Chapter 331: Everything on Your Shoulders
"Uncle Master, I understand."
The next second, Zhuo Ting's eyes became much more resolute. She put the animal bones and the note into her arms and said, "Uncle Master, please rest assured. Zhuo Ting is definitely not a weakling."
"That's best."
Ning Daoran said: "Longwu Mountain has been passed down for many years. I hope it can regain its prestige in your hands."
"yes!"
…
The time flies.
A month later, buildings started to rise in the mountain. With Ning Daoran's lavish spending, countless craftsmen were busy on Longwu Mountain. The mountain gate was quickly completed, followed by various residences, martial arts arenas, etc.
In the afternoon, the autumn breeze is warm.
Ning Daoran was lying on the roof of the hall with his eyes closed, with a rattan ball hanging around his waist. Inside the rattan ball, another Ning Daoran was sitting cross-legged in practice, pouring a great deal of time and energy into the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Art, and finally began to practice this unique skill that would surely become his own foundation.
"Hiss~~"
His hair began to turn red as he was practicing, and wisps of fiery red smoke rose up. Soon his whole body seemed to transform into a scorching sun, and the temperature around the cabin rose sharply.
Fortunately, Ning Daoran had set up dozens of restrictions before practicing to lock the temperature, otherwise the surrounding purple jade rice, spiritual medicines and plants would probably be dried up.
In a moment, the training is completed!
This time, after only spending 30,000 years of intensive practice, he actually cultivated the Nine Sun Furnace Divine Art to the point of returning to its original state!
Rounds of blazing suns rose into the sky behind Ning Daoran. As his mind moved, nine large suns appeared in the world of spirits. At this moment, the fire power contained in Ding Huo's spirit body instantly doubled! "Huh..."
Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his palm. Suddenly, a ray of golden flame rose up. This fire was extremely powerful. It was the "Nine Yang Extreme Flame" obtained by practicing the Divine Art to return to the original state! "This fire is so powerful..."
He sighed silently.
At the side, the big stupid deer also let out a roar. The temperature of this ray of Nine Yang Extreme Flame had reached an extremely terrifying level. If it were used in a fight, a cultivator of the same level would probably not be able to withstand even a ray of it.
Finally, the wish has come true! With the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Art and the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to polish his body, Ning Daoran's future direction has been determined, which is the direction of fire. The Ding Fire Spirit Body is only the first step, and the next step will definitely be to refine a more powerful Taoist body.
By then, you will say goodbye to the word "waste" forever!
Moreover, this time, it only took 30,000 years of intensive practice to cultivate the Nine Suns Furnace Divine Art from the Great Perfection to the Return to the Original. You should know that the Nine Suns Furnace Divine Art is a heavenly-level technique, which was unimaginable in the past. It would take at least 100,000 years! This can only show that the improvement of spiritual roots is indeed very useful. Ning Daoran's current fire spiritual root is a fourth-grade spiritual root, which is already the best among the middle-grade spiritual roots. Moreover, he has the Dinghuo Spirit Body as his foundation, so practicing fire-related techniques has already achieved twice the result with half the effort! Excellent, the time saved for intensive practice can just be used to practice the Evergreen Art and the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. These two unlimited divine arts are the ones that consume the most time for intensive practice.
…
"Someone come quickly, someone wants to challenge me, Long Wushan, to a fist fight!"
Suddenly, the former leader of the Liehai Gang flew up the mountain with disheveled hair, followed by a group of panicked minions.
"What's going on?"
The figures of the Zhuo brothers and sisters flashed out from the main hall.
Ning Daoran also walked out of Lingpu Cave Heaven and said, "Let's go take a look."
"yes!"
A group of people flew down the mountain, and at the mountain gate, they saw two middle-aged warriors with their arms folded, looking at the newly rebuilt Longwu Mountain with displeasure. The two men looked ordinary, but they were both in the early Baodan realm! "You bastard! As a true disciple of Longwu Mountain, I didn't dare to come back to rebuild Longwu Mountain. Who do you think you are? How dare you claim to be the heir of Longwu Mountain's orthodoxy?"
"Humph, get out here, little girl surnamed Zhuo, and that stupid master uncle, come out here too. I want to see who dares to wave the flag and pretend to be a tiger in my Longwu Mountain!"
Ning Daoran smiled faintly and said nothing.
The two men were named Zheng Shan and Xue Li. They were indeed the true disciples of Longwu Mountain more than 20 years ago. Back then, they were only in the Nascent Soul Realm, and escaped the catastrophe while going out on a mission. However, when they came back, the sect had already disappeared, so the two of them could only wander outside for many years, but they had always regarded themselves as disciples of Longwu Mountain. Now that someone actually dared to talk about rebuilding Longwu Mountain, these two naturally had to go and ask for advice.
"Are you really the disciples of Longwu Mountain back then?" Zhuo Ting asked.
"Exactly!"
Xue Li's body sank, and blood and energy burst out from his body. Behind him, the Dragon Demon Realm condensed. He sneered and said, "Could this Dragon Demon Heart Sutra be fake?"
"It is indeed true."
Zhuo Ting smiled slightly, and her blood boiled as well. She lightly touched her chest with her fists and said with a smile: "But we have to fight to know who is practicing the authentic Dragon Demon Heart Sutra!"
"Just what I want!"
Xue Li said in a deep voice: "Old Zheng, I'll go first!"
"Okay, I'll help my brother!"
…
Immediately, a competition between those at the Baodan realm began outside the mountain gate.
The two sides exchanged punches and kicks for dozens of moves with no clear winner. However, it was obvious that Xue Li's breathing was becoming heavier. Young people are better at fighting. He is now over 50 years old and his blood and energy are beginning to decline. Naturally, he is at a disadvantage due to his age.
