Chapter 394: Forging Order with the Blood of a Jin Dan

Jiang Ding stood in the sky, looking down.

It was utterly silent, save for the sound of the wind.

He pointed with a finger, unfolding a massive image extracted from the soul of the Yellow Leopard and slightly refined.

In the image,

a burly man with ape-like arms and a wasp-like waist, radiating a heavy aura, revealed his form.

"Senior Yellow Leopard!"

In the city, the Shopkeepers of numerous merchant guilds, escort agencies, pill shops, and spirit herb shops were shaken, recognizing this Jin Dan cultivator, the first to visit since the founding of Master Tushan Xiancheng.

His generous spending left a deep impression on many.

"Could it be..."

Shang Shang Chengxuan, the Shopkeeper of the Lingbao Merchant Guild, felt a stir in his heart, thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.

"The sword cultivators of Tushan are too hateful; they possess a Grade Three Superior Spirit Vein yet refuse to share even a fraction."

The burly man with ape-like arms and a wasp-like waist in the image spoke, his expression full of hatred: "Just wait; the wars in the Northern Plains are endless, and more Daoist friends will come. I don't believe..."

Then came the scene of him conspiring with another long-bearded Jin Dan elder to ambush a youth in green robes.

Luo Tian spread his wide sleeves, swallowing heaven and earth, drawing the youth in green robes into his sleeve; his mighty prestige terrified many Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"... This youth must be extremely important to that Tushan sword cultivator; he is his disciple. Capturing this person, though it may not make him surrender unconditionally, which is impossible, but by maneuvering, it is quite possible to obtain half of the Tushan Demon Kingdom."

"... With half a Demon Kingdom in hand, you and I, brothers, would at least have a place to settle. If the wars in the Northern Plains continue, we could even spread our roots here and establish a mutually supportive family..."

"... Brother Huang, this is a death grudge."

"Little brother knows; in the lands of the Three Kingdoms, the Blood Transformation Ancestor of Huaxuedian is hailed as the strongest, and Xiang Qiyu Sect is deeply rooted with great numbers; only the Tushan power is somewhat weaker..."

The final image was of the burly man with ape-like arms and a wasp-like waist, and the long-bearded Jin Dan elder, both having their heads severed in succession.

Two Jin Dan cultivators whom many low-level cultivators never saw in their entire lives.

Died so quickly.

Everything calmed down.

Throughout the city, except for a slight breeze, one could hear a pin drop; numerous cultivators trembled, their breathing instinctively stopping, daring not to make any sound to attract attention.

"Huang Leopard, a treacherous scoundrel."

"He came here, I kindly hosted him, yet he sought to kill my disciple and seize my foundation; this is a capital crime."

Jiang Ding spoke slowly, his voice spreading throughout the entire Xiancheng: "Master Tushan Xiancheng welcomes anyone to trade and do business, guaranteeing everyone's safety, but it welcomes no Robber Cultivators or Evil Cultivators."

"All must remember this."

"The senior's lesson is correct."

Shang Shang Chengxuan and other guild masters, along with many powerful unaffiliated cultivators, felt a chill and respectfully obeyed: "This junior will return and thoroughly investigate the guild to ensure such incidents never happen again."

The overall improvement in the security of the Xiancheng is also very beneficial for merchants like them.

"Good."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

With a wave of his hand, a Zhong Pin Fa golden sword with three deep cracks on its blade flashed with Jin Chong Guang, embedding itself in the city wall; the blood on the hilt was deep red, and the pressure of a Grade Three entity spread in dots, remaining unchanged for centuries under the applied spell.

Then, the Luo Tian Treasure Robe of the long-bearded elder, covered in fresh blood, flew to the city wall and hovered alongside the golden sword.

"Go."

Jiang Ding took a supreme-grade flying sword from his storage jade pendant, tossed it casually; the sword light flew over, passing through two holes in the Luo Tian Treasure Robe, the sword guard pressing tight against the city wall, pinning the blood-soaked treasure robe to the wall.

A brilliant escape light swept around, flying toward the center of Master Tushan Xiancheng, leaving behind a handsome youth in green robes at the spot.

