Chapter 256: Super Interrealm Teleportation Array

Apart from the most crucial piece of information — the heavy machine gun bullets.

The soul of this steward who managed the Blood Dissolving Shadowless Hall still held some rather interesting information.

For instance, three or four Foundation Establishment spies within the Xiang Qiyu Sect.

They couldn't really be called spies; they were simply fence-sitters, occasionally passing along intelligence both important and unimportant, just keeping in touch.

When orders came from the Shadowless Hall, they would selectively carry them out based on whether it aligned with their own interests.

Maintaining a relationship that was neither too close nor too distant.

Two of them were worth noting: one named Zhou Zhou Lingwu, an early Foundation Establishment cultivator, and one named Li Cheng, a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Li and Zhou were major surnames within the Xiang Qiyu Sect.

Backed by two major Jin Dan, talent emerged generation after generation; even Foundation Establishment cultivators of the same rank would fall short when facing them.

"Those who eat meat are crude?"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured, extinguishing the thought of submitting this intelligence to the Xiang Qiyu Sect.

The lower ranks fought for their lives, with cultivators dying every moment, while those above secretly colluded — no one would believe it even if told.

It hadn't even been twenty years since the great Jin Dan battle, and a Jin Dan of the Xiang Qiyu Sect's earth vein line had once perished.

"Another one leaving themselves a way out? Do they really think Xuetudian is running a Shantang, keeping its promises?"

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Yet he knew such things could indeed happen.

Throughout history, there had been kings lured and cooked, their flesh distributed to their sons, and when the new dynasty rose, it still enfeoffed the former royal clan who had earned merit, truly sharing prosperity and downfall with the realm.

Jiang Ding couldn't be bothered with the thoughts and actions of the Xiang Qiyu Sect's Jin Dan.

He took out again the Tracking and Tracing Talisman, bought at the greatest expense, which could, after gathering information, replay events that had occurred at a location within the past twenty years.

He extended his divine sense into it.

Twenty years ago — five years before he came to this world.

A black-robed figure sat cross-legged by the blood pool, refining a palm-sized blade embryo churning within the pool, occasionally tossing in gathered blood clumps and spiritual materials.

"Oh, the legitimate son of the Huaxie Yu clan. It's been a long time."

Jiang Ding offered a greeting.

The black-robed figure's daily life was monotonous — nothing but cultivation, day after day.

Only every few months would he descend the mountain to abduct one or two imposing, beautiful women, toy with them at will, then throw them into the blood pool, savoring the sight of their flesh dissolving amid wails and turning into white bone.

The images flashed by swiftly; about five years of time passed.

One day, 'Cleaving Sea Saber' Wei Xian left the mountain and returned, bringing over a dozen large carts laden with gold, silver, treasures, and rare old medicines, among other things.

Yet one of the large carts was completely empty — nothing inside at all.

Many burly men of the Golden Saber Sect gathered together, straining to lift a clump of air.

Even this image was only a flash; the third-tier Tracking and Tracing Talisman trembled violently, the picture blurred, and it swiftly skipped over this stretch of time.

"Taiqing Divine Iron Ore — far beyond its replay capacity."

Jiang Ding contemplated.

Another five or six months later, a blurry phantom figure arrived at Golden Saber Mountain; nothing could be seen, the image trembled violently, far more intensely than when the Taiqing Divine Iron had appeared.

Crack!

The third-tier Tracking and Tracing Talisman split open with a deep fissure, its edges unnaturally smooth.

Once again it accelerated madly, skipping over this stretch of time that might have shattered it to pieces on the spot.

"This is me… I'm actually quite powerful."

Jiang Ding said, satisfied.

He guessed that this was because he was replaying himself — equivalent to retrieving from memory — so the backlash wasn't as severe.

If some unrelated outsider had tried to spy, the third-tier Tracking and Tracing Talisman would likely have shattered instantly, and the person who activated the talisman or cast the heavenly secrets art would probably have been gravely wounded on the spot, or even had their lifespan drained dry and died — entirely possible.

