Food System in Cultivation World-Chapter 442 - 408: A Lifetime in Pursuit, Unwilling to Be Ordinary

Chapter 442: Chapter 408: A Lifetime in Pursuit, Unwilling to Be Ordinary

No one expected that Ye Ningzhen would take the initiative and strike first.

The change occurred in an instant, and Ye Ningzhen only unleashed one sword strike.

At that time, Liao Zhenfeng was spouting slanderous words, barely finishing his sentence.

But Ye Ningzhen’s reply of "Come battle" hadn’t even finished yet.

Her hand reached behind and drew her No Truth Sword.

This sword is named No Truth because it is invisible and colorless on the surface.

At first glance, most would think that what Ye Ningzhen holds is not a sword, but rather a sharp air.

In reality, it is a Spirit Sword crafted by Yu Hanhai, the master of Shenji Sect, for his great disciple.

The greatest advantage of this sword is its ability to communicate with Ye Ningzhen’s spirit, perfectly suited.

At the moment the sword is drawn, it truly embodies the perseverance with which Ye Ningzhen practiced countless times throughout thousands of days and nights.

When she was young, her parents perished, she resided at her uncle and aunt’s house.

Their full support was for the cousin’s cultivation, only providing her just enough food to avoid starvation, never any cultivation resources.

Living under another’s roof, she learned to gauge people’s moods.

Washing clothes, cooking, cleaning – she did everything.

Fearful that if she did too little, she would face her uncle and aunt’s cold glares for eating even scant white rice.

Yet she had a relentless dissatisfaction.

In those hunger-riddled moments, with stomach cramps;

In those bone-chilling winds, her limbs blistered;

Each dawn following the rooster’s call, each night under stars and moon...

She persistently asked herself: Is this the life I want?

No, absolutely not!

If one’s life is meant for endless chores and ceaseless contempt;

Tirelessly scrambling for just a few copper coins;

Cautiously scrambling for a full meal.

Then what purpose would life serve?

What value would such a life hold?

Ye Ningzhen was dissatisfied, deeply dissatisfied.

She resolved that even if she had to steal learning, she would cultivate.

Lack of resources, unfamiliar Techniques couldn’t hinder Ye Ningzhen’s cultivation heart.

She stealthily watched her cousin practice sword techniques at home, quietly trimming a branch from the kitchen’s firewood pile.

Learning a few sword moves daily, she memorized the cousin’s sword technique within a month.

Sometimes, Ye Ningzhen even thought her cousin learned too slowly, she seemed more clever.

Her under-the-stars and early-morning practiced sword techniques appeared more fluent than her cousin’s.

Yet what benefit was fluency?

She had no teacher to instruct her, not even the qualification to cultivate. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Thus, disaster inevitably erupted one day.

The neighbor next to her uncle’s house reported Ye Ningzhen for stealing celestial sword techniques.

It was the sword technique of a Seventh Grade sect association of Canglan Immortal City.

Though merely elementary Five-Element techniques, anyone not recorded in the Spiritual Register of that sect could not learn.

If outsiders stole the techniques, some could end up bankrupt, severely leading to broken limbs or worse, death.

Ye Ningzhen was reported.

She never forgot that day, two fiercely imposing cultivators stormed Pewu Village’s street, kicked down the uncle’s mansion gate.

The neighbors gathered to watch.

They found a wooden sword in her small sleeping room.

Her bones and muscles were tested, confirming she practiced Five Yun sect’s Five-Element techniques.

In Shaoyang Sect, they demanded an enormous compensation.

Her uncle who barely reached Qi Cultivation third level, were nothing but Little Cultivators.

How could they possibly afford such a sum?

Uncle was silent, while aunt collapsed, sobbing and begging:

"Ningzhen, how could you harm us this way?

If you cannot quell this calamity, you will force your uncles to death!"

What an enormous sum was it?

Ye Ningzhen clearly remembered it was for five Qi Radiance Pills.

Uncle truly did not have them?

No, they actually did have them.

They just wouldn’t pay such compensation for Ye Ningzhen.

Ye Ningzhen also remembered how she stood, incensed, chin up, told those two Five Yun disciples:

"It’s my mistake, I stole the sword techniques, leave others out; break my bones instead!

Even if you beat me to death, I have no complaints."

Unexpectedly, those two disciples hesitated.

Ye Ningzhen swiftly picked up the wooden sword from the ground.

With all her strength, she unleashed her most pinnacle strike.

No technique, no cycles, only boundless courage.

She shouted, "Kill me then!"

Come on—

The wooden sword pierced, without True Yuan, like it gathered cosmic starlight.

That strike, akin to this one here.

Turns out, this was Ye Ningzhen’s original intent.

Boundless courage, unafraid of death.

Pursuing the Great Path within, refusing life to settle for mediocrity.

No one can make me yield!

Even myself—

Battle!

Sword intent surged, murderously condensed shapelessly.

At that time, within the audience hall, all present disciples felt engulfed in the dark ocean of sword intent.

Amid the abyssal blackness, a single sword light pierced the darkness.

The light struck swiftly.

So swift that almost everyone’s sight and spirit couldn’t respond.

Even Golden Core Late Stage Liao Zhenfeng was a beat slow.

When the sword light came, Liao Zhenfeng was stepping forward.

His expression changed, exclaiming, "You..."

He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the sword light magnified.

For a moment, Liao Zhenfeng’s entire vision became bright white.

Why so?

Because the sword light pierced his brow.

Whizz!

The sharp sword intent, infused with the greatest belief of a Sword Cultivator, reached into his brow.

Despite Liao Zhenfeng’s Golden Core Stage cultivation, his protective True Yuan couldn’t withstand the strike.

The flaming-red armor couldn’t protect his head.

Yet he was indeed a Golden Core Stage.

The instant the sword light pierced his brow, Liao Zhenfeng’s Dantian erupted, blasting forward.

Liao Zhenfeng shouted, "Yah!"

Boom!

Immense True Yuan instantly reverberated.

Few among the audience clearly saw what occurred.

They only saw a flash of white light.

Then watched as two figures stepped back repeatedly.

Liao Zhenfeng staggered back five steps, each stomping the runic-detailed blue-golden brick of the audience hall.

His stepping cracked the floor tiles, revealing strands of blue light fissures.

A drop of blood marked his brow.

And Ye Ningzhen, her entire self was instantly knocked into the air by Liao Zhenfeng’s immense reflexive True Yuan.

Exclamations arose among the crowd: "Senior sister!"

All events transpired with rabbit-like speed.

Chen Xu instantly stepped forward, intending to use Spirit Manipulation Technique to catch Ye Ningzhen from a distance.

At that moment, a sigh echoed from the depths of the audience hall: "Ah..."