Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 412 - 410: Wanhua Sword Formation

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner waved for a long while, but the few Class A Paperfolk still stood firm without a motion, as Ning Daoran had only implanted a bit of Divine Soul which could not be extracted.

“How is this possible, could it be they have no Divine Soul?”

The elder was filled with doubt, soon surrounded by a group of Class A Paperfolk, various spells were cast from all directions, bombarding him!

“Ancestor!”

On a Spirit Boat, countless young cultivators shouted loudly, unable to enter the circle of the Fight Technique, as the terrifying mana pressure of Golden Core late stage dominated and suppressed incessantly, making it impossible for those below Golden Core stage to approach.

Consequently, they watched helplessly as their Ancestor was torn into pieces by a group of Class A Paperfolk, even the head was twisted off, and just before dying, Ancestor determinedly sent a spell into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

“Boom!”

Amid a thunderous noise, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner turned into a sweep of blood-colored dust. One of the Class A Paperfolk staggered, it’s body riddled with holes as it was slain, lightly drifting down into the seawater as a piece of paper riddled with holes.

“What!?”

A Sangyu Country early-stage Golden Core Family Head was shocked, “It’s just a Paperfolk?”

“Not good!”

Another mid-stage Golden Core Sect Master bellowed angrily, “It’s said that Jianjia Old Demon of Xia Country possesses a technique to craft Paperfolk, these Paperfolk not only deceive by appearing real but also possess immense combat power. These suddenly appeared Golden Cores must have been crafted by Jianjia Old Demon, this heartless and ruthless devil is truly hateful!”

“Hateful!!!”

A group of young Sangyu Country cultivators loudly echoed, but to no avail, as the Paperfolk continued their brutal rampage.

“Let’s retreat a bit and request the Nascent Soul Ancestor to make a move!”

Immediately, the army of Sangyu Country cultivators besieging Liuhua Island made a slight retreat, soon followed by several auras of Nascent Soul sweeping over, one Nascent Soul mid-stage and two early-stage, their forms flashing in the clouds. In the blink of an eye, several blood-colored palm prints together with a few magical treasures swept across, directly slaughtering many Class A Paperfolk!

Although these Class A Paperfolk possessed extreme combat power, when facing Nascent Soul-stage cultivators, they would typically be slain within three to five moves, lacking in profound foundation and not equipped with Magical Treasures or Spiritual Artifacts.

“Disperse!”

Ning Daoran, sitting atop a mountain, lightly pointed with his hand, causing a group of Paperfolk to scatter in all directions.

Even if these Paperfolk were to die, they must die with value. There was no value in dying in a hard fight with Nascent Soul old monsters. Thus, keeping the Nascent Soul old monsters running around, wearing them out while taking the opportunity to kill more cultivators of Sangyu Country from Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages, was the true strategy on the battlefield.

Thus, the situation in the battle of Liuhua Island became even more chaotic with the involvement of a large number of Paperfolk. However, undoubtedly, the situation was turning towards favoring Xia Country. Sangyu Country’s deployment of a large number of elite cultivators were being slaughtered by the Paperfolk, continuously falling behind in terms of the number and quality of their cultivator army.

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Half a month later.

After a prolonged fierce battle, both sides contended for every inch of land near Liuhua Island, continuously engaging in a tug of war. The docks and the Spirit fields on the east side changed hands repeatedly, and both sides continued to push forward using Arrays, unable to distinguish a victor for the time being.

Late at night, Main Peak Cave Mansion.

Ning Daoran, dressed in a long robe, was brewing tea and entertaining several Nascent Soul cultivators.

Lin Tiannan, True Monarch Qi Xing, and Monarch Ling Fu, all three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators had fought hard for days on end, their mana severely depleted, all in dire need of rest.

True Monarch Liu Yun was also not in a good state, having nearly lost his life during several formations setups when besieged by several Nascent Soul-stage opponents of the other side.

“Island Master.”

Outside, a cultivator from Xia Country swept in, reporting, “Nian Wuya of Wanhua Sword Sect requests an audience.”

“Oh?”

Ning Daoran, having some impression of Nian Wuya, said, “Let him in.”

“Yes!”

Instantly, a handsome figure stepped into the Cave Mansion, it was none other than Nian Wuya, the True Disciple of Wanhua Sword Sect. His aura of a late-stage Golden Core was evident. After acquiring the Ten-thousand-year-old Golden Silk Bamboo previously, his foundation had apparently deepened, just one step away from achieving Nascent Soul.

“Meeting the seniors!”

Nian Wuya bowed to each in turn, and then with a smile, cupping one hand in the other before his chest, said to Ning Daoran, “Fellow Daoist Ning, long time no see!”

Now, the fact that Jianjia Independent Practitioner was Ning Daoran was no longer a secret, and naturally, Nian Wuya had also heard the rumors.

Ning Daoran chuckled and bowed with his fists, “Fellow Daoist Nian, it has indeed been a long time.”

