Chapter 742: Chapter 740: The Secret to Living Lies in Drinking Water
“Not good!”
Ning Daoran frowned and said, “The demons in Breaking Realm Mountain are stirring once more. Quickly notify the major sects to dispatch elites to guard against them. We absolutely cannot allow them to breach Liangyi Sect’s defenses!”
“Fellow Daoist Ning!”
Nian Wuya imdiately responded, “I’ll gather the sword array disciples right away and head over!”
“Good!”
anwhile, the servant and outer disciples at the other six transmission formations stood there bewildered.
“Still staring?”
Lin Xuyan shouted angrily, “Go back imdiately! Inform your sect masters that Breaking Realm Mountain is rampaging again, have them send people over at once, and hurry!”
“Yes, Sect Master Lin!”
Only then did everyone bow collectively, turn around, and return to the transmission formations.
…
Chasing Moon Peak.
When Ning Daoran arrived, he saw his Nascent Soul incarnation being held down by a golden-robed Divinity Transformation Stage stone spirit, its head being slamd rcilessly against Chasing Moon Peak—”Bang! Bang! Bang!”—bloodied and battered, looking utterly pitiful.
This Nascent Soul incarnation equated to 60% of his original strength, lacking 40%, yet he never thought it would be reduced to this miserable state.
“You old bastard!”
He soared into the sky, furious: “Let go of my avatar! Co at instead!”
“What?!”
The stone spirit elder was shocked: “This is actually an avatar?”
Monts ago, he had been feeling triumphant, thinking the Ning Daoran who had suppressed Breaking Realm Mountain for decades was so weak. But with Ning Daoran’s true self appearing, the joy quickly subsided.
“Wretched brat, you’ll die too!”
The stone spirit elder rose into the air, a colossal Divinity Transformation Dharma Image surging behind him, and roared, “I, Upper Star Lord, have co to take your miserable life!”
“Who dies isn’t certain yet!”
Ning Daoran swung the Big Green Dragon.
Having already slain four Divinity Transformation Stage stone spirits, he was confident this one wouldn’t pose much trouble. His relaxed deanor was evident, a habit of combining casual conversation with fight techniques.
Moreover, today he was especially calm for another reason.
In addition to Liangyi Sect, seven of the Eastern Wilderness’ Ten Great Immortal Sects had joined forces to repel this Breaking Realm Mountain assault. Thus, Liangyi Sect’s losses would be minimal—many hands make light work. With eight of Xia Country’s Ten Great Immortal Sects working together, they could minimize costs while resisting the demon threat.
Nonetheless, despite this advantage, Ning Daoran’s assault was fierce and uncompromising. His opening move unleashed Kunwu’s Wind with a flurry of gusts, disorienting Upper Star Lord and rendering him nearly blind.
What followed was a barrage of magical treasures and the relentless pounding of the Big Green Dragon’s imnse hundred-thousand-jin force. After rely a hundred exchanges, Ning Daoran successfully killed Upper Star Lord right there on Chasing Moon Peak!
This swift victory ca not only from Ning Daoran’s ever-advancing strength but also from his growing harmony with Chasing Moon Peak’s domain field over ti, which had beco an undeniable advantage.
“Boom~~~”
As Upper Star Lord crashed to the ground, Ning Daoran floated down, shattering the elder’s head to extract the fifth piece of the Breaking Boundary Stone Monunt.
Unlike ordinary objects, these Breaking Boundary Stone Monunts were exceedingly peculiar, adorned with intricate, unreadable inscriptions. Ning Daoran couldn’t decipher them but was certain they weren’t array spirit marks; instead, they seed like the unique script of a certain race.
Ning Daoran had spent several months studying them previously but found no answers and chose not to waste more ti.
Still, he believed the presence of these Breaking Boundary Stone Monunts within the heads of Divinity Transformation Stage stone spirits in Breaking Realm Mountain couldn’t be coincidence, so he kept them all for potential future use.
…
At the foot of the mountain.
The scene this ti was far better than before. Seven great sects had rushed to aid Liangyi Sect, particularly Wanhua Sword Sect, bringing elite forces to the fray. Sect Master Nian Wuya personally led over a hundred units, their imposing montum unmatched!
To speak frankly, Nian Wuya was a man of loyalty. In this battle, Wanhua Sword Sect suffered the heaviest losses, with over three hundred sword array disciples dead. However, given the sect’s tens of thousands of disciples, losing three hundred was manageable. After all, the Breaking Realm Mountain rampage happened once every several decades, and disciples of the sword array always rebounded like bamboo shoots after spring rain.
Ning Daoran descended the mountain gracefully.
“Fellow Daoist Nian, thank you for everything!”
He bowed lightly, personally expressing gratitude to Nian Wuya.
Nian Wuya, who was tending to injured disciples with a group of elders, was visibly humbled and imdiately turned to reply with cupped hands, “Fellow Daoist Ning, you are far too kind. Liangyi Sect has voluntarily stood guard to suppress the Breaking Realm Mountain threats for our Eastern Wilderness Cultivation World. The rest of us ought to be the ones thanking Liangyi Sect. Over the years, Liangyi Sect has sacrificed thousands of disciples to hold back the demonic entities. All of us have witnessed these efforts. At this critical mont, how could we not do all we can? Otherwise, wouldn’t it chill Liangyi Sect’s heart?”
Lin Xuyan added, “Sect Master Nian speaks aptly…”
Several other sect masters ca forward one by one to pay their respects.
These sect masters, whether late-stage or mid-stage Nascent Soul practitioners, all had formidable foundations.
