Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 160 - 152 He Should Be Grateful to Us_1

Both of them were settled near the peak of Tianleifeng Peak.

Inside an elegant and simple thatched cottage.

The two Golden Pill Cultivators only patted their shoulders before leaving.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, cultivating with his eyes closed.

The concentration of spiritual energy here was the densest he had ever witnessed in his life, with Gold Affinity Spiritual Energy particles practically everywhere, and they spontaneously flowed toward him through his Dao Body Embryo, his True Qi cultivation visibly increasing little by little.

This must be at least a Third-tier Spiritual Vein!

For Qi Practitioners and Xiantian Martial Artists, this was a rare opportunity.

"Brother Jiang, what do you think those immortals think of our senses?"

Compared to him, Li Qingyun was somewhat anxious, pacing back and forth inside the cottage, restless and agitated.

He naturally also felt the dense Water Affinity Spiritual Energy particles in the air, but with his Internal Qi Realm cultivation, he could not assimilate them for his own use.

"Be at ease."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"Anyway, we’re already much better off than the others, so why worry about gains and losses?"

"That’s also true."

Li Qingyun was taken aback and bowed slightly.

"I stand corrected."

He imitated Jiang Ding, sitting cross-legged, circulating the Heart Method of Qingniugong, and once again regained a peaceful and indifferent state of mind.

However, Jiang Ding let out a sigh in his heart.

This was the first time in a foreign realm that there were no drones monitoring from the sky to ensure safety around him, and he was equally anxious inside, with all pretense on the surface.

At a mere few thousand meters, drones were useless against Golden Pill Cultivators who could spot them just by glancing upwards.

…

"He is indeed a seed for cultivation."

Cultivator Baimei nodded slightly, looking toward the robust man beside him: "He definitely has the Xiantian Sword Body constitution. The sharpness between the meridians is daunting; my Divine Sense feels a slight sting when approaching. It’s just that it is incomplete."

He couldn’t help feeling a tinge of regret.

"Of course,"

Zhou Sanyan, the rugged man, was quite calm: "The Xiantian Sword Body is the qualification of a legendary True Immortal, envied by the heavens, and it’s difficult to be complete."

"Even so, its aptitude is only slightly inferior to that of a Sky Spiritual Root."

"Furthermore, the Spirit Testing Stone Platform left by the sect’s Ancestor Master is extremely mysterious, possessing a hint of cause-and-effect abilities. The images transmitted before its collapse..."

Zhou Sanyan held a jade bead in his hand, coated with some stone powder.

"This child has a slim possibility of achieving Nascent Soul in the future."

"After all, he has the Xiantian Sword Body, even if severely flawed, it cannot be compared to someone with Dual Spiritual Roots."

"Splendid!"

Cultivator Baimei stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Then that’s settled. The Sky Spiritual Root, Little Li, will be under my guidance, and Little Jiang will become your disciple, how about that?"

Sky Spiritual Root,

Naturally, there’s over a seventy percent chance to achieve Golden Pill, and with some opportunities of luck, it’s almost a sure thing.

"You can keep the Sky Spiritual Root, I don’t need it,"

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Unexpectedly, the rugged man who had been praising the Xiantian Sword Body refused.

"Why is that?"

"If this child grows up, not to mention benefiting the clan, even you might gain some advantages. Do you think there’s an issue with his character and behavior?"

Cultivator Baimei was taken aback.

Aptitude is important, but character is too. Otherwise, teaching a student who betrays their mentor would be a lifelong regret.

"There’s no problem with his character. I’ve looked at Little Jiang’s information; he repays kindness, to the point of being excessively benevolent. There is a period of obscurity in his background, a slight flaw, but it’s not a problem given the aptitude of an incomplete Xiantian Sword Body."

"Then..."

"I can’t afford it,"

Zhou Sanyan stated bluntly: "Low-Level Minor Cultivators always think we Old Monsters of Golden Core Stage are very rich, with seas of Low-grade Spirit Stones and mountains of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, but in reality?"

"The Low-grade Spirit Stones and low-tier Spiritual Materials, sure, but the middle- and high-tier ones, especially those that help in advancing to Golden Pill, are few and far between."

"I’m only at the Middle Jindan Stage, still with a sliver of hope on my path. Who knows how many Spirit Stones I’ll need."

