Cultivation Starting from Full Talent

Chapter 331: Chapter 329: Rebuilding Dragon Martial Mountain Chapter 331: Chapter 329: Rebuilding Dragon Martial Mountain Yangji City, a parting of twenty years.

The autumn breeze swept through, rolling ginkgo leaves across the neat streets of the city.

Ning Daoran, just as he had entered the city years ago, was clad in a green robe, his entire being emanated an air of eternal verdancy.

“Cultivator from out of town, seeking to see Shopkeeper Liu Yuting.”

“Oh?”

From the weapons shop, a young man brimming with vigor stepped out, respectfully saying, “My father has passed away, may I ask if this Immortal Master’s surname is Ning?”

“Indeed it is!”

“So it is Immortal Master Ning who has returned!”

The young shopkeeper bowed and said, “I am Liu Yuanshan, now the shopkeeper of this weapons shop. My father spoke of Senior Ning countless times before his passing. Presumably, Senior has come to find Zhuo Wuxian?”

“Martial Immortal?”

Ning Daoran felt a chill, could it be that the Zhuo siblings have already advanced to the Baodan Realm?

He didn’t think too much about it and said, “Hmm, please lead the way, young shopkeeper.”

“Of course, Senior, this way please!”

Following the young shopkeeper, they arrived at the backyard, still the same courtyard as before. Ning Daoran, from a distance, could feel three vigorous presences of Blood Qi, the strongest of which was even at the early stages of the Baodan Realm, while the other two were at the late-stage of the Condensed Liquid Realm, only a step away from the Martial Artist’s Baodan milestone.

As expected, the most accomplished among the Zhuo siblings turned out to be Zhuo Ting, who had overtaken her older brothers in a short span of twenty years, ascending to the Baodan Realm a step faster.

“Uncle Master!”

Out of the main hall in the courtyard, a figure darted out—it was Zhuo Ting.

Her attire was now entirely different from before, a short grey-white tunic outlined her mature figure, her whole body radiated potent True Qi, while her pretty face, delicate as carved jade, sharply contrasted with the overpowering aura of a Martial Artist.

The current Zhuo Ting was a perfect blend of beauty and battle prowess.

“Uncle Master!”

From the rooms on both sides, the eldest brother, Zhuo Yang, and the second brother, Zhuo Yu, also rushed out, both bearing the appearance of middle-aged men, full of vitality, with surges of Blood Qi Power flowing through their bodies.

With the cultivation levels of the three siblings, they were top-tier in the entire Yangji City, especially Zhuo Ting, who could even compete with the resident Martial Immortal of the city. Yet, they still chose to stay in the narrow confines of the weapons shop’s backyard, clearly waiting for Ning Daoran’s return; otherwise, they would have surely moved on long ago, diving into the vast and exciting world like fish into the sea.

“Hmm.”

Ning Daoran smiled and nodded: “It seems all three of you have made considerable progress in your cultivation, especially Zhuo Ting, not bad, quite impressive, to have successfully reached Baodan!”

Zhuo Ting’s face flushed: “All thanks to Uncle Master’s excellent guidance, otherwise I wouldn’t have achieved what I have today.”

“Get your things ready.”

Ning Daoran said, “We will depart immediately, and you must never forget, I taught you three the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture entrusted by someone else. Your lives have undergone earth-shattering changes, and now it’s time to fulfill your own responsibilities.”

“Dragon… Dragon Demon Heart Scripture?”

Zhuo Ting was shocked: “The method Uncle Master trained us in… is it the famous Dragon Demon Heart Scripture in the Jianghu?”

“That’s right.”

Ning Daoran said sternly, “Over twenty years ago, Dragon Martial Mountain was devastated and wiped out because of an Evil Spirit. The Dragon Demon Heart Scripture was indeed passed down by Nie Shentong, the Supreme Elder of Dragon Martial Mountain. I am but your Uncle Master; your true master is Nie Shentong. Now is the time to return to Dragon Martial Mountain and rebuild this sect with thousands of years of heritage.”

“Yes!”

Zhuo Ting bowed with a fist.

On the faces of Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu, excitement emerged as well. If they were to rebuild Dragon Martial Mountain, they would be the key figures in its revival, and their names would be enshrined in the Ancestor Hall.