Yet in Ning Daoran’s presence, they showed utmost reverence and politeness, not daring to show even a hint of disrespect. Their formal deanor gave Ning Daoran a sense of surrealism.
It beca clear—he had truly ascended to the pinnacle of the Eastern Wilderness Cultivation World. In the eyes of these sect titans, he had beco soone they couldn’t afford to provoke.
Of course, Ning Daoran’s actions over the years had earned him significant renown.
A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with extraordinary talent, capable of transcending ranks to slay Divinity Transformation opponents, Ning Daoran had chosen to stake his Supre Path as a gamble, harmonizing with Chasing Moon Peak to guard the Breaking Realm Mountain pass alone.
This act alone solidified his place among the saints of the Eastern Wilderness Cultivation World—let alone his instruntal role in the Battle of Descent a century before, where he claid vital victories against the North Sea Divinity Transformation.
“Senior Brother!”
As Ning Daoran turned around, he saw Liu Wushuang standing before him, tears streaming from her eyes.
She avoided the crowd’s gaze, clutching Ning Daoran’s sleeve, as her eyes landed on an arm entirely turned to stone, moss-covered and devoid of flesh. After his battle with Upper Star Lord, the pollution of his Divine Soul had worsened—his entire left arm had petrified, leaving only the Blood Qi and Evergreen Magic Power deep within the stone hinting at its faint vitality.
“It’s fine.”
Ning Daoran swiftly pulled his sleeve down, using mana to shield his arm from view.
Yet Liu Wushuang trembled, deeply saddened, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Over the years, she had shared many monts with her senior brother—this sight pained her greatly. Seeing a genius cultivator reduced to such a state made her heart ache profoundly.
“I’m returning to Chasing Moon Peak. The matters within the sect will now rely on both of you and Xuyan to handle.”
Ning Daoran turned and left without pause.
Liu Wushuang tearfully watched his departure, helpless and disheartened.
Lin Xuyan witnessed this as well, similarly moved yet equally powerless. The phenonon of Integration Pollution was deeply arcane—far beyond his ability to reverse.
…
Thirteen years later.
On a misty spring morning, Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes.
The gentle breeze and rain touched his face, giving him a sense of comfort—if only the pollution of his Divine Soul wasn’t worsening. At this point, nearly half his left side had turned to stone, leaving the skin surface devoid of any sensation, though his Blood Qi still pulsated beneath.
In these thirteen years, he had painstakingly cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture to its fortieth layer!
The blood energy generated by the scripture roared within his body, preventing total petrification. Otherwise, he might have already succumbed, his entire body transford to stone.
What cultivation opportunities? What Supre Paths? They were all fleeting illusions.
“Senior Brother~~~”
A sweet voice chid beside him.
Liu Wushuang had arrived, casting a barrier with her mana to shield the rain. She carried a bamboo basket filled with delicacies and a jug of spiritual wine.
“Brother!”
Lin Xuyan followed close behind, his Divine Sense alertly scanning Ning Daoran’s condition, discovering that nearly half his body was petrified.
For a mont, the stoic Lin Xuyan, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, found himself on the verge of tears, overwheld with sorrow.
“I’ve told you, I’m truly fine.”
Ning Daoran said, “Xuyan, Wushuang, don’t feel sorry for or think that the Integration Pollution from harmonizing with Chasing Moon Peak is so sort of calamity. Perhaps, it’s an opportunity instead?”
“But what kind of opportunity turns people to stone?” Liu Wushuang sobbed.
Ning Daoran panicked: “Senior Brother is truly fine, Wushuang, don’t cry…”
“Enough, Junior Sister!”
Lin Xuyan said, eyes red, “We agreed to share a drink with Senior Brother today; why are you crying? It’s unbecoming. As your sect master, I command you to dry your tears and pour Ning Senior Brother so wine—quickly!”
“Yes, Senior Brother…”
Liu Wushuang bit her lip, tears streaming as she poured the wine.
“That’s more like it!”
Lin Xuyan said.
“Like hell it is.”
Ning Daoran glared at him, “Don’t bully the little junior sister. Wushuang, Ning Senior Brother really is fine. I can feel it—before I fully turn to stone, if I break through and reach Divinity Transformation, the power will cleanse my Divine Soul’s pollution. At that ti, separating myself from Chasing Moon Peak will be trivial!”
“Really?” Liu Wushuang exclaid, her face lighting up.
“When has Ning Senior Brother ever lied to you?”
“That’s great, then Senior Brother must achieve Divinity Transformation soon…” Liu Wushuang broke into a smile amidst her tears.
Ning Daoran nodded, “Of course. The breakthrough to Divinity Transformation will be as easy to as drinking water—too simple, honestly. It’s just that the ti isn’t ripe yet.”
…
The ceaseless drizzle slid along the barrier, threading down like a veil of sorrow.
The three siblings drank heartily atop the peak, completely imrsed in their camaraderie.
Just then, a Nascent Soul Early Stage elder ascended with tunneling light, respectfully announcing, “Sect Master, Vice Sect Master, the Longque Wanderer from Returning Ruins Immortal Land seeks an audience with Vice Sect Master Ning!”
“Longque Wanderer?”
Ning Daoran nodded, “Elder Zhou, please guide him here.”
“Yes!”
Monts later, Longque Wanderer ascended the peak, clad in a green robe and bamboo hat, exuding carefree elegance.
“Junior Brother Ning, it’s been years since we last t.”
As he removed his bamboo hat, his aged face ca into view.
Ning Daoran felt his heart ache uncontrollably.
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