Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 147 - 145 Heavenly Frost Glass Tree

Chapter 147: Chapter 145 Heavenly Frost Glass Tree

“Old Lu, I made it!”

Ning Daoran was practically dancing with joy; he was so excited he almost cried.

A Ninth Grade Mixed Spiritual Root breaking through was truly heart-wrenching; without popping pills, it’d probably take another ten years!

“Ow ow~~~”

Big Stupid Deer pricked up its ears, its face beaming with happiness.

“Let’s go, cook up two dishes to celebrate!”

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“Ow!!”

The man and the deer walked out of the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, beginning to prepare dinner.

…

Ning Daoran still kept his displayed cultivation level at the Early-stage Foundation Establishment.

The reason for this was caution, but that was secondary.

He feared that if his senior sister ever dragged him to become the Sect Master, what would he do?

Despite cultivating with the basic Evergreen Technique, progressing so smoothly and having a life span far surpassing that of his peers at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, he was an obvious prime candidate for Sect Master.

But Ning Daoran, inherently lazy, had no wish to take up that role.

Bleeding for the Sect, working for the Sect, he had no issues with that; but being tied down to the Sect daily dealing with endless tasks, that was absolutely out of the question.

Moreover, Ning Daoran’s main assets came from the Grass and Tree Holy Spirit, from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.

Having been in the Chaotic Sect for decades, he rarely did things that sucked the Sect’s resources dry.

Competing to be a True Disciple or even a Saint Heir, fighting over inheritance techniques, or even competing for the limited Great Pills the Sect had—none of these appealed to Ning Daoran.

Even the magical treasures and spiritual artifacts he possessed were mostly acquired from his own explorations in the secret realms and robbing others outside; they weren’t really tied to the Sect.

Thus, Ning Daoran was guilt-free towards the Chaotic Sect.

While his connection with the Sect was everlasting, he wouldn’t forsake his own joyful path of cultivation for the Sect.

…

Late at night, re-entering the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.

“Huh?”

Ning Daoran suddenly realized something was different in the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.

The Mystic Frost Tree that used to be there had disappeared, replaced by a tree entirely crystalline from frost—a treasure tree!

This treasure tree, abundant in ice attribute and Yin Qi, deeply rooted itself within the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, growing vigorously.

Ning Daoran and Big Stupid Deer circled around the tree several times, growing more fond of it with each turn.

‘Fuck~~~awesome~~~’

They ran out of words, unsure how to describe this incredible treasure tree.

As for the origin of the tree, Ning Daoran naturally had a clear idea.

Mystic Frost Tree, one of the Ten Great Yin Wood.

But this was just the first stage; when the Mystic Frost Tree grew to 6,000 years, it would evolve into the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree, superior in spirit and Yin Qi!

At this moment, the Mystic Frost Tree had just reached the age of 6,000 years, the time it took to have a meal, it had evolved to the next stage.

“Old Lu, time to work!”

Ning Daoran grinned.

The sap of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree was richer in spiritual energy, perfect for crafting Paper Substitutes and undoubtedly stronger!

Thus, the man and the deer began collecting the sap.

In the blink of an eye, the area around the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree was covered with wounds, containers underneath collecting the sap thickly.

Before long, the brilliance of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree started to dim.

It seemed as if its body was being hollowed out.

‘Sigh…’

Suddenly, Ning Daoran felt an illusion as if he heard something.

“Old Lu, we’re living such a wealthy life. What’s there to sigh about?” asked Ning Daoran.

“Ow?”

Big Stupid Deer perked up its ears, indicating it never sighs.

“Ah?”

Ning Daoran turned his gaze to the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree.

Could it be that after evolving into a true Spiritual Tree, the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree was starting to develop spirituality?

‘Fuck, no way…’

Ning Daoran took a deep breath; from now on, he had to be careful with his words in front of the Heavenly Frost Glass Tree, in case it really did develop spirituality.

Shortly after, they began making Spirit Paper.

Several days later, under the blazing sun in the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, Ning Daoran started cutting paper.

Sheet after sheet of Spirit Paper laid out in front of him, indeed much richer in spiritual energy than those made from the sap of the Mystic Frost Tree.

“That’ll do!”

He started cutting out Paperfolk, and soon, several Paper Substitutes appeared in his hands.

He reclaimed all the Divine Souls from the previous Class A Paperfolk, then chose the five with the richest spiritual energy and crafted the Divine Souls into them.

Instantly, five new Class A Paperfolk were created.

Among them, two Paperfolk looked exactly like Ning Daoran, while the other three were different, kept on hand for emergencies.

“Go!”

He threw out one Paperfolk, and instantly, an incredibly beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

This woman wore a Flowing Cloud Plain Skirt, her figure curvy and fetching, her chest heaving, her waist slender, and her butt rounded and pert; her face was breathtaking with sorrowful, pity-inviting eyes that beckoned empathy.

‘My god…’

Ning Daoran suddenly felt a desire to return to his time.

If he could really go back, he would craft five such beauties, open a talent agency, and have these five ladies live stream dance shows for gifts.

If such a woman were to hold her chest, smile and say ‘Thank you brother for the carnival’, wouldn’t it be devastatingly effective?

He narrowed his eyes, suspecting he might be driving a Rolls-Royce within a year…

“Never mind, never mind…”

He quickly dismissed the thought. Even if he could really travel back, he would never go back. How could that vulgar life of drunken revelry compare to the cultivation of immortality!

“It’s not bad.”

Looking at this Class A Paperfolk, Ning Daoran knew its strength with a sweep of his Divine Sense.

