Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding flew in the sky, concealed his form, and passed by cultivators fighting and treasure hunting without disturbing them in the slightest, even though they were all struggling for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures rarely seen in the outside world.

He didn't take any detours.

This place was filled with Golden Pill Monks fighting for opportunities, family Golden Pills killing loose Golden Pills, loose cultivators hunting down solitary Hei Clan cultivators—battlefields were everywhere.

If he took detours every time, he would never reach his destination.

A storage bag marked with a blood handprint floated in front of him, also enjoying the cover of the "Magnetic Concealment Skills".

"Blood Hand Demon Li Tu's storage bag should have some gains,"

Jiang Ding speculated.

Such loners, without a family or relatives, without a fixed domain, nomads of great villainy, generally like to carry all their possessions with them.

He estimated that Han Lin was just like this.

If someone managed to kill him, they would definitely strike it rich at once.

Of course, this was extremely difficult.

Although the person's strength was somewhat weak, his Kung Fu in escaping was quite formidable; it was indeed an incredible feat that he managed to escape from the hands of the Six Dao Saint, despite being only at the initial stage of Golden Pill.

Divine Sense surged into it.

Sword Intent of Destruction transformed into a brilliant azure sun, descending upon the Divine Sense Brand of the storage bag's prohibitions, layers of vile Blood Path prohibitions revealed, dissolving under the azure sword-light, eroding away to nothing.

His Divine Sense probed into the storage bag to take inventory.

"Not bad!"

Jiang Ding revealed an expression of joy.

"Although loose cultivators are poor, a loose cultivator at the top is undoubtedly a wealthy tycoon. The fame and fortune of the Blood Cloud Second Ride are there."

In the storage bag, there lay more than fifty Treasures, mostly mid to top-grade Magic Treasures, with few low-grade Treasures present. Just these alone were worth two to three billion Low-grade Spirit Stones, and they were the kind that could be effortlessly used to buy Third-order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

The remaining Third-order ores, Elixirs, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were countless, many of which still had fresh dirt on them, having been picked not long ago.

There were also a large number of Blood Path materials, like Blood Path beads and the like.

"Around nine billion Low-grade Spirit Stones."

Jiang Ding quickly calculated the total value, his heart thrilling: "Over eighty percent are Third-order items, with very few of the first and second order. I estimate that there is not only his wealth here but also a portion of the fortune of the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights."

"I can finally repay the loan from high school."

"Not just that, buddy still wants to donate three billion Low-grade Spirit Stones, mostly Third-order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, to show the little guys who score high in moral character behind me who the real tycoon is!"

The scholarship fund from the banyan tree was sourced from donations by high-level cultivators with high scores in moral character.

They received significant help in their youth, and once they were able to repay their loans, they often made substantial donations, even donating all but a little for their third-generation descendants to the banyan tree scholarship fund upon their deathbeds.

Because when high-level cultivators were on their deathbeds, their children and grandchildren had often already passed away, and the remaining descendants weren't very familiar, with only some blood ties remaining.

Emotionally speaking, they couldn't compare to others of their kind with high scores in moral character.

"Not bad, as a reward, I can let Li Tu die and ascend earlier."

"I can also repay some of the loan."

Jiang Ding's mood was great, but he also felt some regret: "What a pity, there are no Fourth-order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, so part of the loan simply can't be repaid."

He had borrowed ten billion Spirit Stones from the Central Bank of Immortal Sect over ten years ago, twenty percent of which were Fourth-order Legal Spirit Coins issued by Xianmen Sect, which could be used to buy Nascent Soul Stage Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures without restrictions.

These Spirit Stones must be repaid with Fourth-order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Mid-grade Spirit Stones and Top-grade Spirit Stones wouldn't do, as the Immortal Sect had the capability to artificially synthesize mid to top-grade Spirit Stones, which didn't hold much value.

Supreme Spirit Stones would also suffice, but that was much too expensive, as they were the kind used by Nascent Soul Cultivators.

