Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 664 - 662: The Death of Chen Ningfeng

Lingnan, the moonlight washes everything clean.

Ning Daoran and Chen Ningfeng flew side by side, their tunneling light gliding through the sky. Both released their Nascent Soul Divine Sense to probe all surrounding auras.

"Hmm?"

Ning Daoran suddenly furrowed his brows. Just moments ago, he detected a powerful Demon Beast aura, but it wasn’t Nascent Soul Early Stage—it was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Demon Beast. However, that aura flickered briefly before weakening to an extremely faint level.

With Ning Daoran’s Divine Soul Strength, he could only pinpoint the general location but was unable to determine the creature’s true cultivation from such a thin aura.

This Demon Beast’s Concealing Breath Technique isn’t bad.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, could it be that Demon Beast?"

"I’m not sure."

Ning Daoran shifted direction toward the faint aura, saying, "But if we catch up and interrogate it, the truth will naturally come to light!"

"Alright!"

With a gust of fierce wind, the two sped toward the right-front direction.

...

Xuzi Valley.

A remote mountain forest in Lingnan, the sparse human activity was broken only by the occasional roars of wild beasts echoing through the midnight air.

"Found it!"

Chen Ningfeng’s gaze turned icy as he spotted a dark figure darting swiftly through the forest. The silhouette was astonishingly nimble, and from a distance, it looked like a lushly furred Green Wolf exuding Nascent Soul Early Stage Demon Beast aura.

"It really is that creature!"

Chen Ningfeng’s face twisted with fury: "Fellow Elder Ning, this vile beast matches the depiction in the bounty perfectly!"

"Indeed."

Ning Daoran lightly flicked his sleeve, releasing a series of Class A Paperfolk that flew in all directions. Although these constructs only had Golden Core Late Stage Cultivation, if there was truly a trap here, they could at least buy some time.

"What is this?"

Chen Ningfeng frowned in puzzlement, unclear about Ning Daoran’s intentions.

In the next moment, Ning Daoran summoned an artifact—a Spiritual Treasure-level crossbow.

Extermination of Immortals Divine Crossbow!

Pouring a strand of mana into the Divine Crossbow, he immediately locked onto the Green Wolf’s aura. With a sharp "swish," a blood-colored arrowhead shot forth, tearing through the air directly toward the Green Wolf’s back!

"Roar~~~"

The Green Wolf let out an enraged howl, its body transforming continuously into the figure of an old cultivator. With a loud command, he bellowed, "Why aren’t you moving yet?"

A flash of lightning descended from the heavens!

"Boom!"

A figure dressed in black descended from the sky, sweeping his palm to unleash a streak of lightning that shattered the Divine Crossbow’s arrow into pieces!

This person radiated Nascent Soul Late Stage power and had cultivated Thunder Skills, his entire body shrouded in crackling arcs of lightning.

A slightly comical mask of mottled black-and-white concealed his face, rendering Ning Daoran’s Grey Eyes Technique and Nascent Soul Divine Sense ineffective in detecting his appearance or even examining his aura, which had been distorted and falsified beyond recognition.

"Fellow Daoist Qing, I trouble you to act."

He smiled faintly, his raspy laughter carrying a hint of mirth.

"Humph!"

The elder transformed from the Green Wolf smirked slightly, saying, "If this succeeds, don’t forget my share of the reward."

"Rest assured, I’ll remember."

The black-clad elder flicked his sleeve, and a rift in the void erupted beside him. Emerging from the rift was a fiery-red giant wolf—its aura even more formidable than the Green Wolf’s, exuding Nascent Soul Late Stage power!

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the faint Nascent Soul Middle Stage aura he had glimpsed earlier belonged to this fiery-red Fire Wolf Demon.

Clearly, the black-clad man bore extraordinary origins, possessing a Nascent Soul Late Stage Demon Beast by his side!

"Fellow Daoists, why aren’t you acting yet?"

At the black-clad man’s command, three Nascent Soul Middle Stage auras suddenly emerged, crushing closer toward them from multiple directions.