“Swish!”

Ning Daoran slapped his Storage Bag, drawing out a massive Flying Boat. Zhuo Ting and her brothers had little to take with them. After picking up some valuables, they quickly said goodbye to the young shopkeeper. The Flying Boat soon soared into the clouds and out of sight, leaving behind a young shopkeeper staring at the sky, his face full of admiration.

…

Xuzhou, Ji City.

Twenty-four years ago, the catastrophe brought by Demon Tai Sui turned Ji City into a city of death, and Dragon Martial Mountain, which Ji City relied on, was reduced to ruins overnight.

Now, after more than twenty years, Demon Tai Sui has become nothing more than a “flesh pig” within Ning Daoran’s Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, being cut by Big Stupid Deer for the extraction of True Blood Pills every day, while Ji City has quickly sprung back to life. The city’s farmlands, businesses, and buildings remained untouched, with an influx of newcomers, the city quickly regained its vitality within a short twenty years.

Ning Daoran, accompanied by the three siblings, took a turn over Ji City and said, “In the past, Ji City was like a Workshop set up by Dragon Martial Mountain, but now things are completely different. It will no longer be what it once was after Dragon Martial Mountain is rebuilt, as many resources must rely on Ji City. Later, you all need to establish good relations with the officials and workshops of Ji City. Never bully others just because of your higher Realm; you cannot go far that way.”

“Yes!”

Zhuo Yang nodded.

Zhuo Yu pursed his lips and said, “Uncle Master… I want to ask… once Dragon Martial Mountain is rebuilt, will Uncle Master be the Sect Leader?”

“After Dragon Martial Mountain becomes stable, I will leave. The Sect Leader will be chosen from among you.”

“Oh?”

Zhuo Yang’s eyes ignited with fervor: “I wonder who Uncle Master thinks is most suitable to be the Sect Leader?”

“Martial Sects are somewhat different from Sects; the rules are basically whoever has the highest Realm or the hardest fist becomes the Sect Leader. So, my meaning is… Zhuo Ting will be Sect Leader, and you two brothers will serve as Vice Sect Leaders.”

“Ah?”

Zhuo Yang felt somewhat disappointed.

Zhuo Yu then said, “It’s all the same which one of us siblings takes the position of Sect Leader since we’re all family anyway.”

“Mm.”

Zhuo Yang then nodded with satisfaction.

However, Ning Daoran, keenly observant, scoffed and said, “I say Zhuo Ting is the Sect Leader, and so she shall be. From now on, her words are the decrees of the Sect Leader. If you two do not comply, it would be no issue for Zhuo Ting to take action and kill you. Do you understand my meaning? You are merely her subordinates, and must not overstep your bounds.”

“Yes, Senior Uncle…”

Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu felt a chill run down their spines, a coldness creeping into their foreheads as Ning Daoran’s gaze fell upon them, as if they had plummeted into an icy abyss.

Dragon Martial Mountain.

More than twenty years later, the forests that were once destroyed by the Fiery Fire Fish Dragon Formation had regrown; the mountain was lush and green, and the buildings that had not been burnt down seemed to be lively again. At this moment, smoke curled up from the chimneys, and atop the main hall, a deep blue flag fluttered in the wind, bearing three characters.

Sea Splitting Gang!

“Goodness…”

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows, knowing that such a prime location as Dragon Martial Mountain wouldn’t remain vacant forever, and was bound to have been occupied by other forces within twenty years.

However, the Steles Forest on the back mountain remained, along with the graveyards of Dragon Martial Mountain’s previous Sect Leaders; no one dared to disturb them. Even though Dragon Martial Mountain was essentially annihilated, it was still one of the pillars of the Jianghu in the Xuzhou region, so those graveyards were not to be trifled with.

“Boss, someone is trespassing on the mountain!”

Suddenly, a lookout shouted.

Immediately, hundreds of people swarmed out from the mountain, almost all of them ordinary humans with weapons, at best only somewhat stronger than the average man, with very few Blood Qi Martial Artists among them.

A man burst from the main hall, wielding a tiger-headed great saber, his face terribly ferocious, with the aura of a mid-stage Condensed Liquid Realm emanating from him.