"From fighting Xuetu Hall for so long, I’ve consumed a massive amount of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and Spirit Stones."

"I also have a good-for-nothing legitimate son, whose aptitude is far worse than the incomplete Xiantian Sword Body, as well as inferior in temperament and understanding. Raising him alone is more troublesome than raising three Gold Core seedlings, but he’s my son!"

"We can’t abandon our own sons for the sake of disciples, can we?"

"Adding all these up, raising another seed for a Gold Core Sword Cultivator, it’s unaffordable."

Sword Cultivators are famously extravagant in their use of Spirit Stones, no amount ever seems enough.

"Then just treat him as an ordinary disciple, and let him earn his own Golden Core opportunity..."

Cultivator Baimei struggled to continue talking.

"This is not raising a personal disciple; it’s raising an enemy!"

Zhou Sanyan shook his head repeatedly, "Brother, you also came up as a disciple, how can you not know? If one person has enough Spirit Stones, elixirs, heavenly treasures, and opportunities for the Golden Pill, but another has nothing, how can one not be resentful?"

"There will definitely be bitterness in their heart!"

"If it were an ordinary person holding a grudge, I wouldn’t even glance at them, can’t be bothered to care."

"To be resented by a flawed Xiantian Sword Body, I really fear that I won’t be able to restrain myself one day and kill him before he has the chance to grow."

"I really can’t refrain!"

"What should we do then?"

Cultivator Baimei faced a dilemma, "Brother, it’s difficult enough for me to raise a Sky Spiritual Root, let alone leave some legacy for my descendants and cultivate another Gold Core Sword Cultivator seed... I truly am powerless."

"Just let some base-building junior cultivate him?"

"To insult someone like that, we might as well kill him directly and be done with it, once and for all."

Zhou Sanyan rolled his eyes.

"Nonsense! This is a flawed Xiantian Sword Body!"

Cultivator Baimei chastised, "If by any small chance he grows up, the Sect handed down from our Ancestor Masters could welcome a time of prosperity, and our descendants would bask in the glory."

"To kill him with a slap, you sure have a big temper!"

They looked at each other, both in a quandary.

Killing him is not an option, nor is cultivating him without any Spirit Stones. They were in a lose-lose situation.

"We definitely don’t have the Spirit Stones and heavenly treasures to cultivate a Gold Core Sword Cultivator seed, nor can we simply conjure them up."

"How about,"

Zhou Sanyan pondered and then suggested an idea, "we give him a name?"

"A name? What do you mean by that?"

Cultivator Baimei knew that this younger fellow sect brother always had eccentric ideas and immediately became curious.

"We accept the disciple on behalf of our teacher!"

Zhou Sanyan uttered a few words, "In that case, both of us are his senior brothers, not his masters. Casual guidance now and then should suffice, with no need to go all out in mentoring him, to avoid breeding resentment from differential treatment."

"If we occasionally lend a hand or give something, he’d have to be grateful to us, the senior brothers!"

"That won’t do!"

Cultivator Baimei rejected without giving it a second thought.

"To become senior brothers with a mortal, you may lose face, but I can’t affront myself!"

"Once it gets out, I, your senior brother, can forget about meeting fellow cultivators ever again."

"That’s up to you."

Zhou Sanyan was indifferent and didn’t insist.

By the time the next generation of Gold Core cultivators grows up, he would either have turned into a pile of bones or be nearing the end of his life span, unable to reap any benefits.

The main beneficiaries would be his descendants.

"Otherwise, you might take a portion from the inheritance for your descendants and the Sect could tighten its belt for a few decades. Then we might barely gather the resources to cultivate a Gold Core seed."

In consideration of the Sect, he gave a final piece of advice.

"Sigh!"

Cultivator Baimei’s face showed bitterness as he sighed deeply.

"When our master was about to pass away, he dearly wished for a junior disciple, and I’ve always regretted not fulfilling that wish. Now here he is, isn’t he?"

"Let’s go, let’s meet our junior disciple."

...

Inside the quiet room,

Jiang Ding was meditating with his eyes closed. The Xiantian True Qi within him fluctuated, and within his Divine Soul, a deep blue sword phantom wavered uncertainly, occasionally showing signs of solidifying before suddenly collapsing again.

"It’s still not right, it’s not this specialized Divine Soul structure."

"I need to read much more."

He opened his eyes, stood up, and looked towards the door.