Chapter 405: Fate Card Broken
Late at night, on the main peak of Liuhua Island, on a cliff.
The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the cliff is particularly cold and quiet.
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, surrounded by wisps of Evergreen magic. At this moment, he could practice anywhere, and his choice of place for practice was extremely casual.
"Sir."
Sui Zhuyue was wearing a dark green long dress. Far behind her, Sui Rufeng, a descendant of the Sui family, stood respectfully but did not dare to step forward.
"Bamboo Moon."
Ning Daoran opened his eyes and said calmly, "You have been practicing with me for sixty years. During this sixty years, I think I have treated you well and lived up to the trust of Daoist Friend Sui Xuan. From now on, it is up to you to decide where to go next. Do you understand what I mean?"
"yes……"
Sui Zhuyue's shoulders trembled, a layer of mist covered her beautiful eyes, and she said with tears in her eyes: "My lord, Zhuyue can't bear to leave you..."
"The path to immortality is so long and profound, how can we talk about giving up and not giving up?"
Ning Daoran tapped the storage bag lightly, and a fiery red puppet floated out of it. It was the three third-grade top-quality fire dragon puppets that he had exchanged from Ling Yuhan. Lin Man returned the puppet before leaving. She had now reached the Nascent Soul stage and no longer needed it.
Looking down, I saw the dragon's head raised, looking quite ferocious, with a strong aura of golden elixir magic power lingering around it.
This puppet is comparable to the combat power of a late Jindan cultivator, and is already a priceless treasure in an ordinary immortal cultivation family.
Ning Daoran waved his hand and pushed the Fire Dragon Puppet towards Sui Zhuyue, saying: "This puppet is given to you. You need to remember that this puppet can only be used to protect yourself. Don't abuse it to kill others, so as not to bring yourself a fatal disaster!"
Sui Zhuyue knelt slowly, tears falling one by one on the grass at her feet, and said softly: "Zhuyue remembers..."
"Go ahead."
Ning Daoran smiled and said, "You have your own path, and so do I. Meeting each other is fate, there is no need to force more."
"Thank you, sir..."
Sui Zhuyue brought the fire dragon puppet down the mountain, looking back every ten steps, her eyes red.
"aunt……"
Sui Rufeng gritted his teeth, with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Let's go..."
Sui Zhuyue summoned a flying boat and took Sui Rufeng straight into the sky, and in a blink of an eye they disappeared into the twilight of the fairy island.
Ning Daoran could only sigh. After sixty years of companionship, they would eventually have to part. This was the way the world was, and so was life. Even if one cultivated to become an immortal, he would eventually have to face countless separations. Not to mention that it was inevitable for mortals, even if one achieved Mahayana Buddhism or even a Daluo Jinxian in the future, his lifespan would by no means be eternal.
Immortality is nothing more than a fantasy of mortals.
…
"Uncle Ning..."
At the foot of the mountain, a figure floated over. It was Huang Yiyi.
Huang Yiyi was already in the middle stage of foundation building at this time. She was wearing an apricot yellow long dress and was extremely beautiful. She was not inferior to Sui Zhuyue in terms of appearance. She pursed her red lips and said, "Before Sister Zhuyue left, she had already handed over the island's land deeds, house deeds, accounts, etc. to me. In addition, she also left the keys to the major treasuries with her."
"Oh..." Ning Daoran nodded.
"also……"
Huang Yiyi's eyes turned red: "She left a storage bag, and all her savings over the years are in it. She only took some spiritual tools and magic weapons with her."
Ning Daoran took the storage bag and glanced around. He saw a pile of mid-grade spirit stones neatly arranged inside. These were Sui Zhuyue's 10% share of the income from Liuhua Island over the years, but he didn't expect that she didn't take any with her.
"Sister Zhuyue said that Uncle Ning's willingness to take her in and save her from bad luck was a great favor. She really couldn't take any more treasures from the island, so she left them all behind."
"knew."
Ning Daoran sighed with emotion and said, "From now on, Yiyi, you will be the general manager of the island. You will be in charge of all major matters. As usual, you can take 10% of all the spiritual stone income on the island for your own cultivation."
"Okay, thank you Uncle Ning..."
Huang Yiyi pursed her red lips and bowed.
…
In this way, half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and Sui Zhuyue returned to Lingzhu Mountain without any news.
"Uncle Ning!"
One day, Ning Daoran had just walked out of the cave when he saw Huang Yiyi rushing in with a letter in her hand. She smiled and said, "A letter from Sister Zhuyue!"
"oh?"
Ning Daoran smiled slightly, then took the letter, which was addressed personally to the young master and sister Yiyi.
Huang Yiyi came up behind him in a flash and looked at the letter with him. After taking out the letter, they found that it was full of beautiful handwriting. Sui Zhuyue had been recording all the accounts on the island for many years, so her handwriting was naturally very good.
As for the content, it is all about returning to Lingzhu Mountain.
With the return of Sui Zhuyue, the Sui family of Lingzhu Mountain gained great prestige. In order to avenge the murder of the Sui family ancestor, Sui Zhuyue challenged the Li family ancestor to a duel and killed him directly. Then he led the Sui family members into the hinterland of Lingzhu Mountain, killed all the Li family cultivators, and took back the second-grade middle-grade spiritual vein.
Half a month later, the descendants of the Li family were indignant about the murder of their ancestor, and spent a lot of spirit stones to hire a Jindan early stage cultivator to assassinate Sui Zhuyue. However, they did not expect to be killed instantly by Sui Zhuyue's flying dragon puppet.
