Chapter 230

A sword fell majestically.

The fleeing blood-colored rainbow stagnated slightly and split down the middle.

Boom!

A violent explosion occurred along a line in the center of her body, and in many places, the flesh was discarded even before the erosion of the sword Qi and sword intent could arrive.

Two smaller figures in white dresses, already shrunk to under one meter, flew away into the distance at a faster speed.

Blood light flickered, and the two white-dressed figures split again, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen...

Dense and numerous, flying in the sky, shuttling on the ground, tunneling underground—they had every method, fully displaying the complex life experience of a Jin Dan cultivator.

"The Blood Path truly has strong survival capabilities."

Jiang Ding commented.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword in the sky trembled, shaking out thirty-six strands of pale blue sword Qi in succession, which split into two, then three, then infinitely, covering the sky and earth.

"Thousand Silk Pull"!

The sword body, which was nurtured and tempered every moment and could even be used to wash vegetables and cook, displayed terrifying micro-control of magic power at this moment.

Every strand of sword Qi contained a trace of faint destructive sword intent, moving flexibly and locking on precisely, passing through the heart of every blood-formed figure.

They stagnated for a moment.

The sky full of white-dressed figures, with skin like snow, black hair like ink, and blood light in their eyes, exquisite like figurines, suddenly turned into sky-filling dust, falling down in a flurry.

The wind blew, and nothing was left.

Only a young man in green robes stood quietly in the sky.

"Greetings, Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster!"

Li Qingyun and the other disciples felt their hearts surging and bowed respectfully, not daring to treat the person in the sky as a peer, performing the ritual of bowing to a high-tier cultivator with meticulous care.

Seeing that the other party's eyes were slightly closed, still sensing something.

"Truly a life like a cockroach."

Jiang Ding was somewhat displeased.

For now, when facing this kind of opponent, one could only hack them to death time and time again; there was no better way.

Unless one touched the legendary causality, where slashing one clone could kill the main body along with all clones in the entire world, eliminating them completely.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword disappeared from his spiritual sense range at extreme speed, passing through a red-beaked gray sparrow and shattering it.

It then broke open a large tree, picking out a fat white worm from within and killing it.

Finally,

it descended into the ground with a shrill whistle, the soil splitting layer by layer along the way, revealing a clueless gray-furred mouse squeaking in panic.

It landed on its head.

Ding!

At the moment it was about to pierce the mouse's skull, a small blood blade blocked the sword tip; amidst the sharp sound of metallic clashing, the Taiqing sword, with its power accumulated to the limit, slashed a deep notch into it, almost reaching the back of the blade, and severed it.

"How are you able to find me again!"

The gray-furred mouse's skin was torn open by blood light, revealing the appearance of a young girl with white dresses and snow-white skin, only palm-sized, carrying a blood blade as tall as herself, and said in despair.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword turned back again, the sword light intensifying, faint destructive sword intent permeating and locking onto her soul.

"Little Friend! No, Fellow Daoist!"

"Heaven evolves fifty, the Great Dao escapes one; things should not be done to the absolute limit."

Mu Tianxue's small figure wielded the blood blade that still retained a trace of spiritual light to meet it, smiling reluctantly: "You must know, even within your Qiyu Sect, there are many high-ranking and powerful people who place bets on both sides to cope with changing situations."

"I ask that you leave a trace of room for maneuver."

"Thank you for the reminder."

Jiang Ding said indifferently: "But a person like me, once caught, will be killed; there will be no opponents who take me in."

The Taiqing flying sword descended!

It slashed into the previous notch of the blade embryo without effort, and amidst the teeth-aching sound of metal cracking and creaking, it severed it into two pieces!

It then passed through the heart of the white-dressed figure.

The Taiqing flying sword rolled up the broken blade embryo on the ground and a small snow-white storage bag, returning to the sky without looking back again.

"Very good."