Even so, nothing could be glimpsed; the backlash occurred before anything was seen.

"The third-tier Chaos Heaven Talisman may have been wasted for nothing, but no matter."

Jiang Ding continued looking downward.

After this stretch of time was skipped, the image became clear again.

One year later,

a Xuetudian early Foundation Establishment cultivator arrived here, eyes filled with resentment, his features faintly resembling those of the deceased legitimate son of the Yu clan.

It was he who scanned the entire Golden Saber Mountain with his divine sense, obtained two heavy machine gun Po Fa steel bullets, returned to Xuetudian, handed the two Po Fa steel bullets to the shadowed elder, and implored him to investigate the matter thoroughly.

The shadowed elder at the peak of Foundation Establishment agreed, because this was his own younger brother.

After that came four or five years of array-setting and stakeouts — utterly boring, no unexpected figures appearing, and the Tracking and Tracing Talisman showed no signs of overburden.

Bang!

It exhausted all its power, turning to ash and vanishing.

"Very good — no external figures or forces appeared in this place."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

"That early Foundation Establishment cultivator, called Yu Yu Zitong, who handled this matter — I need to find a chance to deal with him."

"Low priority. After all, spiritual materials and magic artifacts in the Cultivation World with even faint Po Fa attributes are rare, but they do pop up from time to time — nothing unusual. The chance that a mere piece of news would draw enormous attention from a Soul Transformation-level force is extremely low."

"Who truly deserves to die,"

"is that Mu Mu Tianxue. She still dares to cultivate the Blood Dao, more tenacious than a cockroach — all the more reason she should die."

Jiang Dingleng thought coldly.

Hum!

The Taiqing Flying Sword rang out with a clear hum, sword Qi flying from between his fingers, splitting into finer and denser strands of sword Qi that passed through the lush green wheat fields without damaging them in the slightest.

After one breath, it returned.

Each needle-thin strand of sword Qi skewered a single spirit insect — seven thousand two hundred and eleven in total — not a single strand missing its mark, and not a single extra one fired.

"It's been a while since I dealt with them — the pests have multiplied again."

The clumps of spirit insects fell, sinking into the soil to become flower fertilizer.

His figure vanished.

……

Mining District.

A towering blue-gold tree reached into the sky, a deep-blue great sun nestled within its canopy, and the hazy light of primordial magnetism radiated outward.

A silver-grey great bird — length 37.257 meters, wingspan 19.257 meters, height 7.857 meters, weight 64.724 tons — perched here, like a divine Fusang bird, receiving the tempering and nourishment of the deep-blue great sun.

The spiritual Qi of heaven and earth within a ten-kilometer radius, along with the essence of the great sun, were drawn in, flowing through them, and finally the refined, star-like droplets of essence fell upon a youth below who held a jade bottle in his hand.

Clang!

With a single sword cry, a wisp of grey mist was severed and sent into the deep-blue great sun; after being smelted, it was delivered one by one to branches throughout the tree, adding a streak of grey to the veins of the leaves.

Day after day, for one thousand and ninety-five days, it had never ceased.

Today, finally, a change appeared.

The instant this wisp of grey mist finished being smelted, the branches of the blue-gold tree trembled violently, whipping and lashing wildly in all directions; the hazy light of primordial magnetism suddenly surged upward, expanding from the leaf veins and spreading along the branches, forming curved grey patterns across the bark.

Several hours later, it fully stabilized.

"After smelting over a thousand wisps with the Magnetite-Infusing Core, the Taiqing Flying Sword has undergone a primordial-magnetic qualitative change, and its power has increased somewhat."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

After continuing his cultivation for several more days, he transformed into a grey-blue streak of escape light and flew toward the high sky.

"Ding-dong!"

"Final exam of the third-year Aerospace Combat System course is about to begin. The super cross-boundary teleportation array of the Master Canghai Minor World has finished activating. Examinees, please board your aerospace fighters immediately and assemble toward the super teleportation array."

The voice of the array spirit came through.

(End of this chapter)