Zhuo Ting's advantage is quite obvious. First, she is young. Second, she has practiced the complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, and her Dragon Demon artistic conception is endless. However, Xue Li practiced the "castrated" version of the inner sect's true teachings. Many parts about luck and practice are unclear, so he is slightly inferior in terms of Dragon Demon spirit.
"How is that possible?"
Xue Li became more and more frightened as he fought: "How could your Dragon Demon Heart Sutra..."
After dozens of rounds, Zhuo Ting knocked Xue Li back with a light punch and won a small victory.
"This is really weird. How can a yellow-haired girl be so powerful?"
Zheng Shan shouted softly and entered the battlefield.
After changing her opponent, Zhuo Ting showed no signs of panic. She switched between punches and kicks as usual, and her breath was also extremely long, as if she did not consume too much energy after defeating Xue Li.
After dozens of rounds, Zhuo Ting seized an opportunity and gently slapped Zheng Shan's abdomen, pushing him more than ten feet away!
And all of this was instructed by Ning Daoran.
The arrival of Zheng Shan and Xue Li is a sign of the revitalization of Longwu Mountain, and we must make good use of these two people.
Therefore, Zhuo Ting must crush the two men's fighting spirit in this battle and make them convinced, but she must not embarrass them too much, otherwise they will not be willing to return to Longwu Mountain and be inferior to Zhuo Ting.
"Two senior brothers."
Zhuo Ting clasped her fists respectfully, took out the sect leader's token from her bosom, and said, "Here is the sect leader's token. Junior sister, I am indeed Nie Shentong's disciple, and even the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra was given to me by my uncle himself."
"Uncle Master..."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Zheng Shan and Xue Li still looked resentful.
Ning Daoran floated out, his whole body exuding the aura of the middle stage of the Golden Core, and said: "I was present when Longwu Mountain was destroyed. Before his death, Brother Nie gave me the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra and the leader token, asking me to recruit disciples on his behalf and rebuild Longwu Mountain. This Zhuo Ting is the new leader of Longwu Mountain chosen by me, and is also Nie Shentong's direct disciple. Zheng Shan, Xue Li, the two of you were true disciples back then, and you should come back to help Zhuo Ting revive the reputation of Longwu Mountain!"
"you……"
Xue Li gritted his teeth and said, "How can we know whether what you said is true or false? If you took advantage of the situation and stole the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra and the token before the Supreme Elder passed away... Besides, we have never seen you before."
"Of course you can't see me."
Ning Daoran said calmly: "Back then, when Nie Shentong and I were sparring in the back mountains, you guys probably only dared to watch from afar!"
"What?"
Zheng Shan was shocked: "You...you are the one who sparred with the Grand Elder in the back mountain that year?"
"Exactly."
"If so..."
Zheng Shan frowned and said, "Senior is really an old friend of the Grand Elder. If so, the two of us are willing to assist the headmaster and rebuild Longwu Mountain together to make Longwu Mountain prosperous again!"
"That's best."
Ning Daoran smiled and said, "Zheng Shan, Xue Li, I will order you two to serve as the left and right guardians of Longwu Mountain, and lead the sect together with the Sect Master."
"Yes, Uncle Master!"
Not far away, a strange look flashed in Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu's eyes.
…
Late at night, the celebration banquet ended.
The return of Zheng Shan and Xue Li greatly enhanced the reputation of Longwu Mountain. As a result, Longwu Mountain suddenly became a sect with three martial artists at the Baodan realm. Such sects are extremely rare in the entire Xuzhou.
What's more, the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra has a profound foundation, and it is only a matter of time to revitalize Longwu Mountain.
"Uncle Master."
After Zhuo Ting entered the forbidden area, her pretty face turned slightly red. She had drunk a few extra glasses of wine that night and was already a little drunk.
"Um."
Ning Daoran sat on the beam, looking at the starry sky outside the window, looking at the people toasting in the distance, and said, "Do you know why I tried so hard to get Zheng Shan and Xue Li to go up the mountain?"
"Master uncle has a long-term vision, Zhuo Ting doesn't know..."
"snort!"
Ning Daoran smiled calmly and said, "In one year at most, your two brothers Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu will both be promoted to Baodan realm, but if so, their arrogance will become even more uncontrollable. If you want Longwu Mountain to prosper for a long time, you must not let this sect fall into the hands of Zhuo family, otherwise it will only take a moment for the walls to fall and the house to collapse.
Therefore, I tried my best to promote these two to serve as guardians, just to give you two more chess pieces. With Zheng Shan and Xue Li, your two brothers will not force you to give up the position of head. I let them go up the mountain so that you can use them to check your two brothers. Zhuo Yang and Zhuo Yu are too radical. They can be used, but they are not suitable for big tasks. Everything in Longwu Mountain will depend on you in the future."
"yes!"
Zhuo Ting pursed her red lips: "Uncle Master, are you leaving?"
"Well, I have already completed what Nie Shentong entrusted me with. There is nothing worth staying in Jicheng anymore. I just received a piece of news from the east coast of Yunzhou. There is no need for me to stay here anymore."
"When does Master plan to leave?"
"Now."
Ning Daoran smiled slightly, and his body turned into a wisp of green cloud and disappeared, but his real body was already dozens of miles away.
…
In the huge hall, Zhuo Ting was the only one standing there alone. Looking at the place where Ning Daoran disappeared, she felt as if she had lost something, but her mind became firm in an instant. She was now the master of Longwu Mountain and it was her turn to shoulder everything!
(End of this chapter)