Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

On a teleportation formation within a 3,000-kilometer range, another youth in blue opened his eyes.

”All went smoothly.”

”For now, within the borders of the Demon Country, it’s relatively stable; there’s no trouble from Qiyu Sect or Xuetu Hall, and basically no Golden Pill cultivators around. Armor-25 should be sufficient to handle it.”

Jiang Ding disconnected from the nanoscale liquid state robot and vanished from the teleportation formation.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate a Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein.

Who wouldn’t like something that could increase cultivation speed without any side effects?

The location was just too awkward.

Positioned as a bridgehead where the Northern Plains Immortal Cultivation World entered the Three Kingdoms, should a Nascent Soul aged monster happen to pass by one day, everything would be lost in an instant.

Even an encrypted teleportation formation wouldn’t necessarily be safe, as Nascent Soul cultivators had begun to tap into spatial powers, capable of short-distance instantaneous movement.

If not encrypted,

just like the numerous escape teleportation formations within the headquarters of Xuetu Hall and Qiyu Sect, no matter how many teleportations there were, the Nascent Soul aged monsters would smack them all out, ensuring not a single one slipped through.

After dozens of teleportations covering tens of thousands of kilometers, a teleportation formation beneath a deep pool within Chizhong Mansion lit up.

”This place is indeed reassuring.”

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Jiang Ding relaxed slightly and sat down cross-legged.

This place could be said to have been undiscovered by any humans for at least thousands of years since his arrival; it was an unknown location with natural Concealment Arrays, completely devoid of man-made traces.

Even for a Nascent Soul aged monster,

unless they knew beforehand that there was someone here and searched meticulously, they would absolutely be unable to find this place.

”Now, it’s time to open the treasure chest!”

”No need for incense bathing and cleansing, sincerity is what matters.”

Jiang Ding tossed out two storage bags, one fiery red, made from some kind of animal hide, tied with a red string—instantly recognizable as crude in craftsmanship and archaic, undoubtedly revealing the distinct style of the Demon Race.

The other was made of pure black fabric that quietly echoed with the wails of aggrieved souls, coming from Patriarch Bai Gui.

”Just warming up.”

Jiang Ding took hold of the fiery red fox hide storage bag of the Chiyan Fox King.

It shouldn’t have been like this, but since the Chiyan Fox King had once been captured by Immortal Tiankuang, it was hard to say how much was left inside the storage bag.

Divine Sense and Sword Intent surged in.

Boom!

An Azure Great Sun descended from the heavens, shattering and dissolving the various not-so-mysterious layers of Spirit Consciousness Restrictions in its path. The red light of the storage bag flickered, turning into an unowned state.

A sweep of Divine Sense passed over it.

”No surprises.”

Jiang Ding showed a look of disappointment.

Within the storage bag, all Third-order items had vanished without a trace, not even a single elixir remained. The greed of Immortal Tiankuang was so alarming that nothing was left.

However, he did not regret refusing Immortal Tiankuang’s storage bag.

If it wasn’t his spoil of war, he wouldn’t want it.

It meant owing a favor for nothing.

Both of them were lords of great forces, entangled with complex karmic ties, and their favors were quite dangerous.

Furthermore, he was still looking for an opportunity to kill Mu Tiansnow, to take back the Law-Breaking Steel bullets.

Having accepted a gift would have made it somewhat difficult to take action.

The remaining Second-Order Spiritual Medicine, Second-Order Spiritual Gold, animal hides, and the like were plentiful, certainly worth around twenty million Low-grade Spirit Stones.

”The last one, Patriarch Bai Gui, don’t disappoint me.”

”Bring out the same force you used to threaten and intimidate me eighteen years ago.”

Jiang Ding spoke to himself, closed his eyes to regulate his breath, taking some time to recover to an optimal state.

Boom!

The Azure Great Sun descended once again, and a mere inanimate object simply couldn’t resist. The layers of Spirit Consciousness Restriction on the storage bag, more intricate than those on the Chiyan Fox King, melted away, broke open, and the self-destruct Formation was triggered. However, it was swept aside before it could spread.