“This time, under the orders of my sect, I’ve led numerous junior brothers and sisters, totaling over four hundred people. Within my Wanhua Sword Sect, there is a secret technique, where every seventy-two people can form a Wanhua Sword Formation. Thus, we can form five of these formations, which can be placed at any battle position. We ask the seniors to arrange them as they see fit. We, the disciples of Wanhua Sword Sect, are willing to battle to the death for Xia Country’s Cultivation World without any regrets!”

“Good!”

Lin Tiannan looked on with admiration and said, “Young Friend Nian, you may step down and rest for now. After we discuss this matter, we shall join the battle tomorrow.”

“Yes!”

Nian Wuya turned and left.

Ning Daoran signaled with a glance for Huang Yiyi to arrange Cave Mansions for resting for Nian Wuya and the disciples of the Wanhua Sword Sect.

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Before the sand table, True Monarch Qi Xing slowly said, “The Wanhua Sword Formations of the Wanhua Sword Sect are said to be unparalleled. Each formation is reportedly led by seven Golden Core Sword Cultivators at the Array Eye, with at least Late-stage Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivators filling the remaining positions. Once the formation operates as one, it can even face off against Nascent Soul cultivators directly.”

He lifted his eyebrows slightly: “If that’s the case, our chances of victory in tomorrow’s battle just got better.”

Lin Tiannan stood up and issued a flow of Mana light with his hand, marking five locations on Liuhua Island, “How about arranging the five Wanhua Sword Formations at these positions?”

“Agreed.”

Both Monarch Ling Fu and True Monarch Liu Yun nodded simultaneously.

Only Ning Daoran frowned and said, “Senior Lin, I suggest we shift their positions back by half a league…”

The positions Lin Tiannan allocated were too forward, essentially placing the five Wanhua Sword Formations at the forefront of the battlefield as a bulwark for Xia Country’s Cultivation World, attracting attacks from the Nascent Soul Opposition. This would likely result in considerable losses for Nian Wuya and the others.

It seemed morally problematic to use the Wanhua Sword Sect, who had come from far to assist, as mere cannon fodder.

“Alright.”

Lin Tiannan smiled faintly: “Then let’s follow Young Friend Ning’s suggestion and move their positions back by half a league. However, we cannot delay any longer; tomorrow’s battle must proceed, as Sangyu Country’s cultivator army is already stretched to its limits. If we mount an offense, we can force them back. After tomorrow’s battle, the border should remain peaceful for fifty years.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

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The next morning at dawn.

At the appearance of the light of dawn, muffled sounds of cannon fire began sounding outside, and over a hundred Spirit Light Cannons positioned on the cliffs of Liuhua Island opened fire again, albeit at a much lower frequency than half a month ago. The cannon fires came every few dozens of breaths as the consumption of Spirit Stones had become alarmingly high, pushing the limits of what Kunpeng Immortal City’s resources could sustain.

“Kill the enemy!”

High above the clouds, four figures of Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators stood proudly.

Lin Tiannan drew his sword, pointing towards the east, as the army of Xia Country cultivators launched another attack.

Above the Eastern Sea, many Spirit Boats of Sangyu Country arranged themselves in a chain-linked formation, with numerous cultivators rising into the air, launching a fierce attack on Liuhua Island as well.

For a time, both sides were locked together in combat, with no discernible differences from before.

“Boom, boom, boom~~~”

Suddenly, threads of sword light soared into the sky!

At the five frontline positions on Liuhua Island, rich sword intent surged upward, swiftly forming five powerful sword arrays that seemed like massive pillars securing the battlefield, making it difficult for Sangyu Country’s cultivator army to advance even an inch.

“Wanhua Sword Formation?!”

From afar, Purple Flame Demon Lord narrowed his eyes: “Hmph, these sword cultivators of the Wanhua Sword Sect meddle too much; even coming from the western borders of Xia Country to stir into these muddy waters. Let them suffer a bit! Fellow Daoists, attack!”

Instantly, as the Eastern Cloud Head pressed down, several great Nascent Souls of Sangyu Country made their move. Torrents of sword lights, Magical Treasures, and Immortal Law lights descended from the sky, bombarding the five Wanhua Sword Sect formations relentlessly, constantly shaking the array made of flesh, sword intent.

For a moment, numerous cultivators forming the sword formation gritted their teeth to endure, with some weaker Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivators turning pale, and some others already bleeding from their mouths.

A Wanhua Sword Formation of 72 people, said to be able to withstand Nascent Soul cultivators, was just something people spoke of. But when the sword formation is directly attacked by a Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator like Purple Flame Demon Lord, the damage suffered by each individual sword cultivator within the formation is unimaginable!

“Junior brothers, junior sisters, hold on!”

Nian Wuya, standing at the forefront of a sword formation, took the brunt of the impact but seemed unbothered, suddenly raising his hand and sending a massive wave of sword light straight towards the distant clouds!

“Bold!”

A Sangyu Country Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator slammed down a palm, shattering the sword light while his own body trembled slightly.

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“Charge!”

Lin Tiannan flicked his sleeve, as he, together with True Monarch Qi Xing and Monarch Ling Fu, made their move simultaneously. All at once, the people from Xia Country advanced, and the five Wanhua Sword Formations on the ground also pushed forward, attacking directly the opposing fleet formation!