Ning Daoran sighed deeply. As expected, it was a trap. And to kill him, the opponents didn’t hesitate to mobilize a Nascent Soul Late Stage expert, three Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators, plus a Nascent Soul Late Stage Demon Beast. Such a lineup was almost absurdly tailored for him—merely a Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Given the circumstances, fighting head-on wouldn’t guarantee any advantage. Retreating was undoubtedly the wisest choice.

"Fellow Daoist Chen!"

Ning Daoran used voice transmission: "This mission is a trap. There’s no point in getting entangled with them. We must retreat!"

"But..."

Chen Ningfeng’s forehead dripped with sweat. His mind was awash with shock.

If this mission was indeed a trap, it meant that the Divine Fire Sect had a traitor in its ranks—a high-ranking one, capable of manipulating the release of such top-level bounty orders.

"Retreat now!"

Chen Ningfeng bellowed. The two of them simultaneously turned their tunneling light northward in an attempt to flee.

"You think you can leave!?"

The Nascent Soul Late Stage elder roared, and instantly an array sprang to life. From three directions rose three array flags, emanating Fourth-tier Lower Grade energy. It was none other than the Four Spirits Reversing Wind Array!

Among the three Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators, one was an Array Master!

"Kill!"

The Nascent Soul Late Stage elder commanded crisply. The Fire Wolf Demon immediately sprang into action, unleashing a Demon Beast Dharma Image from its back. A fiery-red claw tore through the void, striking directly toward Ning Daoran’s face.

Evidently, Ning Daoran was the real "big catch" of this trap; as for Chen Ningfeng, he wasn’t even worth their attention.

Amid the oppressive storm of violence, Ning Daoran soared upward, summoning his Fire God Sword to unleash a swing. Intense brilliance illuminated the heavens, though it merely caused mild irritation to the Nascent Soul Late Stage Demon Beast.

"Act now!"

The black-clad elder bellowed, raising his hand to summon threads of lightning that cascaded down from the sky!

"What is this? The Ten Thousand Thunder Technique?!"

Chen Ningfeng’s eyes widened in disbelief: "You are..."

"A dying man shouldn’t ask unnecessary questions!"

In the next second, countless bolts of lightning descended from above.

"Unleash!"

Ning Daoran flicked his sleeve, spreading out the Cold Dragon Stone Plate, which immediately blocked the relentless lightning storm.

Meanwhile, the three Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators had arrived at each of the cardinal directions, summoning their Spiritual Treasures for an all-out assault!

"Tsk tsk, the thought of the renowned Ninth-Seventh-floor genius of the Divine Fire Tower, Fellow Elder Ning, dying in this godforsaken Xuzi Valley truly fills my heart with joy!"

One Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator clad in a blood-colored robe barked with malicious delight: "Fellow Elder Ning, blame your own arrogance for this. Without backing, you, a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage, dared flaunt your talents so brazenly. Are you telling me someone else would die before you?"

Ning Daoran’s gaze turned icy as he unleashed his Fire Cloud Shield to block the assailing blows from the black-clad elder and the Nascent Soul Late Stage Fire Wolf. At the same time, streaks of Golden Silk Sword light erupted from his body, darting toward the Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator who had insulted him.

Merely a paper-tiger Nascent Soul Middle Stage dares act so boldly? His death is inevitable!

"Swish!"

Just as the gap between them narrowed, an intangible surge shot out of Ning Daoran’s brow!

Soul Suppressing Technique!

"You..."

The Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator froze mid-air, becoming as still as stone.

"Now’s the moment!"

Ning Daoran thrust his finger forward, unleashing dozens of Golden Silk Swords enveloped in Geng Metal Essence. Taking advantage of the opponent’s inability to summon a Protective Spirit Treasure, he delivered a killing blow!

"Boom boom boom~~~"

The Geng Metal Essence bore through, shattering the Protective Spirit Light shielding the opponent before piercing their body, leaving their chest a mangled wreck!

"Die!"