Divine Sense surged into it.

”Not bad.”

Jiang Ding’s spirits lifted.

”As expected of a man who dares to threaten a future Heavenly Monarch, he does have some standards.”

The first thing that caught his eye was approximately three thousand kilograms of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper!

”Add to that the two thousand kilograms seized from the Demon Country’s treasury, and dismantling his Life Treasure, the total sum comes to over eight thousand kilograms.”

”That’s enough!”

”The future Air-Space Battleship’s coating that could carry one thousand and twenty-four Dyson’s Sunglasses Sword-shape Drones, the internal storage space for onboard aircraft, plus the expansion space for the fourth-order Electromagnetic Main Gun Formation—this should all suffice.”

Jiang Ding was overjoyed and continued to look.

Over ten million Spirit Stones, including over a hundred high-grade ones, approximately a thousand kilograms of various third-order Spiritual Golds, and plenty of second-order and first-order items, roughly equating to the value of thirty million Low-grade Spirit Stones.

”My wealth has soared once again.”

Jiang Ding calculated in his mind.

”Counting the Demon Country’s treasure and the spoils of war from this period, not including the Gray Iron Stones and Mercury Silver Magical Gold, and other unsellable items like Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper.”

”All other items, such as fragments of Treasures, Ghost Artifacts, and so on, roughly converted into Spirit Stones.”

”In total, two hundred and seventy million Low-grade Spirit Stones!”

”I am now the number one Foundation-building rich man of Xianmen Sect.”

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

”Of course, we can’t count the offspring of Nascent Soul Cultivators or those special favorite Foundation-building cultivators blessed by a strong Immortal of Nascent Soul. They’re too powerful; even a bit of their leftovers is a goal unattainable through the struggle of countless cultivators their entire lives.”

”Still, there aren’t enough Spirit Stones.”

Jiang Ding slowly calmed down.

”The cost of a Nascent Soul level Air-Space Mothership generally starts at around one billion Low-grade Spirit Stones. My Air-Space Battleship aims to match the Nascent Soul level power and is to carry one thousand and twenty-four Mirror Sword-shaped Drones. With a higher construction difficulty, it’s quite reasonable to double the price to two billion Low-grade Spirit Stones.”

”Additionally, a large number of fourth-order materials are needed, which can’t be purchased with Low-grade Spirit Stones.”

”While I’m still in school, and Xianmen Sect hasn’t assigned me any combat missions, these materials cannot be reimbursed.”

He showed a look of headache.

”Let’s keep looking. If the production of Mercury Silver Magical Gold is sufficient, it might be possible to exchange it for fourth-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.”

”Lastly, there are all these ghostly items and zombies from Patriarch Bai Gui, as well as the living captives...”

Jiang Ding let out a light exclamation as he placed his Divine Sense on a pile of Diabolism items set for destruction and salvation.

Inside, in the coffins, there was the breath of living creatures.

Divine Sense tore through some restrictions and burst inside.

”It turns out to be an acquaintance.”

”Diabolism cultivators have a fondness for these living, talented cultivators.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

In those coffins were indeed the Foundation-building cultivators of the Qiyu Sect, the ones with the lowest aptitude at twinling root, upon whom Spirit Soul Restrictions had been placed without knowing their intended use.

In one corner, treasured and set apart, was the acting sect leader of the Qiyu Sect, a cultivator with a Sky Spiritual Root, a disciple of the Supreme Elder, Li Qingyun!

”The initial labor force needed to build the Demon Country, no, to build the Tushan Dojo, is now in place.”

Jiang Ding talked to himself.

He did not open it there.

He feared he would not restrain himself from silencing them since past minor acquaintanceships couldn’t stand in the way of foundational security issues.

The teleportation Formation shimmered faintly.

Not sparing any effort, he activated the teleportation Formation over a dozen times to send them to the Demon Country.