Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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A true mountain of gold and silver abruptly descended!

Jiang Ding fell into a long, dreamlike state, as if he were stepping on cotton, dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

"This..."

It took Jiang Ding a long time to steady his mind and regain his rationality, and he did not immediately agree. He said in a deep voice, "This is almost equivalent to the century-long savings of the Xianmen Sect. Isn't this too much? Can we even survive the days ahead?"

"It's not quite reasonable."

"I don't accept it, I appeal."

To him, the Xianmen Sect was not a cash cow or a scapegoat.

It was the foundation of his very existence!

Without the Xianmen Sect, setting aside security and emotions, he wouldn't even know who to approach for the extrapolation of his cultivation method.

Even for peerless elites facing such complex and overwhelming extrapolation work, despair would arise. This was the exploration completed by countless generations of sword cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion over tens of thousands of years.

Awarding a Golden Pill Monk with so much was not appropriate.

Just like the power he was once part of in Tushan Immortal City, if a Qi Practitioner offered a Divinity Transformation cultivation method, he wouldn't reward them with all his earnings from a hundred years.

Never mind fairness or anything like that.

When dealing with two entities of such disparity in size, affecting the life and death of hundreds of millions, fairness is not the primary concern.

Not to forcefully take but to do one's best to shelter, guide the growth of the Qi Practitioner towards becoming a Golden Pill, and then to return the comprehended Divinity Transformation cultivation method—this would be considered settlement.

Jiang Ding did not feel there was anything despicable about this on a moral level.

On the contrary, looking around at the cultivators from other worlds, he believed he was noble in character, almost a saint-like cultivator, a paragon of perfection.

Whoever dares to disagree, just beat them to death.

Putting oneself in another's shoes, as a small force leader, Jiang Ding thought that the Xianmen Sect was giving too much to a Golden Pill Monk, which wasn't what a power aspiring for long-term growth should do.

The current situation of the Xianmen Sect wasn't exactly stable as Mount Tai.

Among the Eight Great Immortal Sects, Wanshou Immortal Sect, Xuanwu tiangong, and Shadow Demon Abyss were directly hostile, stationing troops at the borders, while the rest of the sects claimed neutrality yet also showed signs of restlessness, teetering on the edge of hostility.

Any diplomat or domain relation expert wouldn't dare guarantee that the others wouldn't declare war at any moment.

In such circumstances, allocating nearly a century's worth of fiscal reserves posed a significant risk, and wasn't a wise decision.

"Citizen, please comply."

"This is a resolution from the Xianmen Sect's supreme committee, under the supervision of the Central Array Spirit Computer."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer came through, "The first law of the Xianmen Sect is the foundation of the sect's existence, and no violation is permitted."

"Whether it's well-intentioned or malicious, any reason, any excuse, must be followed. This is the ironclad law."

"Additionally, the issuance of the reward has fully considered the expenditure reality of the Xianmen Sect and the value of the related knowledge, so there is no problem at all."

"Your request has been denied."

Jiang Ding fell silent.

For a long time.

He faced the Martyrs Monument in the Xiandu square and deeply bowed to the ground.

"The breadth of mind of the sages is something I cannot match."

"Compared to them, I am truly like a grain of rice under the Great Sun or a speck of dust in the world, incomparable by ten-thousandths."

Jiang Ding let out a long sigh.

In his heart, he recollected how, from the first generation of rulers, countless martyrs bravely and selflessly marched forward to their deaths. These historical giants looked far into the future to a terrifying extent.

With just these mere ten thousand years, they laid the foundation for the dominance of the domain.

It was no coincidence.

Just like the rise of the Luoxu Clan in the Northern Plains, there was a certain inevitability to it.

"Acknowledged, clear and understood."

Jiang Ding gathered his thoughts and said solemnly.

"The reward is being distributed..."

"Distribution successful. Your account has been credited with this year's two billion Library APP points, please check your account."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer came through,

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Suddenly, unseen laws enveloped the Golden Emperor Map, and the scroll slowly disappeared without a trace.

This scroll would be stored in the highly protected Xiandu library, where any citizen, not stripped of their political rights and proven to be capable of reading, could study and ponder over it.

For the time being, even with numerous protective measures in place, only Nascent Soul Cultivators are able to comprehend a fraction of its contents.

If those most intelligent and creative cultivators in the history of Xianmen Sect achieved any breakthrough, Xianmen's scientific technology in certain areas would undergo leaps and bounds, exploding in growth.

Naturally, there is also the possibility of gaining nothing, suffering heavy losses.

Many things in the science of immortality are just like this.

Even if the direction is known and great efforts are made, whether it will succeed and when it will succeed are unknown.

It is like the perpetual 'fifty-year phenomenon' of nuclear fusion application technology in scientific development from over ten thousand years ago.

But one must not refrain from acting out of fear of potential heavy losses and gaining nothing.

The progress of the science of immortality lies in these unceasing explorations, advancing bit by bit, never giving up.

The Central Array Spirit Computer departed.

The Silver Sky Island dormitory reverted to a private state, free from disturbance.

"Two billion library credits..."

Jiang Ding logged into the Library APP to check his account, and taking a deep breath at the long string of zeros, he felt his newly steadied heart begin to fluctuate again, his blood surging.

It was like returning to over one hundred and fifty years ago, when he was in high school, with no certainty at all.

A rough conversion equaled forty billion low-grade Spirit Stones.

"Convert to Spirit Stones?"

"The market for library credits is still very stable right now."

A thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind.

"Bullshit!"

"Vulgar, vulgar, too vulgar! Intolerably vulgar!"

"Would a Great Sun Swordsman of Xianmen Sect, the great Heavenly Monarch Jiang, a future True Immortal, seem like someone short of Spirit Stones? Impossible, there's no possibility of that."

Jiang Ding sneered dismissively, casting the thought far from his mind, lest it degrade his dignity.

"Great Sun Nascent Soul Art!"

Without much thought, the problem that lay across his path like an insurmountable iron mountain came to mind.

If this problem remained unsolved, he would forever stay at the Golden Pill Peak and would die at the age of six hundred.

"Central Array Spirit Computer, please calculate the time for developing the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art after an annual investment of two billion library credits."

Jiang Ding asked.

In general, with simpler queries, as long as he was not in danger, the Central Array Spirit Computer wouldn't bother with such massive calculations.

"Library credits are being deducted, please confirm the bill..."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer transmitted.

Jiang Ding, without looking at the amount, casually signed his name on it.

"Please wait..."

After more than two months, the calculation results emerged.

"An annual investment of ten billion library credits can shorten the time by forty-six point seven percent, needing only one thousand nine hundred and seventy-two years to complete with a high probability."

"Investing more library credits will not yield additional benefits."

"Please note that this is a high probability estimation, relating to the Sword Dao, for which relevant materials are rare, compromising the precision of the Central Array Spirit Computer's projections."

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded.

The remaining library credits, he also planned to spend.

To hire many Nascent Soul Cultivators to work.

Offering them library credits would make them very happy and wouldn't delay their own cultivation and research, as library credits could compensate for everything.

This was the computing power of the Refining Nothingness level.