Chapter 137

Three days passed,

The night at Jin Dao Mountain was desolate, and the brilliance of the past was gone.

It could be clearly seen that many places were more dilapidated; someone must have come here, coveting the gold, silver, and treasures left on Jin Dao Mountain, and they had gained a lot.

At the blood pool location, the blade-embryo lay quietly on the blood mud.

Several corpses fell powerlessly on the edge of the gradually drying blood pool, and the front parts had been eroded by the blood water until only white bones remained.

These were left behind by greedy people from the martial arts world.

"This blade-embryo is well-nourished; it already has an automatic master-protecting function."

Jiang Ding was surprised.

The drone rose into the sky, scattered in all directions, and scene after scene came into view.

At a tea stall more than ten kilometers away, a rough martial artist with a powerful life fluctuation, but dressed as an ordinary dart-guard, looked toward this direction from time to time, his eyes filled with irrepressible desire and fear.

One of the only two remaining grandmasters in the world, a peak Qi Condensation combatant.

The Wolf Lord!

This is a powerhouse who could bring him fatal danger at close range!

"Does he guess that Jin Dao Mountain is empty, or that someone is seriously injured, but he doesn't dare to make up his mind?"

Jiang Ding's expression was solemn, and his gaze continued to look into the distance, until the direction of Yuejing.

Fortunately, he didn't see signs of a ruined city; there were very few people on the streets, but there were still many lights, and the expected slaughter of the city did not occur.

Thinking about it, this is the most suitable place in the Yue Kingdom to be the capital; how could the Zhendong Marquis Tang Wang damage his own foundation? The five major sects have many disciples and followers here, so how could they allow him to do so.

Even if there were occasional chaotic soldiers who lost their minds, the five major Primordials and their disciples could completely suppress them with iron and blood.

However, it might be inappropriate to call Tang Wang the Zhendong Marquis now.

In the imperial palace and various brightly lit places in the city, the Chen family's golden dragon flag that had been hanging before had been taken down and replaced with a black dragon flag on a gold background, and many flags had a large character on them.

Tang!

This newborn imperial court might be named after Tang; it could be called the Tang Kingdom, the Great Tang Dynasty.

A hint of killing intent appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes, then he restrained it.

"Forget it."

"This Tang Wang is insignificant; whether the Tang Kingdom can stand depends on the outcome of the struggle between the black-robed person and the cultivator forces behind that old Daoist."

"Falling into danger for a superficial puppet is not worth it."

After searching a fifty-kilometer radius carefully with four drones and confirming it was safe, Jiang Ding did not show himself; he controlled the drone equipped with the palm-sized mechanical arm to land between the crevices of two stones and probed downward.

This is exactly the location where the black-robed person's two storage bags fell; he had an extraordinary background, and in addition to controlling the two major martial arts sects, the Wolf God Sect and the Jin Dao Sect, for at least several years, the possibility of having a large amount of treasure in the storage bags is very high.

Storage bags are very common among outer-world cultivators, but they are a rare item for Immortal Sect cultivators.

Because the combat methods of high-tier cultivators in the Immortal Sect rely extremely on large-scale war magic tools like warships, which consume too much space-attribute spiritual ore; the space spiritual ore produced by the Immortal Sect and the twelve minor realms, as well as those obtained from outer-world trade, are all used on them.

Therefore, at least Qi Condensation cultivators rarely have storage magic tools.

Soon, the mechanical arm found a snow-white cloth piece similar to human skin, palm-sized, clamped it, threw it to the ground, and after a while, found a black palm-sized bag.

It should be the black-robed person's battle trophies.

The drone finally flew to a dirt pile, dug for a while, and dug out a palm-sized animal skin bag, which was also thrown near the snow-white human skin bag.

This was the one belonging to the withered old man who died first.

The three looked like pieces of broken cloth with better material; with gold, silver, treasures, and martial arts manuals all over the mountain, no mortal would notice these two items.

Jiang Ding picked up the half-open Spirit-Sealing Box, performed light-body technique to approach, threw it hard, flew over a distance of hundreds of meters, and landed precisely next to the three storage bags.

The drone's mechanical arm picked up two storage bags and threw them into the Spirit-Sealing Box one by one.

"This might be the most valuable thing..."

