Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

A large group of Golden Pill Monks dispersed rapidly in all directions, pouncing like hungry tigers.

Those who received the order were not allowed to fight; whoever got to the elixirs first would own them, and it was not a time to be courteous.

Of course, elixirs and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were not simply growing on the ground for anyone to pick.

Those who were not from the Luoxu Clan still had to break through various Formation Methods in order to pick them, so luck was both important and unimportant—it still depended on one’s actual strength.

Only Jiang Ding, Six Dao Saint, and Han Lin were left on the spot.

Jiang Ding didn’t need to act; he could obtain the largest share by simply waiting, so naturally, there was no need for him to make a move. The Six Dao Saint, on the other hand, was not interested, as if he needed Nascent Soul Stage elixirs, he could also obtain them within the Liudao Sect.

Although it was a significant wealth, he was really not in the mood given the current situation.

”Go on.”

Jiang Ding looked at Han Lin, who was bursting with eagerness. Although this person’s strength was weak, his ability to seek out and explore treasures and break prohibitions was certainly not weak and he should be able to gain a lot.

”If you have the ability, go and take your own elixirs. Third grade, fourth grade, it doesn’t matter; three-tenths of it will belong to me, and in addition, you must not attack others.”

He warned slightly.

Despite this guy’s obedient appearance, he most likely hadn’t done less of the work of profiting as a fisherman, sneaking into other people’s ancestral lands to pick elixirs and excavate Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures; it’s just that his bottom line might be slightly higher, usually not harming others.

”Rest assured, Tushan Master!”

Han Lin grinned sheepishly.

He hesitated for a long time, unwilling to leave, as if he had something to say but stopped short.

”Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng...”

Jiang Ding knew what he was thinking, and after pondering for a moment said, ”Go ahead and search. If you find it, you can keep seven-tenths of it. If you find it but can’t catch it, if you can pinpoint its location precisely, I will share three-tenths with you.”

”Remember, if someone else has more skillful means and captures it first, you must not lose your rationality and fly into a rage; you must let go.”

”Tushan Master’s teachings are correct!”

Han Lin was overjoyed and dashed towards the Spiritual Medicine Garden like a whirlwind.

In this area, he had full confidence.

The Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng, the quintessence of earth, was most adept at earth escape and Concealment; for others, not to mention capturing it, even seeing it was difficult. Only because of certain reasons, he had an extremely keen sensitivity to wood-attributed spirits, which enabled him to find it multiple times.

Regrettably, its earth escape technique was truly too mysterious; often times, before he could actually make contact within a hundred feet, it would already vanish without a trace.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest and rejuvenate.

Loose Cultivators of the Luoxu Clan knew little, but the Northern Plains’ families certainly had historical records, they wouldn’t take a matter of such importance lightly, it was just because the Luoxu Order didn’t allow Nascent Soul Monks to enter.

Outside the Luoxu Clan, there might be Nascent Soul Monks hidden within the Half-space Layer, lying in wait.

This aspect had to be carefully considered in advance.

The Six Dao Saint sat upright and proper beside him, like a child, observing etiquette; as long as the host didn’t ask, he would not initiate conversation.

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Over two hundred Golden Pill Cultivators, without any internal fighting, focused on deciphering Formation Methods and picking elixirs; what kind of efficiency would that be?

The Six Dao Saint watched eagerly as one by one, the Golden Pill Cultivators reluctantly returned the designated three-tenths of the elixirs, slowly piling up into a Little Mountain in front of him, and he couldn’t help but swallow a gulp of saliva.

Such an enormous wealth, among which were plenty of Nascent Soul Stage elixirs,

was also a tremendous fortune even to a Nascent Soul Monk!

If digested with great concentration over decades, it could even enable a Nascent Soul Monk to advance further in Cultivation Base.

For a Golden Pill Cultivator, this was an astronomical figure beyond imagination.

Even though he was the Saint Heir of the Liudao Sect, he had never owned so many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Although the masters of the Xianmen Sect were polite in speech, for an insignificant Golden Pill Monk, even one known as an Elite, to covet the interests they had delineated was like a mayfly shaking a tree, a disgraceful endeavor of their own seeking.

”For this formation, first strike its Qian Position, then after seven breaths, strike its Li Position…”

Jiang Ding didn’t always sit with his eyes closed in meditation; occasionally, he would open his eyes and say something to a certain One-Eyed Cicada.

This was when his subordinate Golden Pill Monks encountered a difficult Formation Method problem that even after seeking help from several Array Masters, they could not break through and had to seek assistance.

The price was the same for everyone.

From an original even split among seventy percent of participating Cultivators to an even split among thirty percent, a whole forty percent of the harvest was lost, and a baseline value was required. If one couldn’t meet the set bar, there was nothing to gain, and all things had to be turned in.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, no one dared disturb those higher up.

The Golden Pill Monks broke through formations, picked Elixirs, processed Elixirs, and were busily engaged, each reaping significant rewards, especially Cultivators with high Cultivation Base and Formation Dao skills, who earned a full load.

This further ignited the Cultivators’ enthusiasm, almost to the point of digging three feet into the ground of the Spiritual Medicine Garden.

Two months later.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at the storage bag specially designated for the harvest from the Spiritual Medicine Garden. Even with his current Dao Heart, his breath couldn’t help but hitch.

”I’ve struck it rich…”

Elixirs of various attributes and grades were stored in specially made Jade Boxes, piled up into a mountain with a Qi so dense it formed clouds. The storage bag couldn’t completely conceal it and the fragrance of the Elixirs was overwhelming.

The only regret was that the Nine Heavens Fragments of the Luoxu Clan were too small, making it difficult for the Elixirs to grow beyond the fourth rank, otherwise, the harvest would have been even greater.

”Let me calculate…”

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and calculated bit by bit.

”Around the value of 2.7 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones!”

”Among them, Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures of the fourth rank make up about five billion Low-grade Spirit Stones in value, and these can easily be exchanged within the Xianmen Sect for fourth-rank items.”

”No, that’s too conservative. These fourth-rank Elixirs are quite rare. The Xianmen Sect rarely sees them, and they will likely sell for more than their valuation.”

”I hereby announce that Mu Tiansnow has fallen from the top of the kind-hearted list, and the Luoxu Clan has become the number one kind-hearted entity!”

Jiang Ding’s expression was calm, but inside he was excitedly shouting and cheering incessantly.

”I can pay off the debts now.”

”This is the charm of the platform!”

”In the past, one had to fight tooth and nail, risking one’s life, and for what? A mere few coins?”

”Whereas now, without doing a thing, just sitting still, Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures fly right into my pocket. It’s really too easy.”

Jiang Ding’s thoughts drifted, imagining himself creating order for the entire world, calculating how much he could save each year after fixed expenses were deducted.

By then, everything within sight, the roads, the flowers and trees, the mountains, it would not be difficult to pave them all with Spirit Stones.

”Lord Tushan, what shall we do next…”

A trembling voice inquired.

Immortal Baimei and the rest of the Golden Pill Monks were gathered, all sharp and shrewd elders, who with a bit of calculation, reached a figure that made their bodies unusually hot.

Their eyes turned red, and they stared unblinkingly, nearly unable to restrain themselves from swooping down on the ordinary-looking youth to plunder him completely.

”Fellow Daoists, please wait a little longer.”

Jiang Ding, sensing the mood shift among the Golden Pill Monks, gave them a slight smile.

A chill ran through the crowd.

With great willpower, they struggled to move their reddening eyes elsewhere.