Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 407 - 405 Longevity

Everyone knew what Ning Daoran was feeling at the moment, yet no one could offer a word of comfort.

Several days later.

After a long journey, Ning Daoran’s internal mana was almost depleted. At this time, the misty Yellow Dragon Mountain Range once again appeared in front of him, and at the end of the range sat the Chaotic Sect.

“Whoosh~~~”

Ning Daoran drifted down, landing at Purple Cloud Peak of Chaotic Sect, his Late-stage Golden Core aura flashing briefly.

In front of the Sect Leader’s Cave Mansion, a grove of purple bamboo swayed, just as it had years ago.

Ning Daoran looked at everything familiar, his mental state wavering.

At that moment, the prohibition of the Cave Mansion shimmered, and a figure walked out.

“Senior Brother~~~”

She called out softly.

Under the moonlight, Ning Daoran saw her appearance, and his heart felt shattered.

Although Han Bing had taken a Solid Color Pill back then and still looked like a young girl, her hair had turned silvery white, and she looked extremely haggard, her internal mana depleted like a dried-up pond, no longer able to continue.

“Junior Sister.”

Ning Daoran quickly stepped forward and embraced Han Bing.

In the moment Han Bing was held in Ning Daoran’s arms, she closed her eyes and wept silently.

Finally, before her life faded, she waited for his return.

At this moment, Han Bing’s lifespan was completely exhausted. The severe injury she suffered at Qiushui Lake a hundred years ago greatly damaged her primordial qi and she never recovered. Despite having a potential lifespan of six to seven hundred years due to her Golden Core Stage and the effects of the Lifespan Extension Pill, Han Bing only lived to be two hundred and ninety before reaching her end!

“Senior Brother, I’ve missed you so much…”

Han Bing’s words, however, tore Ning Daoran’s heart apart.

“Senior Brother…”

Han Bing softly said, “Before I leave, will you walk with me? I want… I want to visit Qiongbi Peak where we used to be, is that okay?”

“Alright.”

Ning Daoran summoned a tunneling light, taking Han Bing toward Qiongbi Peak.

At Qiongbi Peak, Chen Yuzhu stood in front of the door of the small courtyard bowing her head in respect, not looking up.

Ning Daoran transmitted his voice, “Yuzhu, it’s okay, I’m just taking a walk with Junior Sister.”

“Yes, Young Master…”

Chen Yuzhu’s eyes reddened, and for a moment, she did not know how to comfort.

Everyone in Chaotic Sect knew that Sect Master Han Bing was about to pass away. Having led Chaotic Sect for over a hundred years, although not having made significant achievements, she had also made no mistakes and was considered a wise and virtuous Sect Master by all.

The evening breeze blew, causing the rice leaves in the Spirit fields to sway.

Held by Ning Daoran’s hand, Han Bing couldn’t help but chuckle, suddenly remembering the first time she met her Senior Brother, seeing him and Senior Brother Lu eating under a tree outside carrying a table.

At that time, she could never have imagined that this carefree young man would grow into a prominent Late-stage Golden Core Cultivator known throughout Xia Country’s Cultivation World!

Turning around, Han Bing looked at the long ridges of the fields.

Her dimples showed a shallow smile, almost seeing the scene of a shirtless young man and a grey Spiritual Deer walking along the ridges.

“Ooh ooh~~”

Beside them, Big Stupid Deer nudged Han Bing’s arm, indicating that Young Junior Sister need not worry; Senior Brother Ning and Senior Brother Lu were both here.

“Hmm!”

Han Bing nodded firmly, leading Ning Daoran to a cliff on the southern side of Qiongbi Peak, sitting down side by side, resting her pretty face against his arm.

“Senior Brother.”

She softly said, “If only time could stay at this moment forever, how wonderful that would be.”

Ning Daoran’s eyes reddened, but he did not respond to her words.

“Senior Brother~~~”

Han Bing softly said, “I am about to leave, how should the next Sect Master of Chaotic Sect be chosen? Currently, aside from me, Chaotic Sect still has four Golden Cores: Chen Yuzhu of Qiongbi Peak, Mid-stage Golden Core; Chen Xiyao from Purple Cloud Peak; Lin Ye from True Yang Peak; and Huang Gang, all Early-stage Golden Core.”

“What do you think, Junior Sister?” asked Ning Daoran.

“Chen Xiyao?”

Han Bing inquired.

“Impossible.”

Ning Daoran shook his head. “Chen Xiyao lacks experience and is too young; I’m afraid she wouldn’t be able to stabilize the various peaks of Chaotic Sect.”

“Then it can only be Chen Yuzhu.”

Han Bing said, “Chen Yuzhu has followed Senior Brother for many years, always diligent. She cultivates the Evergreen Technique and has an advantage in longevity. If she were to become the Sect Master, I would feel more at ease. However, Chen Yuzhu has always been reluctant to get involved in Sect affairs, firmly believing that as a descendant of Chen Weimo and a Spirit farmer by origin, she does not deserve to lead the Sect.”

“It’s okay, I will talk to her later.”

“Uh-huh, if Senior Brother speaks, there surely won’t be a problem.”

Han Bing smiled slightly but couldn’t help a fleeting shudder of her Divine Soul; her lifespan was exhausted, and she was on the verge of passing away.

“Senior Brother, I am about to leave…”

She leaned her face against Ning Daoran’s shoulder and softly uttered.

