Chapter 129: Chapter 127: Jiedan Elixir
Beneath the bird’s nest, within the trees.
Ning Daoran began to continuously operate the Evergreen Technique to dissolve the Sword Intent.
While resolving it, he was also reflecting and pondering about many things.
The Jiuyun Sect’s intervention in the Qingzhou Cultivation World, aiming to become a super sect spanning two provinces, was no longer a secret.
Thus, the collusion between the Jiuyun Sect and the court-appointed Immortal Guardian in Qingzhou was logical.
However, Ning Daoran had truly never expected that Immortal Chen would be foolish enough to directly attempt to assassinate Yang Yan!
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Even if the deed had been successful, the Chaotic Sect would have regarded Qingzhou Town Immortal Tower as the top enemy.
Could Chen Li really believe that the Jiuyun Sect would fight a bloody battle with the Chaotic Sect just for him?
The Jiuyun Sect’s involvement in Qingzhou was only for the cultivation resources, and now with three spirit stone mines and the Dust-falling Pill already within their grasp,
did they still need to have a bloody battle with the Chaotic Sect?
After all, the Chaotic Sect, a sect with four Golden Cores, even without a late-stage Golden Core overseeing, could pose significant loss to the Jiuyun Sect by attacking from multiple directions.
Ning Daoran sighed, acknowledging Chen Li as a typical martial artist, acting solely on a surge of blood qi.
There was nothing wrong with such people; they just tended to die easily.
As for taking action against Chen Li himself, although it was extremely risky, there was no choice, as it was an unexpected event.
The cautious Ning Daoran, when encountering emergencies, had to lower the safety coefficient of his actions; it was a necessary move.
Yet, there was another unexpected event—encountering a Nascent Soul Cultivator!
This recollection made Ning Daoran’s scalp tingle.
The only explanation for the sudden appearance of the Nascent Soul woman at the scene was that she was also monitoring Chen Li and the Jiuyun Sect’s involvement in Qingzhou.
Her attacking him was likely just opportunistic.
Nascent Soul Old Monsters typically had odd temperaments.
After reflecting for a while, Ning Daoran concluded:
The surface of Qingzhou seemed calm, but there was a turbulent undercurrent, a mix of dragons and snakes!
For someone like him, a Foundation Establishment low-level cultivator, it was best to stay low and avoid getting involved; otherwise, it would be easy to unknowingly die at the hands of some great power.
The provincial capital was a hiding place for dragons and tigers, terrifying indeed!
He vowed never to return…
Several days later.
Ning Daoran left the old tree he had been staying in for half a month using Wood Escape and Earth Escape.
Had he stayed any longer, he might have grown too fond of it.
Especially the two young birds that had just hatched in the nest—he had even named them.
The bigger one was called Cuihua, and the smaller one, Er Dan.
Eventually, he bid farewell to the two birds with reluctance, “whoosh” leaving the tree, frightening Cuihua and Er Dan into loud chirping; they had no idea when someone had moved in.
Soon after, he arrived at the Yellow Dragon Mountain Range.
The Chaotic Sect, a mountain range soaring with spiritual energy.
Ning Daoran felt a bit of happiness; returning home was truly wonderful.
However, he did not return to the sect openly but used Earth Escape to arrive outside Qiongbi Peak.
“Hm?”
He frowned; something was not right.
The prohibition arrangement of the Small Cloud Mist Array guarding the courtyard had changed, and he was unable at that moment to open it.
‘Motherf***er—’
He was furious, thinking if the paperfolk were rebelling.
Then, Ning Daoran silently resolved the prohibition of the Small Cloud Mist Array underground.
Using the Concealing Breath Technique, Invisibility Technique, and Sound Absorption Technique, he entered the small courtyard through Earth Escape.
He then saw the paperfolk nonchalantly sitting in the living room, with various spirit fruits and roasted chicken on the table, feasting heartily.
He even waved his hand, saying, “Old Lu, make me two dishes?”
Big Stupid Deer ignored him, focusing solely on practicing the Transformation Technique.
“You and your shenanigans, Old Lu!”
The paperfolk angrily said, “Be careful, I might stew you for deer tendon!”
Then, turning to Chen Weimo, he said, “That big black fish in the backyard looks firm and tasty; Chen Weimo, catch it for us, we’ll have pickled fish for a month!”
“Ah?!”
Chen Weimo was shocked.
That big black fish was his good friend; he often stood on its back to patrol their territory, how could he eat it?
“What’s the matter?”
The paperfolk raged, “Am I not the head of the family? Does my word carry no weight?”
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Underground.
Ning Daoran carefully observed the Divine Soul of the paperfolk; slight changes in the veins of the Divine Soul seemed to have altered its temperament.
Indeed, just as described in the Paper Substitute spell at the Return to Nature Level.
Top Papermen could not be away from their master for too long, or their Divine Souls would undergo abnormal changes.
This was similar to some Nascent Soul Old Monsters whose Nascent Soul clones couldn’t be apart for too long; being away too long could easily lead to rebellion and devouring their masters.
“Whoosh—”
The next second, Ning Daoran burst forth from the ground, his body brimming with robust mana, and he instantly formed a massive mana palm from the air!
“Boom!”
The paperfolk’s head was instantly pinned to the ground.
Without a second thought, Ning Daoran withdrew his Divine Soul and blew out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire, burning the paperfolk into a pile of ashes.
Such a paperfolk, having developed a rebellious heart, definitely could not be kept. Besides, with the Mystic Frost Tree aging and constantly regenerating sap, there was no shortage of Profound Frost Spirit Paper.
“Awoooo~”
Big Stupid Deer immediately realized that the figure before him was indeed Big Brother.
