even become a Daluo Golden Immortal, life is still not eternal.

Longevity is nothing but a mere fancy of mortals.

…

“Uncle Ning…”

Below the mountain, a figure floated over; it was Huang Yiyi.

At this moment, Huang Yiyi, who had reached the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, wore an apricot yellow long dress, looking extremely delicate and beautiful, not losing in appearance to Sui Zhuyue. She pursed her red lips and said, “Before Sister Zhuyue left, she had already transferred the land deeds, house deeds, accounts, and the keys to all the large vaults on the island to me.”

“Oh…” Ning Daoran nodded.

“Moreover…”

Huang Yiyi’s eyes reddened, “She left a Storage Bag behind. All her savings over the years are in it, taking only some Spiritual Artifacts and Magical Treasures with her.”

Ning Daoran accepted the Storage Bag, glanced inside, and saw a neat pile of Mid-grade Spirit Stones. These were a portion of the income Sui Zhuyue had taken from Flowing Flower Island over the years, yet she hadn’t taken any with her.

“Sister Zhuyue said, Uncle Ning’s shelter saved her from disaster, and she is forever indebted. She feels it’s too much to take any of the island’s treasures with her, so she left everything behind.”

“I see.”

Ning Daoran said sentimentally, “From now on, Yiyi, you will be the Chief Manager of the island. You will make decisions about all major matters. As usual, you can take one-tenth of the island’s Spirit Stone earnings for your cultivation.”

“Thank you, Uncle Ning…”

Huang Yiyi pursed her lips and bowed.

…

Time passed, and half a year went by in a blink. Sui Zhuyue returned to Lingzhu Mountain, not a single message to be heard.

“Uncle Ning!”

One day, as Ning Daoran just left his Cave Mansion, he saw Huang Yiyi rushing in with a letter, smiling, “A family letter from Sister Zhuyue!”

“Oh?”

Ning Daoran smiled slightly and took the letter, which was addressed to Master and Sister Yiyi.

Huang Yiyi stepped forward quickly to read the letter with him. As she took it out, it was full of beautiful handwriting; Sui Zhuyue, who had recorded the island’s accounts for many years, of course, had excellent penmanship.

The content was about her experiences upon returning to Lingzhu Mountain.

As Sui Zhuyue returned, the Sui Family of Lingzhu Mountain rose in power. To avenge the murder of the Sui ancestor, Sui Zhuyue challenged the Li Family ancestor, killing him and leading the Sui Family to purge the Li Family from Lingzhu Mountain, taking back the Second Order Middle Grade Spirit Vein.

Half a month later, the survivors of the Li Family, unwilling to accept the ancestor’s death, spent many Spirit Stones to hire a Golden Core Early Stage Tribulation Cultivator to assassinate Sui Zhuyue, only for the assassin to be killed instantly by her Flying Dragon Puppet.

From then on, Sui Zhuyue’s name shook the vicinity of Lingzhu Mountain. All the cultivators learned she possessed a Third-tier High-grade Puppet and sought to ally with her.

Within a few months, the Sui Family secured their position as the masters of Lingzhu Mountain, with Sui Zhuyue respected as the Ancestor.

However, Sui Zhuyue did not covet power, instead passing the Family Head position to a young Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and retreating behind the scenes to trace the past of her father, Sui Xuan, learning about his childhood from some of the elders in the family, and she found this quite enjoyable.

In the letter, Sui Zhuyue narrated her experiences and amusing anecdotes from around Lingzhu Mountain, expressing her excellent mental state.

Perhaps this is the cultivator’s life that Sui Zhuyue desires, not being confined to Flowing Flower Island, dealing daily with only ledgers and accounts. Ning Daoran’s decision to let her leave is also a form of fulfillment.

At the end of the letter, Sui Zhuyue expressed her desire to travel longer before rushing back to Flowing Flower Island, hoping that the young master and Huang Yiyi wouldn’t worry too much.

“Uncle Ning…”

Huang Yiyi bit her red lips, speaking softly, “Does Sister Zhuyue not want to come back?”

“Not exactly.”

Ning Daoran smiled, “Zhuyue has lived on Flowing Flower Island for sixty years, taking care of such a big family business. It’s about time she lives the life she desires.”

Huang Yiyi nodded, saying nothing more.