Dragon Demon Martial Infant energy surged as Ning Daoran’s body dropped downward, channeling all his power into a single earth-shattering punch aimed squarely at the broken chest.

"Boom—"

A blossom of blood exploded outward, leaving nothing but void where the Nascent Soul Middle Stage’s heart had been, his chest rendered a hollow chasm by Ning Daoran’s devastating strike.

"Ah..."

The cultivator let out a final wailing cry and attempted to summon mana to protect himself, but it was far too late. Ning Daoran flicked his fingers, his Fire God Sword, enveloped in Dual Yin Sword Intent, streaked like flame across the sky. In the blink of an eye, the opponent’s head was severed and tumbled down from their shoulders.

"Be gone!"

A split-second later, Ning Daoran activated a Fourth Order Forbidden Breaking Talisman, sealing the surrounding Domain Field and delivering yet another destructive punch that reduced the fleeing Nascent Soul to mist and blood spray!

"Benefactor Zhuang!"

The remaining two Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivators shrieked in horror.

Simultaneously, a claw struck Ning Daoran’s back, sending him spiraling across the battlefield!

To kill that Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, Ning Daoran had left his defenses open. The cost—a heavy blow delivered by the Nascent Soul Late Stage Fire Wolf Demon!

"Fellow Elder Ning!"

Chen Ningfeng, barely able to withstand one Nascent Soul Middle Stage opponent, was already overwhelmed. Seeing Ning Daoran injured filled him with rage and helplessness. He was awash with guilt and pain.

"This matter was brought upon us by Chen Ningfeng—I alone shall bear all its consequences!"

He spit out a mouthful of Essence Blood, his entire being surrounded by a mist of blood!

"Chen Ningfeng, have you lost your mind?!"

The black-clad elder growled hoarsely: "For the sake of an outsider, you’re ready to throw away your own life?!"

"You damned bastards!"

Chen Ningfeng raised his finger toward the black-clad elder, his face contorted in scornful laughter: "Cunning schemers, despicable scoundrels—you want Chen Ningfeng to bear the shame of betraying a friend? I refuse to let you walk away unscathed!"

With those words, he weaved a mantra with both hands. Threads of blood qi materialized into flaming vines that shot out, tangling around the black-clad elder and the Nascent Soul Late Stage Fire Wolf.

"Chen Ningfeng, you lunatic!"

The black-clad elder, struggling to free himself, roared furiously: "You’re discarding your cultivation by summoning Heart Fire... Do you truly defy destiny to such an extent?!"

"Fellow Elder Ning, get out of here!"

Chen Ningfeng stood trembling, his aura plummeting rapidly. Tearfully, he laughed, "It was my stupidity that dragged you into this predicament. Go... And if you get the chance, avenge me!"

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist!"

With a swift flick of his long sleeve, Ning Daoran summoned a horde of Class A Paperfolk that surged forward to assault the enemies.

Ning Daoran himself transformed into a streak of lightning, vanishing into the winds. Within moments, he appeared at the edge of the Four Spirits Reversing Wind Array, pulling out five Fourth-rank Mid-grade Forbidden Breaking Talismans from his sleeve!

"Boom~~~"

Blue electrical light erupted into the skies!

The grand Four Spirits Reversing Wind Array was effortlessly torn open by the Forbidden Breaking Talismans, creating a small crack. Ning Daoran compressed his form and dashed through, instant teleporting across the terrain and fleeing hundreds of miles away within a blink!

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"You imbecile, you absolute clod!"

The black-clad elder’s emotions spiraled out of control as he unleashed a roar of rage, glaring daggers at Chen Ningfeng: "You treacherous dog—I will flay you alive, I will ensure your eternal suffering!"

With that, he spread his five fingers and clutched Chen Ningfeng’s neck. In the next moment, countless lightning bolts surged forth, scorching Chen Ningfeng’s flesh into charcoal. And yet, behind the charred body, Chen Ningfeng’s Nascent Soul erupted with mocking laughter before dissolving into the winds.

When he had summoned his Heart Fire to restrict the enemy, the loss of his Nascent Soul had already been preordained!

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