"Little Junior Uncle!"

Monk Monk Fa Zheng and others hurriedly rushed forward.

Previously, they felt their own Little Junior Uncle was hard to get along with; now, by comparison, their own junior uncle is good, for one need not fear slight provocation leading immediately to death and the dissolution of the Dao.

"Young Master!"

Gong Gong Caiyu, Xia Tu, Chun Shi, Qiu Guo, and other maids surrounded him in a large circle, their small faces full of joy.

"Disperse."

Jiang Ding waved his hand and led everyone flying toward the Hall of Deliberation.

In the center of the Demon Palace, the light of the teleportation array flashed, and the figures vanished.

In the room.

"After such a shock, Master Tushan Xiancheng should be quiet for a few years."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Cultivators are all the kind who do not shed tears until they see the coffin.

Without actually doing something, no matter what laws of the Xiancheng you say, to them it is no different than farting, of no use whatsoever.

Behind him, a blue-gold tree burst from the earth, spreading toward the sky; in an instant, it grew into a tree like a magnificent canopy, breathing in the surrounding heavenly and earthly spiritual energy and the essence of the sun and moon, turning into star-like dots falling onto its body.

Clang!

Under the divine sense and sword intent, another wisp of gray mist was severed; strands of branches hung down, stretched straight, slowly contracting, pulling the gray mist up and sending it into the blue-gold sun within the tree shade to be smelted.

Then, bit by bit, it merged into the great tree; many patches of bark, branches, and leaves showed fine gray patterns.

As the branches and leaves swayed, the Yuan Magnetic Force increased slightly.

"The previous estimate had errors; the further along, the more difficult it becomes."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, glanced at the remaining half of the Magnetic Fusion Core, and put it away: "In these nearly thirty years, eight thousand two hundred and seventy-two wisps have been merged; over a thousand remain, and it may take several more decades to fully merge and reach perfection."

"Thus, the power has greatly increased, reaching the limit of the flying sword at the Foundation Establishment stage."

"No rush; there is plenty of time."

He closed his eyes again, absorbing the refined Qi of Heaven and Earth and the essence of the Great Sun purified by the Blue-Gold Great Tree, entering a state of deep cultivation.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

He opened his eyes right on time.

The Blue-Gold Great Tree shrank, flew into his brow, and followed him out the door.

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, bustling about in the kitchen, heating milk, toasting bread, boiling eggs, and cooking rice noodles, busy as could be.

"Brother..."

Jiang Yuan woke up groggily, barely washed up, and sat at the dining table herself, looking as if she were waiting for the meal to begin.

"..."

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment.

It took him a long while to react.

"Didn't you get married? Why are you here?"

Jiang Ding asked, somewhat incredulous.

His divine sense generally does not intrude into others' rooms.

"Hungry."

Jiang Yuan stated with righteous confidence: "Food made outside isn't as delicious as yours, nor does it contain the same Qi, so I plan to stay at home on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and go to the city center on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays."

"Does the husband have no objections?"

Jiang Ding felt a surge of joy but asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, it's the same."

Jiang Yuan waved her hand: "We don't live with his parents anyway; he needs to go accompany his parents and family. We younger generation can't get used to living with the older generation, and there are mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts and such."

"So we simply prefer not to live together; we just maintain polite relations normally. Elder care is handled separately by each side, with maybe a little help here and there."

"These are matters for us married people; you don't understand, so don't ask."

"I don't understand?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat amused yet helpless, but he had to admit he was not very familiar with marriage customs within the Immortal Sect.

With a thought of his divine sense, a bag of milk and a fresh raw egg, along with rice noodles and such, flew to the window moments later and were sent into the kitchen for the Taiqing Flying Sword to handle.

"Little Yuan is back?"

"Are you used to living here in your newlywed life?"

Soon after, Lin Lin Wanqiu returned from her workout and asked with delight.

"Rest assured..."

With no classes today, the family ate breakfast together, went to their grandmother's house to watch TV and chat about daily life with the two elders, and returned home in the evening.

Every day passed just like this.

Unknowingly,

three years passed.

(End of this chapter)