Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 355 - 344 Sixteen Years Old, A Fortune of Hundreds of Millions of Spirit Stones_1

355: Chapter 344: Sixteen Years Old, A Fortune of Hundreds of Millions of Spirit Stones_1

355 -344: Sixteen Years Old, A Fortune of Hundreds of Millions of Spirit Stones_1

The treasure’s radiance was dazzling, filling the eye, and stretching beyond what one could see at a glance.

“First-order Spiritual Gold…”

Jiang Ding’s gaze first fell upon the mountains of Spiritual Gold piled up, alongside first-order Spirit Copper, Spirit Iron, and Spirit Silver, stacked like hills—not mere ores, but refined metals.

“First-order Spiritual Gold, with gold, silver, copper, and iron, roughly several hundred thousand catties, worth twenty million low-grade Spirit Stones.

It’s of limited use to high-level cultivators.”

“However, I’m not too proud to take it.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand, and his newly upgraded Storage Jade Pendant swept up all the Spiritual Gold, leaving not a single hair behind.

“First-order spirit medicine…

enormous quantity, worth over thirty million low-grade Spirit Stones.”

“Four thousand two hundred magical tools, including lower-grade, mid-grade, and top-grade…

worth ten million low-grade Spirit Stones.”

“First-order Spirit Wood…

worth eight million low-grade Spirit Stones.”

“Collect, collect, collect…”

Jiang Ding poured all his mana into the Storage Jade Pendant, using about thirty percent of his mana to store all these first-order spiritual materials heaped into several large mountains.

The vast treasure house of the Demon Country suddenly became much emptier.

Without stopping to rest, he hastened deeper into the treasure house.

The items here were much fewer, less than one percent of the previous treasury, but the spiritual light shone even more brilliantly, with the aura of any single treasure being at least ten times greater than anything in the previous vault.

“All second order—Spiritual Gold, elixirs, Spirit Wood, beast skins, supreme magical tools, and the like.”

“Worth…

fifty million low-grade Spirit Stones.

The quantity is much less, but its usefulness to high-level cultivators far exceeds that of the mountains of items earlier.”

Jiang Ding’s eyes gleamed.

Without bothering to count carefully, he simply packed everything up and took it away.

Entering the last layer with anticipation.

These were the truly useful things to him, not merely wealth.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out with a bursting sound, its azure sword-light crisscrossing, spreading a destructive aura, shattering the last remnants of protective formations and disintegrating into streams of spiritual light.

Jiang Ding held his breath as he stepped into the final chamber of the Demon Country’s treasure house.

There weren’t many items: three artifacts, all lower-grade magical treasures, a flying sword, a fire jade shield, and a fiery red jade hairpin, totaling over ten million worth of low-grade Spirit Stones.

However, their trading priority was very high; low-grade Spirit Stones actually couldn’t buy magical treasures and only served as a reference price.

More than ten thousand catties of third-order Spiritual Gold.

“There’s actually third-order Poisonous Liquid Silver, already refined, over a thousand catties!”

Jiang Ding’s spirits lifted: “There might be a vein of Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine nearby, richer than Lanshan Spirit Mine by a significant margin.

Just an area on its own…”

“Could this world possess a rich reserve of Poisonous Liquid Silver Mines?”

“That would make it at least a strategic-level minor world!”

He gathered it up, carefully placing it in the deepest part of the Storage Jade Pendant, separated from the other items.

“Over two thousand catties of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper, jackpot!”

Jiang Ding’s face showed joy as he collected them with a wave of his hand.

This was a crucial raw material for the coating of Air-Space Battleships; he had been able to exchange third-order spirit medicine and other items at Xianmen Sect for only over three hundred catties, far from enough.

“This reminds me of the Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper in the Nine Heavens Secret Realm…

No, it’s exactly from the same batch of mines.”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense carefully scanned over these pieces of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper, and he finally confirmed: “It must have been mined by Bai Gui, who then traded it to the Demon Country for items like Vital Souls, third-order spirit medicine, and the like.”

“With such extensive trading, he must still have more.”

“Find an opportunity to kill Bai Gui.

His avatar dares to intimidate me, an innocent and pure-hearted youth.

Truly the epitome of evil.”

The rest were relatively commonplace third-order Spirit Copper and Spirit Iron mines.

“I can now make the main materials for three top-grade magical treasures.”

Jiang Ding mumbled to himself, his hands moving swiftly as he quickly took thirty or so third-order elixirs, two third-order beast skins, seven talismans imprinted with third-order magic, and more than a hundred Cultivation Methods from both the Demon Race and the Human Race.

He expanded his Divine Sense, scanning through the entire Demon Race’s treasure house, leaving only the bare walls.

Not a single Spirit Stone was left.

“That’s not right, the material used for that gate is quite good, probably worth the price of a lower-grade magical treasure.”

Jiang Ding recalled something, walked to the entrance, and took the fiery gate with him.