Mu Tianxue looked at him deeply, and her final body exploded into countless fragments amidst the deep blue sword Qi.

"Dead light, nothing left."

Jiang Ding ignored her gaze, scanning the area within a thousand meters with sword intent bit by bit, ensuring that not even a single cockroach survived.

"At least when she stepped within my thousand-meter range, nothing else has escaped."

"But if it was before..."

Jiang Ding frowned.

This kind of old cultivator liked to leave a backup plan for everything.

Even if she felt she had absolute certainty and a great advantage, it was possible she left a backup; this could not be determined.

"So what if a clone survives."

Jiang Ding's brows relaxed: "If they dare to show their heads, they die; there won't be any problem. Of course, after I go out, I won't show my head in front of her either."

His figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Only the messy battlefield remained in place, with nothing left.

"Time to open the treasure chest!"

Tens of kilometers away, Jiang Ding sat on a large rock, his face full of excitement.

Judging from the intelligence of the Qiyu Sect,

Blood-Transforming Ancestor, late Jin Dan stage!

The Hundred Ghosts Ancestor was only at the early Jin Dan stage, and his strength was far inferior to the Blood-Transforming Ancestor; it wouldn't be excessive for the wealth in this storage bag to be three times that of the previous one, right?

His spiritual sense surged into it.

Blades of blood-colored soul-killing light flickered in and out of existence, forming a dense killing array, but before they could make a move, a sun sitting in the shade of ancient trees had already descended, destroying them all without leaving a trace.

"Impossible!"

"How can you be so poor!"

Jiang Ding's expression changed drastically.

Under the inspection of his spiritual sense, the snow-white storage bag simply contained seven or eight thousand mid-grade spirit stones, some spare clothes, some jade slips recording spells, and three or four top-grade magic tools with different functions.

And then, nothing else.

"A late Jin Dan stage cultivator, this is it?!"

It wasn't even one-tenth of the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor's!

"My half of an aerospace fighter!"

"Damn Blood-Transforming, don't let me see you when I'm at the Jin Dan stage!"

Jiang Ding's dream was shattered, he sighed, and put down the storage bag.

This was also normal; except for the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor's clone specifically for mining spirit ores, no one would let a clone carry massive wealth on their person.

"I have to find a way to make money; I can't leave half an aerospace fighter there."

He thought.

Mainly, ordinary aerospace fighters were of no use to him!

In terms of speed, as long as he cultivated to the mid Foundation Establishment stage, what was the use of quasi-Tier 3 speed?

The same went for lethality and stealth capabilities.

If it could only reach the quasi-Tier 3 level, such a large aerospace fighter would completely occupy space for nothing and get in the way.

Moreover, the electromagnetic cannon could be disassembled and installed on the center of his brow; in the future, he could use this as a foundation to refine a real Tier 4 electromagnetic giant cannon, so there was no major waste.

"I need to get materials and species data from the other world, mainly various spiritual materials."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and said.

The reason he interrupted before was that his footing was not stable, and he dared not make too many moves that would attract others' attention.

Now, however, the timing was ripe.

In a world where species have independently grown, evolved, and developed for who knows how many years, there must be some special species and materials.

If he was lucky, they could be of great value and could also enrich the database of the Immortal Sect Library.

Next, he returned to Iron Tower Mountain, the place where the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor had previously ambushed him.

There was a rich mine of Void-Empty Crystal Copper here!

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword buzzed and trembled, descending from the sky, penetrating deep into the ground, shuttling and cutting within it; not long after, a piece of earthy yellow ore the size of a fist was brought out.

"Mining is not an easy job; it requires both precision and strength."

Jiang Ding sighed.

After two or three days, it would be good to mine seven or eight hundred kilograms of ore.

He somewhat missed the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor and the precise Ten Thousand Ghosts Array he controlled.

Three days later,

accompanied by a spatial fluctuation that spread throughout the entire secret realm, all cultivators disappeared.

The remaining night.

(End of chapter)