During his flight, Jiang Ding glanced towards the distance.

"Kill! Kill!"

"You collateral mixed-blood mongrels dare to covet our clan's status, you all deserve to die!"

"You think you can? Your mother's slaves!"

Golden Pill Monks clashing was a common sight on this journey, but rarely did one see such a scene where two sides formed army formations, each unleashing magic and treasures to bombard each other with blood and flesh flying and splattering everywhere.

"Interesting."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

The two sides, one with over thirty people, and the other with over twenty, were both led by Golden Pill Peak Cultivators. Their eyes bloodshot as if seeing mortal enemies with whom they could not coexist, they fought to the death.

It was indeed a chaotic battle between the collateral and the direct lineage of the Hei Clan!

No longer constrained to verbal disputes or using subordinates as pawns, with various rules and cages as spears and shields, they had abandoned all pretense and had taken up their treasures to start a bloody slaughter.

Eradicating everyone causing trouble would solve the problem.

"Has the conflict between the legitimate and illegitimate lines of the Hei Clan spiraled out of control?"

Jiang Ding wondered.

The Great Sun Sect's emergence, the direct defeat of the Northern Plains families, and the reduction of their territories to one-third, resulted in countless deaths and injuries among Nascent Soul and Golden Pill Monks. More than ten families with thousands of years of glorious history were directly exterminated.

In the end, they barely survived by relying on the split within the Great Sun Sect.

But it wasn't over.

Perhaps after another five or six hundred years, once a new generation of Nascent Soul Monks grew up, the Great Sun Sect and the Great Sun Sword Sect could completely crush the Northern Plains clans with their sheer number of Nascent Soul Monks, eliminating them from the Northern Plains once and for all.

Under such circumstances, many Nascent Soul Monks began to think about change and reform.

Divine Crow Immortal was one of them.

Seeing that he didn't decisively suppress either the direct or collateral line, he likely didn't want to completely overhaul the clan system or lean in a particular direction but rather hoped for the best of both worlds, where the direct and illegitimate lines coexisted peacefully, bringing the Hei Clan's legacy back to prosperity.

Nascent Soul Immortals are highly confident creatures; they want everything.

They believe they can suppress everything.

And indeed, that was the case.

In the Beast Spirit Immortal City, regardless of how fiercely the direct and collateral lineages contended, it was all done in the shadows through the strength of their subordinates. They did not dare to defy the laws of the Immortal City or the will of the Nascent Soul Monks.

Otherwise, they would face unsympathetic death. Flattery, seeking favor, basking in pleasure, and familial ties were of no use to a Diabolism Patriarch Nascent Soul.

However, after entering the secret domain of the Falling Void Clan, the situation seemed to have undergone a drastic change.

It wasn't long before the battle below reached its conclusion.

Without any surprise, the collateral line of the Hei Clan emerged victorious.

Although their cultivation base and treasures were somewhat inferior, their coordination was better. They outnumbered the Hei Clan's direct line by half and had a will to fight that the pampered direct line Golden Pill Monks could not compare to.

Among them, there were even those who used their own bodies to shield their kin from the attacks of treasures and magic, fearlessly facing death with a fanatical spirit of sacrifice that moved Jiang Ding slightly.

The oppressed collateral line of the Northern Plains clans, given the slightest chance, would grow tenaciously and rush forward to the front.

Their team was at the peak of unity, will, and organization, in a rising phase, not stopping until their goals were achieved.

"Escape!"

"You dare to kill the direct line, the Patriarch will never spare you!"

As deaths continued, the will to fight of the Hei Clan's direct line Golden Pill Monks collapsed and they scattered to flee.

"Haha!"

The Golden Pill Monks of the Hei Clan's collateral line laughed heartily, pursuing closely without caring about the threats.

More casualties occurred, limbs severed, blood spattered across the sky, and in the end, only one or two direct line Post-golden Alchemists managed to escape.