Jiang Ding glanced at the blade-embryo on the dried blood mud, controlled the drone to fly to its side, and clamped it with the mechanical arm.

It might be because it didn't sense a life aura, so it didn't attack spontaneously.

All four items were thrown into the Spirit-Sealing Box, the lid was closed, the drone clamped the box and flew toward here, and it landed steadily in his hand.

He wouldn't open this kind of battle trophy himself; it's too dangerous, and he plans to mail it to a professional company for processing.

It doesn't matter if the cost is higher.

This gain can at least increase his net worth by dozens of times.

According to the battle footage from a few days ago, he searched carefully for all the Breaking-Law Steel bullets he could find, poured internal power into the ground to force them out, and received them into his pocket.

"Still missing 37 bullets that cannot be found."

Jiang Ding sighed in a low voice.

Without a cultivator's spiritual sense, he could only do this much; even if he spent more time, he couldn't find them all.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ding stepped, opened the Small Breath-Concealment Technique and optical camouflage fully, and quickly moved away from this place.

In his heart, he plans to come here to search carefully again after promoting to the Qi Condensation stage and ensuring safety, to ensure that the Immortal Sect's firearm information will not be leaked.

The key to winning against the enemy this time was that the cultivators here knew nothing about Immortal Sect firearms and fell into a blind spot of thinking; otherwise, if they had performed an optical concealment spell, he would have been blind.

Jin Dao Mountain is the place where the black-robed person practiced and died for many years.

This guy is clearly a person with an extraordinary background; it's better to stay away as soon as possible, so as not to appear nearby next time he comes to the other world.

If he runs into a cultivator from the black-robed person's side, he's done for.

Silently, with a movement technique that didn't even stir the wind or airflow, he traveled through the treetops; he quickly moved more than sixty kilometers away from Jin Dao Mountain, arrived at the deep pool in the forest he had set up before, and landed on a large stone.

The Tier 1 optical concealment formation lost its internal power supply and had already failed; he held the main formation flag and input the Chick internal power.

Hazy seven-colored light flickered, and the scene of the only deep pool was also covered, merging completely with the surrounding jungle.

Even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator came looking, as long as they couldn't scan it with spiritual sense, they would absolutely never discover this location.

Just as he was about to enter cultivation, Jiang Ding's expression moved.

In the drone's perspective, the former Princess Qinghe was fleeing in the mountains and forests under the protection of a Primordial.

The one chasing her was the Bone Blade Demon among the Eight Great Heroes, and another person was the Primordial of the Wolf God Sect, the "Suppressing Heavenly Peak" Blade Lin Shi, the master of the eighth-ranked "Bone-Crushing" Shen Tu Kuang on the Dragon-Phoenix List.

"Perhaps I can learn about the intelligence of the cultivator forces in this area from her mouth?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Cultivating until now, he no longer had any needs for the mortal world; if he still wanted to maintain the cultivation speed that far exceeded others, he must make some preparations for contacting cultivator forces.

At that time, whether joining, drifting, or fleeing, it's better to plan early.

As the former ruler of the mortal dynasty in this region, the Chen royal family definitely had some understanding of the nearby cultivator forces and would not be completely ignorant.

At normal times,

If he asked the other party, it would immediately arouse vigilance; if things went wrong, it might attract the attention of the cultivators who truly ruled the Yue Kingdom.

Now is just right; the other party has lost everything, has nothing to lose, and is in distress.

Furthermore, even if the other party had any bad moves, he could handle it quickly and wouldn't attract other troubles.

……

"Qinghe, I've lost everything this time; the longevity pill you promised is ultimately a dream and a bubble."

The old woman who had been with Princess Qinghe, Chen Xi, smiled bitterly, but still intercepted Ren Tianxiao, the Bone Blade Demon among the Eight Great Heroes.

"Grandmother, don't worry; if Xi'er can escape and enter the Qiyu Sect, I will definitely exchange a longevity pill for you. If I violate this, may heaven and earth destroy me!"

Chen Xi bit her lip and fled into the depths of the mountains and forests without looking back.

"The Great Yue has raised scholars for three hundred years; dying for the country is today!"

The commander of the Golden Armor Guards whispered, tilted his two-zhang golden spear, and formed a battle formation with eighteen subordinates in the Internal Qi Realm to charge toward the Wolf God Sect Primordial.

(End of chapter)