Ning Daoran couldn’t help but laugh. These people were less a Sea Splitting Gang and more like a band of mountain robbers – their boss was only at the mid-stage Condensed Liquid Realm, an inconsequential force.

“Who dares to trespass on the territory of the Sea Splitting Gang?” the boss roared, brandishing his long saber.

“This place is known as Dragon Martial Mountain, the domain of the Daoist Lineage of Dragon Martial Mountain. Since when did it belong to your Sea Splitting Gang?”

Ning Daoran lightly flicked his sleeve, and instantly an object flew out, unfolding in the sky and shining with a radiance that spanned tens of meters – a Token, unmistakably left behind by Nie Shentong.

“This is the Sect Leader Token left by Nie Shentong, Supreme Elder of Dragon Martial Mountain. If you don’t want to die, surrender obediently!”

“A Cultivator?”

The pupils of the Sea Splitting Gang leader contracted, “You… you know Nie Shentong?”

“Humph…”

Ning Daoran gave a faint smile, “I’ll give you ten breaths to think. Either kneel and submit or die.”

Saying so, he gave Zhuo Ting a glance.

Immediately, Zhuo Ting stepped into the void, her body glowing with a golden Blood Qi brilliance, her Baodan Realm strength on full display.

“Baodan… Baodan Realm!?”

The eyes of the Sea Splitting Gang leader nearly bulged out of their sockets, as he hastily dropped to his knees, “I did not realize this Martial Immortal…”

“She is Zhuo Ting, Nie Shentong’s Direct Disciple. Starting today, Zhuo Ting is the new Sect Leader of Dragon Martial Mountain.”

Ning Daoran looked disdainfully, “You usurpers have occupied Dragon Martial Mountain for so long; it is time to make restitution. Leave everything behind for the Sect Leader to dispatch. Those who refuse will be slain!”

“Yes!”

The Sea Splitting Gang members all knelt down in unison; those who were quick-witted even kicked over the Sea Splitting Gang’s flag and, in a swift transformation, became the righteous disciples of Dragon Martial Mountain.

…

After that, Ning Daoran distributed a large amount of Spirit Stones and gold and silver, sending people to Ji City to invite craftsmen to the mountain to rebuild Dragon Martial Mountain, from the Mountain Gate to the Ancestor Hall, everything needed restorations and repairs.

At the same time, he also spread the news that Dragon Martial Mountain was being rebuilt, and the Dragon Martial Mountain Disciples scattered outside could return.

According to Ning Daoran’s memory, at the time of Dragon Martial Mountain’s annihilation, there were actually quite a few Disciples out on missions, including some core True Disciples.

Deep into the night.

Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu lit a bonfire, roasting a sheep.

Meanwhile, Ning Daoran set up a Prohibition within the main hall and called Zhuo Ting in.

“Senior Uncle!”

Zhuo Ting gently clasped her fists, her beautiful eyes looking towards her young Senior Uncle, “Is there anything you wish to instruct me on?”

Ning Daoran pushed forward with his hand, and the grey Sect Leader Token flew towards her.

“Take this; it is the proof of the Sect Leader of Dragon Martial Mountain.”

Next, Ning Daoran took out a piece of a Beast Bone and a Handbook, “This is the Original Heart Method of the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture, along with my revised insights from the Sixth Layer to the Ten Layers. I believe it will be useful to you. Take good care of this complete secret manual of the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture, as it has always only been passed down through the line of Sect Leaders. Whether to pass it on to your two brothers is up to you.”

“Yes!”

Zhuo Ting took the treasures, hesitation flashing in her eyes, “Senior Uncle, my two brothers are more resolute than I am. Perhaps… it would be more appropriate for them to take on the role of Sect Leader?”

“Why, then, are you not resolute?”

Ning Daoran’s gaze suddenly sharpened, “Do you want to return to being trampled like trash in that mire? Or do you want to relive those days of hunger and fullness? You have excellent Talent and constitution; heaven has bestowed you with nourishment, so your Cultivation Speed surpasses your brothers. So, what? You don’t want the rice heaven has given you? Then don’t waste my time, and get lost if you’re a cowardly waste fit only to be trodden in the mud!”