Ning Daoran did not turn his head to look at her. Under the moonlight, unusually, tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Hum~~~”

In the sky, celestial phenomena trembled.

Even the celestial phenomena above the Sect seemed to sense that the Sect Master was about to parse away, preparing to see her off on her final journey.

Instantly, beams of Tunneling light converged from all directions.

Chen Yuzhu, Lin Ye, Chen Xiyao, and Huang Gang—four Golden Core Cultivators appeared in the distance behind them.

“Do not come closer.”

Chen Yuzhu slowly kneeled down, telepathically ordering the other cultivators not to approach the summit.

Immediately, everyone knelt behind Chen Yuzhu, a dense crowd forming.

…

“Senior Brother, I have one last wish.”

After a long while, Han Bing spoke softly.

“Junior Sister, go ahead.”

“Senior Brother, could you erect a monument for me?”

Han Bing smiled faintly, “It’s a bit funny to say, but actually, I have already prepared the epitaph. I just wanted Senior Brother to carve the final few words. This is my last wish; please definitely agree.”

As she spoke, she channeled a thread of Mana, taking out a not-too-tall stone stele from her Storage Bag with elegant inscriptions on it. It did not bear the title of Sect Master of the Chaotic Sect, nor mention her as a Golden Core cultivator, only simply “Tomb of Beloved Wife Han Bing.”

“Senior Brother…”

H…

Han Bing looked towards the distant mountains and rivers, “Over these years, I’ve always thought, if I had truly married Senior Brother back then, how joyful these hundreds of years would have been…”

Ning Daoran almost choked up.

He took the stone stele from Han Bing’s hands, raised a finger condensing Sword intent, and swiftly carved the words “Erected by Ning Daoran.”

“Senior Brother, farewell…”

With her last wish fulfilled, Han Bing closed her eyes in death. Her Golden Core rapidly exhausted, and her body transformed into particles of starlight ascending upwards.

“Junior Sister…”

Ning Daoran, holding her, tried to touch her face one last time, but only caught a glimpse of phosphorescence. In an instant, Han Bing’s body disappeared from his embrace, turning into an ethereal part of the universe.

Under the moonlight, Ning Daoran knelt on the ground, maintaining the posture of holding Han Bing, silently crying, his shoulders trembling, tears drop by drop falling to the ground.

Eternal life, truly isn’t joyful at all.

…

“Chen Yuzhu, bid farewell to the Sect Master!”

“Lin Ye, bid farewell to the Sect Master!”

“Chen Xiyao, bid farewell to the Sect Master!”

“Huang Gang, bid farewell to the Sect Master!”

Down the mountain, a group of Chaotic Sect cultivators grieved deeply.

Ning Daoran did not speak, merely kneeling dumbly there, remaining knelt until dawn. When the morning light rose, he slowly turned around and said, “Young Junior Sister has departed; the Chaotic Sect cannot be without a leader for a day.”

Speaking thus, his gaze fell on Chen Yuzhu, the highest cultivated person in the crowd, “Yuzhu, it will be tough on you. From today, you will serve as Sect Master of the Chaotic Sect, and from now on, everyone must obey Chen Yuzhu’s commands!”

“Yes, Ancestor Ning!”

Everyone bowed in unison: “We pay our respects to the Sect Master!”

Chen Yuzhu felt extremely conflicted, but she would never defy Ning Daoran’s words, and slowly stood, helping Ning Daoran up from the cliff, said, “About the Sect Master’s funeral…”

“I will handle it personally.”

“Yes…”

…

Several days later.

Han Bing’s funeral was held on Purple Cloud Peak of the Chaotic Sect Master Peak, presided over personally by Ning Daoran.

Representatives from various major sects of Qingzhou came to offer their condolences. Sect Leaders from Star Moon Pavilion, Steel Gate Sect, and other sects attended personally, all to catch a glimpse of the legendary Ning Ancestor of the Chaotic Sect.

Moreover, when people discovered that Ning Daoran possessed the Late Stage Golden Core cultivation, they were all profoundly shocked.

In those days, known as Independent Practitioner Jianjia, he, at mid-stage Golden Core, had managed to ward off Soul-devouring Demon at the late-stage Golden Core and even slain many late-stage Golden Core cultivators from Sangyu Country in the Mirror Flower Water Moon Secret Realm of the Eastern Sea. Now having advanced to the late-stage Golden Core, how terrifying must his combat power be?

Thus, in everyone’s eyes, Ning Daoran’s position within the Chaotic Sect could now be considered on par with Chaos Ancestor, the founder of the Sect. Befriending Ning Daoran would ensure their complete safety within Qingzhou’s borders!

Of course, Ning Daoran didn’t care about any of this. He stayed to host Han Bing’s funeral, partly due to his attachment to his Young Junior Sister and partly to send a message to all sects of Qingzhou: as long as he, Ning Daoran, was alive, no one should dare disturb the Chaotic Sect in the slightest, or they would have to be responsible for the consequences.

The death of the previous Sect Master and the instability of the new Sect Master could shake any sect.

Thus, Ning Daoran intended to stay and oversee for some time. As long as he was there, nothing could disturb the Chaotic Sect!

…

Late at night.

In front of the mourning hall, a group of people who had just arrived from the Han family at Qiushui Lake entered. Everyone in mourning attire referred to Han Bing as Ancestor, but unfortunately, Ning Daoran had been away too many years, and not a single person recognized him.