…

Ning Daoran’s mental state was clear and serene; Zhuyue’s departure did not affect him, as he continued his diligent cultivation, striving towards the late stage of Golden Core.

Thus, five years swiftly passed.

This year, Ning Daoran just turned 300!

Within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven of the Main Peak of Liu Hua Island.

“Boom~~~”

As Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes, an overwhelmingly strong spiritual pressure burst forth like a mountain-shattering surge from within, causing Little Bai, Big Stupid Deer, Little Blackie, and others to squint and struggle to breathe.

Three hundred years old, and he finally achieved a breakthrough!

At this moment, Ning Daoran officially advanced to the late stage of Golden Core!

At the moment he stepped into the late stage of Golden Core, his Alchemy Field Qi Sea instantly expanded more than twofold, with his five Golden Cores shining more brightly. At this time, Ning Daoran’s mana intensity and Divine Soul strength had increased more than double!

“Awoo awoo~~”

Big Stupid Deer looked at Ning Daoran with an impressed face.

“Old Lu.”

Ning Daoran raised an eyebrow slightly, “I have advanced to the late stage of Golden Core. Don’t keep hiding your power. I know you have sufficient foundation. Let nature take its course; no need to suppress it.”

“Yu yu~~~”

Big Stupid Deer let out a deer cry, raising its head high. In just a split second, an overwhelmingly powerful aura burst forth from its body, sweeping across the entire Spirit Garden Cave Heaven. It had successfully broken through and was now a Third-tier Late-stage Demon Beast, only a step away from being a Nascent Soul Stage Demon Beast!

“Gulp…”

The black-robed youth, Little Blackie, couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. Big Brother and Brother Lu were simply too awe-inspiring. Breaking through as easily as eating and drinking, they had casually entered the late stage of Golden Core?!

In fact, it was not easy at all. Ning Daoran had endured a full hundred years for this advancement to the late stage of Golden Core.

“Lord’s and White Deer’s breakthrough together is indeed a joyous occasion!”

Little Baili said with a shallow dimpled smile: “Master, there’s something I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to say.”

“Speak.”

“Master is three hundred years old this year, shouldn’t we throw a grand three-hundred-year celebration?”

“No need.”

With a wave of his hand, Ning Daoran replied, “We’ll just gather amongst ourselves. Later, Old Lu and I will whip up a few dishes, call over Huang Yiyi, and have a good meal together.”

“Okay.”

…

That night, the bright moon was full, suspended in the sky.

Ning Daoran, after drinking a pot of Spiritual Wine, felt very sentimental. After three hundred years of cultivation, one by one, people around him left, and in the end, he truly lived the life of a thousand-year-old tortoise.

“I wonder what is the year tonight in the heavenly palace above…”

He sighed deeply.

Beside him, Little Bai’s eyes lit up: “Master is truly poetic and picturesque; such an outstanding verse should be passed down through the ages…”

“Awoo awoo!!!”

Big Stupid Deer also raised its neck and bellowed, showing that Big Brother has always been cultured, totally different from those cultivators who only know how to fight and kill.

Little Blackie perched on the cliff, staring intently at the bright moon above, lost in thought.

He reminisced about the days when he was a happy little black fish in the creek outside the Chaotic Sect’s Outer Mountain, how blissful it was playing every day, before Big Brother led the water ditch to the fish pond, inadvertently starting his cultivation journey. Now he had become a Golden Core Middle-Stage venerable Ink Jiao Dragon!

To be honest, at this point, Little Blackie could easily become “One Saint” of the Five Saints Sect if he went back, and even wrestling the White Sheep Demon Queen with his cultivation of Gui Water Essence Qi wouldn’t be a problem!

Life is like a chess game, so profound and mystical, making Little Blackie intoxicated without even drinking.

Beside him, Ning Xiaogui, transformed into a young boy in a green shirt, leaned against Brother Black, also filled with nostalgia. He missed the big lake back home.

Ning Daoran carried the wine jug, sitting on Moonlight Cliff, drowning in endless nostalgia.

At that very moment, something buzzed inside the Storage Bag.

“Crack!”

A jade token from within the bag displayed a startling crack; it was Han Bing’s Token!

…

“Young Junior Sister!”

Ning Daoran’s body trembled, a pang of pain stabbing at his heart.