Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Everyone's eyes trembled as they looked toward the Beast Spirit Heaven and Earth Treasures List.

"First, the Nine Dark Feather Knives, mid-grade Nascent Treasure."

"Nine Mother-Child Blades, capable of forming the Nine Evil Blood Kill Formation, requiring the direct lineage blood of the Hei Clan to activate. The blade is sharp, containing malicious curses, unsuitable for use by non-Nascent Soul Monks, requiring thirty thousand merits."

"Second, the Soul-Destroying Needle, Low-grade Nascent Treasure, formless and intangible..."

The first row consisted of the Nascent Treasures accumulated by the Hei Clan, highly valuable, enough to make even Nascent Soul Monks' hearts burn with desire, willing to take risks to snatch them away, with schemes, assassination, and robbery being commonplace, and no face lost in doing so.

Many Golden Pill Monks were aflame with greedy desire, their eyes subconsciously drifting toward the merit board.

The person with the highest merit had one thousand three hundred ninety-seven.

Not even a tenth of what was needed for a Nascent Treasure.

Like having cold water thrown over them, everyone felt a chill in their hearts in an instant.

However, much as they were loath to admit it, they had to concede.

Among them, the highest merit had come from jointly killing a few direct lineage Golden Pill members of the Hei Clan and damaging some of the Formation Methods.

Juxtaposed with a Nascent Treasure, their contributions were of little consequence.

Everyone's gaze swept over the dazzling fourth-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, forcibly restraining their eyes from looking, their minds from pondering their unimaginable value, and moved on to third-order items and some fourth-order elixirs and spirit mines.

Quickly, several items seized the attention of all the Golden Pill Monks, their eyes reddened, on the verge of madness.

"Sixteenth, one portion of Soul Cleansing Liquid, refined from numerous Golden Pill Divine Souls and bones, capable of increasing chances of advancing to Nascent Soul by ten percent, but will taint the Divine Soul, leading to reduced potential after advancing to Nascent Soul, valued at nine thousand merits."

"Twenty-first, one portion of the Black Crow Shedding, the remains left behind by a Hei Clan Nascent Soul Monk upon death, capable of increasing the chances of ascending to Nascent Soul by twenty percent, with the additional chance of bloodline reverting; usable by those of rich Hei Clan lineage, otherwise will lead to soul disarray and death, worth five thousand merits."

"Number..."

Infant Formation Spiritual Objects!

All of this drove every Golden Pill Monk to madness; many instinctively drew their weapons in a fight-or-flight response.

Jiang Ding silently watched them.

"We..."

Everyone's bodies trembled, barely regaining their rationality.

"Immortal, can our merits be stacked up and lent?"

Yu Zhong, unable to contain his restlessness, asked impatiently.

A myriad of third and fourth-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures may be good, but they all seemed insignificant compared to Infant Formation Spiritual Objects.

He was confident that, paying a great price, he could persuade many to lend him their merits. Even with the likelihood of ambushes and dangers that may follow, he couldn't care less.

"Impossible,"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

In the world of cultivation, many things simply cannot be exchanged up and down.

Low-grade Spirit Stones generally cannot buy third or fourth-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures—it was just a lack of more accurate equivalents, so Spirit Stones were used for comparison and counting, not true currency.

For these Golden Pill Monks, the same principle applied.

What was due was due.

He would not take advantage of others, but neither would he allow himself to be disadvantaged.

In the moment those words were spoken,

Jiang Ding suddenly felt strands of killing intent emanating from Yu Zhong and many Golden Pills, erupting suddenly, cold enough to chill Foundation-building cultivators to the bone, freezing their Divine Souls, robbing them of speech.

"Heavenly God..."

Yu Zhong and the other Golden Pill Monks spoke with fearful respect.

Jiang Ding said no more and offered no reaction.

With many Golden Pills daring not to speak any further, they buried their bitterness deep within and continued to survey the various Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, third-order Treasures, and particularly those of rare third-order, many of which could significantly boost their power, earnestly picking out the items they desired.

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm, unbothered by the tensions.

Actually, his heart was churning endlessly, shouting loudly with abandon, and his thoughts were wildly amok, completely unlike his indifferent exterior.

"Hahaha!"

"Struck it rich!"

"I, Heavenly Monarch Jiang, have made a fortune!!"

In the Sea of Divine Consciousness, a little figure in blue robes hugged a pile of Spirit Stones and shouted wildly, scattering them around again and again, in utter frenzy. He didn't stop even as a continuous rain of Spirit Stones fell from the sky.

"The total value is——"

The voice of the little figure in blue rose excitedly.

"One hundred and thirty-five billion!"

"The spoils of this battle are worth a total of one hundred and thirty-five billion Low-grade Spirit Stones!"

"Even if I have to give away two percent, that is, 2.7 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones, I still have one hundred and thirty-two point three billion Low-grade Spirit Stones left!"

"Uh... isn't that too little for them."

Jiang Ding suddenly thought of something, calculated briefly: "2.7 billion divided by one hundred twelve equals... two million four hundred thousand. Each Golden Pill Monk should be able to get a fortune of over two million Low-grade Spirit Stones. Of course, they can choose Third-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure without restriction."

"An average of two million four hundred thousand per person."

"This...to tell the truth, it's a bit little, considering it's a life-on-the-line business."

Jiang Ding's face revealed a hesitant, indecisive expression.

"Working with me, brother, it's not about everyone getting rich, but we can't be too stingy either."

"If this gets out, can I, Heavenly Monarch, still save face?"

Reputation is not just about face; sometimes it can also turn into tangible benefits.

Like this time,

If it weren't for Tushan Sword Cultivator's reputation for keeping his word unfailingly, these Golden Pill Monks would never have compromised so quickly to turn against the Hei Clan.

Even if they were willing to betray, it wouldn't be likely that so many would act together; it would be good enough if three to four out of ten were willing to trust.

How could anyone place their life and fortune in the hands of a stranger they knew nothing about?

Of course, we would still have managed to break the Black Feather Heavenly God Slaughter Ten Thousand Spirits Formation eventually, but it would have taken who knows how much longer.

"Enough, Heaven Monarch Jiang must aim for the long haul."

"What is Spirit Stone but dung?"

Jiang Ding's heart ached, but he still said indifferently, "My fellow cultivators, today is a day of great joy as a great scourge of the Northern Plains has been removed. To express my congratulations, I will give you all an additional gift."

He pointed at the merit list again, and everyone's merit value fluctuated once more, each increasing by eight million Low-grade Spirit Stone's worth of merits.

"Immortal... you..."

Yu Zhong was stunned.

Wei Qingqing was stunned.

All the Golden Pill Monks were simultaneously dumbfounded, doubting if their eyes were deceiving them, their ears ringing.

"My fellow cultivators, could it be you find my congratulatory gift too insubstantial?"

Jiang Ding feigned displeasure.

His heart was bleeding.

With such a simple gesture, eight billion Low-grade Spirit Stones had evaporated, faster than burning fire, quieter than throwing them into the sea, turning into clouds of smoke in an instant. The Spirit Stones grew wings and flew away from Heaven Monarch one by one.

"Not at all!"

"Your generosity is boundless, Immortal, we lesser cultivators are undeserving!"

"In all my years of cultivation, I have never encountered an Immortal like you. I wish I could follow you at all times, unafraid of a thousand deaths."

Many Golden Pill Monks who had previously harbored killing intent now felt ashamed, they prostrated deeply on the ground, thoroughly convinced, with no complaints in their hearts, both emotionally and reasonably.