All the loot was tallied.

“Over one hundred and sixty million lower-grade Spirit Stones!”

“Such is the accumulation of Tushan Monster Country over many years.”

“So wealthy.”

Jiang Ding exclaimed.

“Of course, I’m talking about myself.”

He walked out of the empty Tushan treasure house, into the similarly deserted Demon Palace, where the stench of blood was overwhelming, and every corner was filled with ruined walls and rubble, sealed by formations, not affecting the outside of the palace.

“I’ve seen Young Master Uncle Ancestor.”

Han Lin, who had been sitting cross-legged working on the restriction, stood up and spoke with respect.

“Mm.”

Jiang Ding nodded.

He collected all the storage bags from the surrounding Demon Race maids, piling them into a little mountain worth approximately seven or eight hundred thousand lower-grade spirit stones, not one less, and tossed them all to Han Lin.

“This is for you.”

“Also,”

He pulled out a blank jade slip, etched the map of the Spiritless Gobi he had found in the memories of a Liudao Sect foundation-building cultivator, and threw it over as well: “You want to leave the Cultivation World?

I wish you a smooth journey.”

“This… ”

Han Lin took the storage bag and jade slip, a warm feeling welling up in his heart, unsure of how to react.

Since his grandfather’s death, in Jianghu, in the Cultivation World, he had never felt such pure goodwill, someone who didn’t even glance at nearly a million lower-grade spirit stones before giving them away to him.

Furthermore, someone who never coveted the opportunities he came across.

Immortal Yuling had seen something, and this even stronger youth in blue clothes surely could too, yet he didn’t even inquire about it.

Perhaps, he simply didn’t care.

A genius of the Sword Dao who, at the mid-stage of foundation building, could slay a Golden Pill, how aloof he must be, why would he covet someone else’s opportunity?

Han Lin smiled bitterly in his heart, yet he felt much more relieved, bowed, and said solemnly, “Thank you, Young Master Uncle Ancestor!”

“No need to thank me, you also played a role in drawing attention.

It’s only right to share some of the spoils of war,” Jiang Ding said.

“Get going.

A late Golden Core Fox Monster may appear here soon.

Don’t get caught again.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand.

“Yes.”

Han Lin’s expression tensed, he concealed his form, and without looking back, he left.

“Your mana is a bit unstable.

If you want to reach Foundation Establishment, it would be best to change your Cultivation Method or seek a method or elixir to purify and condense your mana; otherwise, you won’t be able to get through even the first barrier of Foundation Establishment,” Jiang Ding advised with his eyes closed.

“Take care of yourself.”

“Thank you, Young Master Uncle Ancestor!”

Han Lin was shocked.

This was his first encounter with knowledge on the level of Foundation Establishment.

He couldn’t help feeling apprehensive, worried for his future.

Fortunately, foundation-building cultivators had a lifespan of two hundred fifty years.

There was still a chance.

He took a deep breath and quickly left the Monster City, disappearing from sight.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and took control of Tushan Monster City’s Third-Round Fire Element Formation.

Various scenes within the city unfolded in front of him, imprinted into his Divine Soul.

Merchant’s noisy clamor, playful cries of young demons, a Bear Demon mother holding her cub, a Snake Demon mother coiling around her eggs, a Bull Demon mother licking her calf, and a robust Bull Demon father returning from cutting spirit wood, buying elixirs for his young calf.

In a pond, a pair of male and female Five-colored Peacocks danced beautifully, their feelings for each other boundless and colorful on one side and plain on the other.

In a fighting arena, Bear and Bull Demon brothers, cutting their wrists, offering sacrifices to the Demon Gods with incense, prostrating, and vehemently making a pact to die on the same day, month, and year if not born on the same.

…

Such scenes of kinship, friendship, and love.

The feelings were genuine and true, not the ignorance of beasts, but a wise species, whose many relationships deeply immersed one, almost bringing tears to their eyes.

“But,”

Jiang Ding mused to himself, a hint of murderous intent spreading.

“Why do you eat humans?”

“Is my Human Race really so easy to bully?”

The Bear Demon mother, warm and loving, holding her infant, tore off a piece of thigh from a human youth, freshly slaughtered at the age of sixteen or seventeen, to feed her cub;

The Snake Demon mother, in addition to incubating eggs, stretched her neck to swallow an entire human teenager to replenish her nutrients;

The sacrificial offering by the Bear and Bull Demons, who pledged to be brothers of different surnames, were nine human children, roasted delicately, their fragrance wafting through the air.

“Since you think this way, then you shall all die.”

“I will take up the name of slaughtering the weak.

There’s no need for any false pretense of cover.”

Hum!

The Third-Round Fire Element Formation began to operate, gathering Heavenly Earth Spiritual Energy from within a radius of tens of kilometers, converging into spears of fire, swords of fire, knives of fire, all targeting every non-human entity.

The flames shone brightly, visible for several tens of kilometers even in the daylight.