Chapter 1: Full Talent Start

The sun rose slowly, like a bursting fireball that pushed apart the clouds, and the eastern sky was dyed golden.

Under the mist, the leaves in the mountains are lush and green, as tender and juicy as pieces of emerald jade leaves.

This place is as beautiful as a fairyland, full of spiritual beauty everywhere. At this moment, on a straw mat in a thatched hut on the hillside, an unkempt young man is waking up from his sleep.

It has been exactly two and a half years since Ning Daoran traveled to this world of cultivating immortals. The good news is that he is still alive, but the bad news is that there is still no sign of progress in his cultivation.

“Ding Dong!”

As the mind moved, a talent system panel popped up in front of him.

[Strength]: 5 [Defense]: 5 [Speed]: 5 [Mana]: 5 [Holy Spirit of Plants and Trees]: 5 [Command of All Beasts]: 4...

That’s right, after Ning Daoran traveled through time, he obtained the legendary “Full Achievement System” with all six major talents!

In the first stage, one talent point is automatically obtained every month. More than two years have passed, and Ning Daoran has been carefully surviving in this world of cultivating immortals, and is finally about to make it.

Now that two and a half years have passed, the six talents are almost fully maxed out!

And, every talent is fully understood.

Strength, defense, speed, and mana, the four basic talents, are literally bonuses.

The Holy Spirit of Plants and Trees is the talent that Ning Daoran relies on the most! Every point of Holy Spirit of Plants and Trees can increase the growth rate of the planted plants by as much as 10 times! This means that he will have infinite potential in the field of spiritual plants, and he is a natural expert in growing spiritual rice and spiritual medicine!

As for the last talent, which is to control all beasts, as the name suggests, it is related to "taming beasts".

…

"Old Deer, get up!"

Ning Daoran stood up and angrily kicked the big guy at his feet.

“Ah~~~”

The "big guy" slowly raised his head, and it turned out to be a deer whose "horns" had been plucked out.

In the previous incarnation’s cognition, this was a “deer that bumped into the mountain”.

It was a pitch-dark night, when suddenly a bolt of lightning shattered the darkness, and the deer descended to the earth bathed in lightning, its horns broken and a half-broken Qinglong spear stuck in its butt! Most likely, a monk who was hunting monsters made a mistake and let the deer escape.

Ning Daoran just happened to have added a little bit of the ability to control all beasts at that time, and took the opportunity to turn this mountain-riding deer into his first spiritual beast.

The deer was confused, and its eyes were filled with clear stupidity.

The reason why Ning Daoran kept it was because the mountain deer's innate ability was to burrow underground, and keeping it would help him dig holes.

In addition, the tendon meat of this big stupid deer weighs at least a thousand pounds. If one day you are at your wits' end, you can slaughter it and produce a lot of valuable meat.

After getting up, Ning Daoran began to worry.

He knew he should cultivate immortality, but he had no idea where to start.

Since he traveled through time, he has never seen a cultivator, let alone joining an immortal sect.

The village where my predecessor was born was called Longxiang Village, located in the coldest and most desolate area of ​​Xia Country. It was impossible for any cultivator to visit such a desolate place.

As for the technique...

Half a year ago, Ning Daoran spent all his savings to buy a secret book on cultivating immortals from a passing peddler, called the Body Tempering Art.

The peddler could tell at a glance that he had spiritual roots, and he immediately spoke eloquently, saying that this Body Tempering Technique was a secret method of cultivating immortals, which could strengthen the body, cleanse the marrow, and change the meridians, and it had infinite magical uses.

He claimed that an old man who had been paralyzed for thirty years had learned the Body Tempering Technique and then disappeared on the spot. His whereabouts are still unknown! However, Ning Daoran had practiced for half a year and had not seen any effect so far.

Early in the morning, Ning Daoran bathed in the morning light and began to practice.

He slowly pushed up the body-tempering pile. This was the countless times he had done so in the past two years.

Even though I know that practicing this method may be useless, it is the only resource I have at my disposal. I can only try it out and keep persevering!

You must have perseverance to cultivate immortality, otherwise you are not an immortal at all!

After a long time, after completing a set of body tempering techniques, Ning Daoran exhaled the foul air in his chest.

"Cool!"

The moment he retracted the pile, he felt that today's pushing was a little different. He heard a crackling sound in his skin, as if some kind of opportunity had been triggered.

Then, I suddenly felt some gray and strange objects appear between heaven and earth! Spiritual energy!

It really is spiritual energy! Only people with spiritual roots can feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. This is also the reason why people without spiritual roots cannot practice in the world of immortal cultivation.

