Chapter 231

At the entrance of the ruins,

many disciples lined up in order to hand over the items obtained from the Nine Heavens Ruins.

According to sect regulations, they could keep one-tenth of their harvest, and another tenth had to be handed over to their masters; if they had no master, they could get two-tenths.

The rest all had to be handed over to the sect.

The queue of returning disciples blocked the entrance, at least 1,200 to 1,300 people, each one of them beaming with joy, more than the number of people who had survived in the ruins over the past few decades combined.

It immediately caused a huge sensation!

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators had no other business to attend to, gathering at the entrance one after another, searching for their disciples in the crowd with loving faces.

"Earth-line Fa Zheng!"

"Handing over two Golden Jade Mushrooms! Seven two-hundred-year-old Tier 2 Red Essence Mushrooms, sixty-eight one-hundred-year-old Tier 1 Return-Orchid Grasses..."

"Water-line Wu Ma Kong!"

"Handing over one Golden Jade Mushroom, twenty catties of Golden Spirit Iron..."

One disciple after another passed the inspection, their storage bags scanned in minute detail by the Foundation Establishment cultivators, not letting go of any detail.

Rare spiritual herbs and ores piled up, soon forming a small hill, and it was still rising rapidly, making the surrounding Foundation Establishment cultivators extremely envious.

After a few quarters of an hour, more than half of the queue had passed.

"Fifty-eight Golden Jade Mushrooms!"

Li Mingda, the red-nosed old Daoist in charge of this matter, was so excited that his voice was trembling.

"If we use them sparingly, the sect won't have to worry about Foundation Establishment Pills for the next hundred years."

And as the person in charge of this, he would definitely receive a heavy reward from the sect, and his cultivation base was very likely to advance further.

"Why don't I see the Little Martial Uncle?"

A burly Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Fire-line was somewhat dissatisfied: "According to sect regulations, within the Nine Heavens Ruins, everything obtained must be distributed by the sect first."

Nearby Foundation Establishment cultivators looked sideways.

They immediately dodged away, leaving a circle of empty space around him, even if they were friends of many years.

"Cough, cough."

After a long while, someone said faintly: "The Little Martial Uncle just slashed the clone of the Blood-Transforming old monster, which means he can definitely slash a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator; Zhou Lingwu, do you want to go to Golden Spirit Mountain and ask?"

The burly Foundation Establishment cultivator shrank back, hiding in the crowd.

He was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage.

"If only the Little Martial Uncle were Jin Dan."

Li Mingda, the red-nosed old Daoist, felt honored and sighed: "What Blood-Transforming old monster, what Hundred Ghosts old monster—as long as he lets out a word, they would have to flee to other cultivation worlds overnight, not even caring about their sects or families."

"If that were really the case..."

Other Foundation Establishment cultivators could not help but fantasize.

Sky Thunder Peak.

"As expected of my Little Martial Brother!"

After listening to Li Qingyun recount his experience in the ruins, the white-browed old cultivator was overjoyed: "Slashing the clone of the Blood-Transforming old monster and destroying the three sons of the Blood Slaughter, their sect's hard work of at least thirty years has been ruined!"

Li Qingyun keenly noticed that his master's words had a hint of treating him as an equal.

Especially after he had recounted the process of the Blood-Transforming old monster's clone's defeat repeatedly.

Only Jin Dan can kill Jin Dan!

No matter how it was killed, as long as it was done, it was done!

"You said, the Blood Slaughter Hall suspected that they knew about the Little Martial Brother's matter in advance?"

The white-browed old cultivator's tone suddenly turned cold: "It seems that we need to kill the chicken to warn the monkey; otherwise, some juniors might really think the Demon Sect is formidable, while the sect is kind-hearted and soft-handed, and can be betrayed at will without consequence."

"Master is wise."

Li Qingyun felt a chill.

Blood Slaughter Hall.

Blood-Transforming Mountain.

Amidst the overwhelming Jin Dan pressure, an old man in black robes hidden in the shadows knelt on the ground trembling, cold sweat flowing uncontrollably.

"You mean, Hundred Ghosts' clone also died?"