At this point, Sui Zhuyue's name became famous in the Lingzhu Mountain area. All the local cultivators learned that he had a third-grade top-quality puppet, so they all made friends with him.
Within a few months, the Sui family had firmly established itself on the throne of the Lord of Lingzhu Mountain and worshipped Sui Zhuyue as their ancestor.
However, Sui Zhuyue did not covet power. Instead, he gave the position of the head of the family to a young cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building in the clan. He retreated behind the scenes and began to trace back to the past of his father Sui Xuan. He learned some things about Sui Xuan's childhood from some elders in the clan and enjoyed it.
In the letter, Sui Zhuyue recounted her experiences in Lingzhu Mountain and told some interesting stories, and she was in a very good mood.
Perhaps, this is the immortal life that Sui Zhuyue wanted, instead of being confined on Liuhua Island and only being able to deal with some account books and ledgers every day. Ning Daoran letting her go can be regarded as a kind of fulfillment.
At the end of the letter, Sui Zhuyue said that she wanted to travel outside for a while longer and was not in a hurry to return to Liuhua Island. She also hoped that the young master and sister Yiyi would not miss her too much.
"Uncle Ning..."
Huang Yiyi bit her red lips and said softly, "Sister Zhuyue, don't you want to come back?"
"Not really."
Ning Daoran smiled and said, "Zhu Yue has lived on Liuhua Island for sixty years. After managing such a large family business, it's time for her to live the life she wants."
Huang Yiyi nodded and said nothing more.
…
Ning Daoran's mind was clear. Sui Zhuyue's departure had no effect on him. He still practiced hard every day and worked hard for the late stage of Jindan.
Thus, five years passed in the blink of an eye.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This year, Ning Daoran is exactly three hundred years old!
The main peak of Liuhua Island is inside Lingpu Cave.
"Boom~~~"
As Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes, an extremely powerful spiritual pressure surged out of his body like a tidal wave, instantly causing Xiaobai, Dabenlu, Xiaoheizi and others to squint their eyes and have difficulty breathing.
After three hundred years, he finally succeeded in breaking through!
At this moment, Ning Daoran officially advanced to the late stage of the Golden Core! At the moment he entered the late stage of the Golden Core, the Dantian Qi Sea instantly expanded by more than double, and the five Golden Cores became more and more brilliant. At this time, Ning Daoran's mana strength and soul strength increased by at least more than double! "Ahhh~~"
The big stupid deer looked at Ning Daoran with a proud look on his face.
"Old deer."
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly: "I have already been promoted to the late Jindan stage, so don't hide it. I know that you have enough foundation. Just let everything take its course. There is no need to suppress it."
"Yo Yo~~~"
The big stupid deer let out a deer cry and raised its head high. Suddenly, an extremely strong aura burst out from its body, sweeping across the entire Lingpu Cave Heaven. In just a moment, it had successfully broken through the ranks and became a third-order late-stage demon beast, only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage demon beast! "Gudong..."
The black-clothed teenager, Xiao Heizi, couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Big Brother and Brother Lu were really awesome. Breaking through the realm was as easy as eating and drinking water. It was so easy to step into the late stage of Jindan? ! In fact, it was not easy at all. Ning Daoran had endured a full hundred years for this late stage of Jindan.
"Young Master and Bai Lu have both broken through the ranks, cause for celebration!"
Xiao Bai smiled faintly and said, "Sir, I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"you say."
"Sir, you are 300 years old this year. Should we hold a grand 300th birthday party?"
“No need.”
Ning Daoran waved his hand and said, "Let's just get together. Lao Lu and I will cook some dishes and invite Huang Yiyi over. We can all have a good meal together."
"good."
…
That night, the moon was full and hung high in the sky.
Ning Daoran drank a pot of spiritual wine and felt extremely emotional. He had been cultivating immortality for three hundred years, but the people around him left one after another, and in the end, he really was going to become a thousand-year-old turtle.
"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven..."
He sighed.
On the side, Xiao Bai's eyes lit up: "Young Master, you are so poetic and picturesque. Such quatrains should be passed down through the ages..."
“Ahhh!!!”
The big stupid deer also raised his neck and shouted, indicating that the eldest brother has always been very cultured and is definitely completely different from those cultivators who only know how to fight and kill.
Xiao Heizi was perched on the cliff, staring straight at the bright moon in the sky, as if thinking about something.
He was thinking about how happy he was when he was still a happy black fish, playing in the stream outside the Chaos Sect every day. Later, he was brought to the fish pond by his elder brother's water diversion channel, and accidentally embarked on a life of cultivation. Now he is already a middle-stage Jindan ancestor-level black dragon! To be honest, if the little black fish traveled back at this time, it would be more than enough to serve as the "first saint" in the Five Saints Sect. Even if he cultivated the essence of Guishui, it would not be a problem for him to compete with the Aries Demon Queen! The world is like a chess game, so mysterious that the little black fish is drunk without drinking.
On the side, Ning Xiaogui transformed into a young man in a green short-sleeved shirt, leaning next to Brother Hei, also feeling nostalgic. He missed the big lake in his hometown a little.
Ning Daoran sat on the cliff under the moon, holding a wine jug, feeling deeply sentimental.
But at this moment, something in the storage bag suddenly made a buzzing sound.
“Snap!”
A frightening crack appeared on the jade plate in the storage bag. It was Han Bing's token!
…
"Junior sister!"
Ning Daoran trembled all over and suddenly felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
A new week, asking for monthly tickets~~~ I am really brave, I still dare to ask for tickets at this time, haha~~~ (End of this chapter)