“Oh shit…”

Ning Daoran almost cried for joy, and then he took a deep breath, and suddenly the spiritual energy between heaven and earth nearby seemed to be summoned.

They came from all directions, seeped into the body, and then spread out along the limbs and bones, cleansing this body that was sensing spiritual energy for the first time.

This is a sign of drawing Qi into the body! It's done!

Qi Refining Stage 1! "Old Deer, I've made it!"

Ning Daoran was ecstatic, but did not celebrate immediately. Instead, he continued to push the body tempering pile over and over again.

Until the body feels tired and unable to absorb any spiritual energy from heaven and earth in a short period of time.

At this moment, in Ning Daoran's eyes, the speed of the snowflakes falling from the sky became extremely slow, and the shapes of the snowflakes could be seen clearly. The collision of one snowflake with another was observed closely, and all the details were in his eyes.

These are the changes that come with entering the Qi Refining Stage, which makes Ning Daoran extremely happy.

“Ah~~~”

The big stupid deer raised his head and shouted loudly, "Big brother is awesome!" "Brother Ning Daoran!"

At this moment, a short figure suddenly rushed up the hillside. It was a young man in a green short coat.

Zhou Tiezhu! The grandson of the old patriarch, the eldest grandson of the Zhou family, one of the two major families in the village!

Ning Daoran's biggest impression of him was...

The child's eyes were always involuntarily focused toward the center, and he looked somewhat wise.

"What's the matter?" Ning Daoran asked with a smile.

Zhou Tiezhu grinned and said, "Grandpa asked me to come and call you. He said that there are immortal cultivators coming to the village and they want to select people with spiritual roots! I want you to go over quickly and try~~~"

"Ah? Immortal cultivator?"

Ning Daoran's heart was moved, and he led the big stupid deer straight to the village without hesitation! ...

The village is bustling again after a long absence.

When Ning Daoran brought the big stupid deer into the village, he saw many people wearing white and green clothes. Those people looked like immortals and seemed very powerful.

"Everyone, I am the outer sect steward of the Chaos Sect. This time I came to measure the spiritual roots of the younger generation in the village. If there are any spiritual roots, our sect will make arrangements."

An old man in a dark blue gown spoke with a warm smile. He looked healthy and had a youthful look.

A group of children from the village gathered together waiting to have their spiritual roots tested. Nineteen-year-old Ning Daoran also stood among them, feeling like a crane standing out among chickens.

There were also a few unfamiliar children standing not far away. They were all children from other villages who were found to have spiritual roots and were about to be brought back to the Immortal Gate. The children from Longxiang Village looked at them with undisguised envy in their eyes.

A disciple of the Chaos Sect walked towards the teenagers waiting for the test with a green ruler. The ruler passed in front of the teenagers one by one, but there was no movement at all.

Not long after, the old deacon frowned and said, "Is there no one with spiritual roots in this village?"

The old patriarch's face showed a hint of nervousness.

Finally it was Ning Daoran's turn, and a green ripple appeared on the ruler.

"Huh?"

The sect disciple who was testing his spiritual roots was slightly stunned. He was happy at first, but then he was a little disappointed: "It's just a ninth-grade mixed spiritual root..."

"oh?"

The old deacon looked at Ning Daoran and said with a smile, "You stay here for now, I will make arrangements for you later."

The old patriarch's face suddenly showed some relief.

By noon, the spiritual root test was completed, and it was found that Ning Daoran was the only one among the younger generation in the entire village who possessed spiritual roots.

"let me see."

The old deacon walked forward and pressed his index finger on Ning Daoran's wrist, and he immediately felt a burning sensation.

"You have practiced the Body Tempering Technique, right? Try using it."

"yes!"

Ning Daoran slowly practiced the body tempering technique that he had not yet mastered.

"Oh... I haven't started with the Body Tempering Technique yet. It seems that I have just entered the first level of Qi Refining... How old are you this year?"

"nineteen."

"Not even twenty yet."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!

The old steward thought to himself: "Ninth-grade mixed spiritual roots, first-level Qi Refining, not yet mastered the Body Tempering Technique, less than twenty years old, this is really a waste of time..."

Whether you want this kind of spiritual root or not depends entirely on your own thoughts.

He looked at Ning Daoran and said, "You are willing to go to Chaos Sect to be a errand boy, or be an outer disciple. Even if you cannot achieve great success, you will have no problem having enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Ning Daoran nodded heavily.

He was very willing to do so. After arriving at the sect, he would find a place to quietly grow spiritual rice. This was better than anything else. It would also be the first step in his path to immortality. Of course he was willing to do so!