In the empty palace, a young girl in a white dress spoke to herself, her voice ethereal and pleasant, with a red-beaked bird perched on her shoulder, plain and unremarkable, no different from the common birds in the ruins.

"Yes, Ancestor, Hundred Ghosts Ancestor was not found at the entrance, so I think he also..."

The old man in black robes shook his body.

"Very good, a mere Qi Condensation ant dares to kill my clone."

The young girl in the white dress said indifferently.

Killing intent permeated, and the entire palace became extremely cold; the chill was almost enough to freeze the soul of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and their magic power solidified.

"You are in charge of the family's Shadowless Hall, do you have a response?"

"Ancestor, we are doing it, but..."

The old man in black robes had a bitter expression.

"He never goes out."

"What?"

The young girl in the white dress was stunned.

"That Primordial Sword Body, he has been in the Qiyu Sect for eight years; excluding this time when the Qiyu Sect Jin Dan personally invited him to the Nine Heavens Ruins, he has not stepped out of the Golden Spirit Mountain formation for a single step."

"Not a single step."

"Absolutely true!"

The old man in black robes said, biting the bullet.

When he received the intelligence, he also couldn't believe it, suspecting that the people below were fooling him and reporting it with just a rumor.

This did not make sense.

Which young man is not high-spirited?

Especially those who became famous at a young age; not going out for eight years, wouldn't they be driven crazy?

"Truly damn it."

The young girl in the white dress felt a great sense of wariness rise in her heart.

High talent, good patience, a firm Dao heart, and the ability to stay away from danger in advance—this kind of person is the most terrifying existence in the cultivation world; who knows when they will suddenly pop up and overturn the situation in a region.

If it weren't for this Nine Heavens Ruins, the other party might not have shown their head.

"In the mortal world of the Yue Kingdom, especially the Dongling Prefecture where the Primordial Sword Body first appeared, we have also investigated."

The old man in black robes knelt on the ground: "We found no trace of any of his relatives or three generations of kin; no one has ever seen them, and there are no rumors, as if he just popped out of nowhere."

The young girl in the white dress was silent.

This meant there were no flaws or weaknesses to exploit.

One could only be upright and use the force of Mount Tai to destroy his sect,

and nip the seedling in the cradle!

Returning to the top of Golden Spirit Mountain.

Jiang Ding sealed the mountain top formation and disappeared.

Chirp!

An elite kingfisher flew and landed on the cliff, curiously looking at the seventeen or eighteen-meter-tall blue-gold tree not far away; magma bubbled at the bottom of the tree, and the spiritual energy was much denser than the surroundings.

It was somewhat unaccustomed to the high temperature around it and unfolded a small, emerald-green shield.

"Please help me send this to the Diting Appraisal Co., Ltd."

Jiang Ding carefully handed the jade box containing the herbal spiritual fruit to the bird.

Although he was ninety percent sure that this was the herbal spiritual fruit that could grant people a herbal spiritual body in the library.

But this was something from the entrance; without rigorous appraisal, it was impossible to use.

Chirp!

The elite kingfisher nodded, opened its beak, and took it into its belly.

"Also this... these are to be handed over to the Immortal Sect Library."

Jiang Ding poured out a large pile of things from his storage jade pendant: sealed Iron-Swallowing Worms, Melting Gold Fruits, and various messy spiritual herbs he had never seen before, all at least Tier 2.

Unlike mortal plants, if these spiritual plants were recorded by the Immortal Sect Library, after giving library points, they would also give spirit coins of the value of normal Tier 2 spiritual herbs.

Among them, the most valuable for research,

Jiang Ding felt, was the extinct ancient exotic species, the Iron-Swallowing Worm, recorded in the "List of Exotic Insects of Ten Thousand Beasts" of the Wan Shouxianzong; perhaps it would bring a real, tangible progress to the relevant research of the Immortal Sect.

"That's all."

After sending the things, Jiang Ding watched the elite kingfisher fly away, sat cross-legged under the small blue-gold tree, closed his eyes, and fell into a cultivation state.

"Foundation Establishment, it's not far."

(End of chapter)