It dashed into Ning Daoran’s embrace in a flash, tilting its head and rubbing affectionately in his arms with its large mouth.
“Old Lu!”
Having been apart for so long for the first time, Ning Daoran vigorously rubbed White Deer’s head and chuckled, “Did you miss me?”
“Awoo—”
Big Stupid Deer indicated that it had almost lost its appetite from missing him.
“Ah?”
Chen Weimo was startled. So, the uncle these past two weeks was fake?
“Alright, stop dazing.”
Ning Daoran smiled, “I haven’t had a good meal in so long after wandering outside. Old Lu, go stir-fry some dishes. Chen Weimo, catch a carp. I’ll make sour fish soup.”
“Alright, Uncle!”
It was the familiar Ning Daoran before her, and Chen Weimo happily went to catch the fish.
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The storm of the Qingzhou competition gradually passed.
The court dispatched a new Immortal Guardian to Qingzhou, and the Jiuyun Sect took away the Dust-falling Pill.
The leisurely days of Qiongbi Peak were still enjoyable.
Ning Daoran dedicated at least three hours each day to dissolving the Sword Intent. Fortunately, the power of the Fifteenth Layer of Evergreen Technique was robust and fully supportive.
In this way,
In less than half a year, the Sword Intent that pierced his Divine Soul finally began to thin!
But to completely dissolve this Sword Intent was unlikely to happen within a year or two.
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Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
This year, Ning Daoran turned seventy-two.
The trace of Sword Intent deep within his Divine Soul, diligently dissolved by the Evergreen Technique over three years, now only about forty percent remained.
At this time, the influence of the Sword Intent on Ning Daoran’s Divine Soul was minimal.
And while it’s rare for one to reach the age of seventy, he still looked like a young man of eighteen.
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“Out of seclusion!”
Stepping out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, his understanding of the White Feather Flowing Sound Array deepened further, but mastering it completely was still a long way off.
Backyard, fish pond.
“Little Blackie!”
Ning Daoran stamped his foot, his power from the Evergreen Technique surged through the entire fish pond, scanning the situation.
“Squeak squeak~~”
The Big Black Fish swiftly leapt out of the water.
The golden patterns on its body had deepened a bit, and these patterns looked somewhat familiar.
Ning Daoran pondered for a long time, finally remembering.
The Black Flood Dragon “River God” he had slain at Mo River had similar golden patterns on its body.
Could it be because Little Blackie ate the meat and Demon Core of the Black Flood Dragon, thus evolving toward the direction of that Black Flood Dragon?
But it didn’t matter, as long as it could evolve in the future, it didn’t matter into what.
“Not bad, continue.”
Ning Daoran flicked another Demon Core.
Little Blackie soared and gulped it down, overjoyed.
Ning Daoran watched the scene in the fish pond, where the number of Spirit Fish was increasing, and the Spiritual Energy was growing stronger, already a bit crowded.
He decided to expand the backyard fish pond to twenty acres.
Taking a bag of Purple Jade Spirit Rice, he completed the application without exchanging more than five sentences.
The Foundation Establishment elder accepted the Spirit Rice and signed off without even looking at what was written on the approval document.
Ning Daoran frowned, heart aching.
This is the root of corruption!
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“Old Lu, shall we go down the mountain for a walk?”
At Qiongbi Peak, Ning Daoran made a suggestion.
Big Stupid Deer immediately charged over with a Stag Charge, tilting its big head to nudge the shoulder of the elder brother, indicating it had long wanted to go.
In terms of setting up jokes, it had never let big brother down.
“Let’s go!”
The duo transformed into tunneling light and descended the mountain.
Afternoon.
Yellow Dragon Square was bustling, full of Loose Cultivators, Sect Cultivators, and ordinary people, each seeking their interests.
After crossing a small bridge, a crowd could be seen gathered ahead.
It seemed a corpse was being carried out from an alley by several stout men and the body on the stretcher looked… somewhat familiar.
‘Zhou Qi?’
A name surged in Ning Daoran’s mind.
He blinked, quickly swept the area with his Divine Sense, and indeed, the person who had just died was Zhou Qi.
At this time, Zhou Qi’s body was emaciated and aged, and he had several diseased bumps, looking extremely miserable.
“Ah…”
Nearby, an old woman living in the alley lamented, “The Family Head of Zhou family, that Zhou Qi finally died from illness. It’s better that he’s dead, sparing further suffering.”
“Yes.”
Another person said, “He spent so much money on treatment, if it were left to the children, maybe their descendants would have a better life.”
“Ah…”
An old man sighed deeply, “Living this lifetime is too mundane…”
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Ning Daoran frowned and saw several of Zhou Qi’s children following behind the corpse, sobbing.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death, such is human nature.
“Let’s go, Old Lu.”
He smiled slightly, patted the sturdy back of Big Stupid Deer, and said, “Our journey is long. Most of the people we know will just pass by in our lives, so no need to feel sad!”
“Ow~~”
Big Stupid Deer nodded; elder brother was absolutely right.
Xiyu Pavilion.
Chen Ping’er was making tea, chatting leisurely with Ning Daoran.
They bought some materials and some low-level talismans.
Casual conversation did yield some outcomes.
According to the information provided by Chen Ping’er, there would be a Foundation Establishment Level exchange meeting in a few days at Xiyu Pavilion. Someone there knew the whereabouts of one of the Jiedan Elixirs, the Dust-falling Grass.
Ning Daoran already had the Nichang Flower. Now, the main medicine remaining was the Dust-falling Grass. If he could obtain the Dust-falling Pill, his Core Formation would be much more stable!