At the side, the big stupid deer also nodded and let out a roar.

"Oh……"

The old man couldn't help but laugh: "Is this your spirit beast?"

"Yes, Senior."

“Interesting.”

The old deacon looked at the old clan leader and said, "We want this boy in our Chaos Sect. He will stay in the village tonight and will return to the sect with us tomorrow morning."

"well!"

The old patriarch nodded repeatedly.

…

Afternoon, at the old patriarch’s house.

Ning Daoran and Dabenlu were slurping the delicious egg noodles.

In front of the stove, a woman took off her apron and looked at the man and the deer with undisguised disdain.

She really had no good feelings towards this man and deer who often ate for free. Even when she knew that Ning Daoran was about to enter the sect, her disgust did not diminish.

"My dear nephew."

The old patriarch said earnestly: "Don't rush to leave after eating, I have something for you."

He took out a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket, placed it on the table and gently pushed it forward.

"This is?"

Ning Daoran still had great respect for the old patriarch. After all, he was his elder and had always been pretty good to him.

After opening the handkerchief layer by layer, it was discovered that inside were two little finger-sized, translucent crystal stones.

Ordinary people might not find it strange, but Ning Daoran, an early stage cultivator, could tell at a glance that this crystal contained extremely rich spiritual energy! Spiritual stone!

This was the first time Ning Daoran had seen spirit stones. It was said that this kind of thing was a necessity in the world of immortal cultivation and could be used as hard currency.

Although they were two low-grade spirit stones, they were undoubtedly treasures for Ning Daoran, who had just drawn Qi into his body! "My dear nephew..."

The old patriarch sighed, his eyes filled with nostalgia for the past, and said, "Your father and I are brothers who have always kowtowed to each other, so I am also your uncle.

Your parents died early, and you are left alone. As your uncle, I have seen it all over the years. There is not much I can do to help you. This is all..."

The old clan leader said calmly, "We mortals from the mountain valleys are called pariahs by the immortal cultivators. Although I am the clan leader, I am also very ignorant. These two spirit stones are not much. Just consider them as a token of my appreciation for your spiritual roots.

If you can really become an immortal master one day, and become an immortal cultivator from our Longxiang Village, you must bless this place where you were born and raised..."

"good."

Ning Daoran immediately accepted the spirit stone, then took the big stupid deer to the door, turned around and bowed to the old patriarch before leaving.

The old patriarch smiled and waved goodbye.

…

evening.

Ning Daoran was dragged home by a little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket to have dinner.

Her name is Xiao Hehua, and she is the daughter of the village's White Widow.

Ning Daoran once rescued Xiao Hehua from drowning in a pond, so they have a very good relationship.

Xiao Hehua's mother had already prepared dinner. Although it was a farm dish like stewed beans and meat, it was especially delicious.

In fact, the White Widow was extremely beautiful. After her husband died of illness, many bachelors in the village would secretly drool at her when they saw her from afar.

"Eat slowly."

Widow Bai looked at Ning Daoran and the stupid deer eating in an ungentle manner and said with a smile, "I heard that after the spiritual root test this morning, you are the only one in our village with spiritual roots."

"Um."

Ning Daoran nodded: "I will leave the village tomorrow to go to the mountains to practice. Aunt Bai, you and Xiao Hehua are doing well."

"Alas, you finally made it..."

Widow Bai suddenly sighed, a trace of loneliness welling up on her pretty face: "In fact, you have a miserable life too. Your parents died early, just like us mother and mother have a miserable life..."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Ning Daoran, her pretty face with a few frostbite marks turned slightly red, and she whispered: "Actually, there is something I never dared to say before. Have you never thought about living at home in these years?"

Her voice was as small as a mosquito: "It just so happens that my family is also in need of a man, and Xiao Hehua is close to you..."

"ah?"

Ning Daoran was so shocked that he almost couldn't swallow the food in his mouth.

The widow's hint is already quite obvious, though... but...

"Old Deer and I have a pretty good life together, even though it's a bit hard," he said with a grin.

“Ah~~~”

The big stupid deer shouted in agreement.

Little Lotus didn't understand what he meant, so she just said, "Mother, Brother Ning said he would come back. It's okay. We can see him again."

The White Widow smiled and nodded, and said nothing more.

…

That night, Ning Daoran tossed and turned in bed.

Finally, I can enter the sect and quietly grow spiritual rice. After all, growing spiritual rice is my biggest goal at the moment! Five points of grass and tree holy spirits, fifty times the growth rate, spiritual rice that matures once a year can mature in a week. What a great opportunity!

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