This young woman possessed about forty percent of his own strength.

Much stronger than the previous Class A Paperfolk, which only had thirty-five percent!

Moreover, Ning Daoran was now in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and his mana was several times stronger than that of an average cultivator at the same stage!

In fact, if he didn’t appear weak, his Class A Paperfolk, equipped with enough treasures, could probably fight toe to toe with a typical late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, spiritual artifacts and magical treasures were so precious that he was reluctant to issue them to these Paperfolk.

Plainly put, Class A Paperfolk were just expendables.

If they died, they died, he could always make more, but once a magical treasure or a top-grade spiritual tool was taken, it was truly gone.

Continue cultivating and accumulate a solid foundation!

The next goal was Core Formation.

In the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, Nim Daoran and Big Stupid Deer had already agreed while lying on the meadow sunbathing.

After reaching Core Formation, he would use it as an excuse to leave Chaotic Sect and travel the world.

The first stop was the legendary Fanshu City, reputed to have a Divine Weapon Sect on a hill behind it, filled with Artifact Refining God Craftsmen.

He planned for Big Stupid Deer to join the Divine Weapon Sect and learn the legendary Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique.

If times ever got tough, he could have Old Lu earn a living as a blacksmith. Surely, that would pose no problem.

A true “iron rice bowl!”

…

Time flew, and five years passed in a blink.

“Boom—”

A blast of air swept across the entire Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.

Fortunately, Ning Daoran had activated the Evergreen Technique in advance to protect the flowers and plants.

In the distance, Big Stupid Deer stood on an open ground, surrounded by swirling Spiritual Energy, its silvery white spots more pronounced, and its antlers continuously flashing with auspicious light.

Late-stage Foundation Establishment!

The practice of the Shape-shifting Technique had rapidly progressed its cultivation, catching up with Ning Daoran!

“Not bad, really not bad!”

Ning Daoran applauded, “But next time, please break through outside the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven, my Nichang Flowers were almost blown away by you, young fellow!”

“Roar~~”

Big Stupid Deer briskly stepped forward, rubbing its head affectionately against Ning Daoran.

The breakthrough had obviously made it very happy.

“Alright, let’s fry some vegetables later, and drink a couple of glasses tonight to celebrate!” said Ning Daoran.

Old Lu immediately nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Shortly after, Ning Daoran sat in front of a small hut in the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.

By then, he was one hundred and twelve years old, with many tasks ahead.

The first task was to cultivate the Evergreen Technique to the eighteenth layer, followed by the re-refining of the Silver Moon Flying Swords.

He sat cross-legged, channeling twenty-two hundred thousand years of Refining Time into the Evergreen Technique.

His mind swiftly descended into an increasingly clear Refining Time scene.

[In the 43,400th year, the invincible you were still pondering on advancing the Evergreen Technique further, but its profoundness made it exceedingly difficult to grasp any true insight at that time.]

[Feeling slightly disheartened, you decided to engage in worldly cultivation, and in a dense forest swamp, you shouted at a group of prisoners, “Will any heroes emerge from the ranks?”!]

[The prisoners, stirred and excited, unanimously proclaimed you the Emperor, and you, alone, fought across three thousand miles, your sword once facing a million enemies, eventually ascending to the throne as the sovereign of the nation.]

[In the 94,000th year, having ruled for numerous ages as the Emperor, while you were immortal, the administrative corruption was beyond your control. You executed countless corrupt officials, yet new ones sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain.]

[The public began to oppose you, saying that the once Dragon Slayer ultimately became an Evil Flood Dragon, and you quickly turned into the enemy of the world.]

[Your army was defeated by the rebel forces, but you remained unswayed, letting those righteous armies capture you and lock you into the Heavenly Prison, where you focused solely on cultivating the Evergreen Technique, disregarding worldly matters.]

[In the 140,800th year, your bottleneck in the Evergreen Technique gradually loosened. You saw things previously unseen, broke out of the prison, and looked upon dynasties that had changed countless times.]

[They underwent historical transitions from monarchy to supposed democracy, back to monarchy, to electoral systems, cycling repeatedly, yet all were inevitably doomed.]

[Such is human nature; no perfect system exists.]

[You stood atop a mountain range, watching the world change, and all under the heavens seemed as insignificant as ants; you couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter, as the window in your mind was finally fully opened.]

[Evergreen Technique. Earth-grade top quality (eighteenth layer)]

[Refining Time Remaining: 84,200 years]

…

“Done!”

Ning Daoran took a deep breath and exited the refining scene.

Reaching the eighteenth layer of the Evergreen Technique was an unprecedented achievement, as just advancing from the seventeenth to the eighteenth layer had consumed an incredibly extravagant 140,000 years!

Even for those with unparalleled talent or uniqueness throughout the ages, it would still take at least four or five thousand years to cultivate to this extent, right?

Therefore, such a person simply couldn’t exist!

He introspected with his Divine Sense.

By now, his lifespan had reached eight hundred years.

The years were long, and Core Formation was within reach!

…

Ning Daoran slowly looked up, his gaze falling on a bamboo forest not far away.

These bamboos radiated a silvery glow, clearly Silver Moon Bamboo.

This year, the Silver Moon Bamboo had reached seven thousand years.

He planned to take seven thousand-year-old Silver Moon Bamboo and recreate a set of Silver Moon Flying Swords to further enhance the lethality of the Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation.

“Old Lu, chop the bamboo!”

“Roar~~”

Together, man and deer enthusiastically got back to work.

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