Chapter 430: Dao Number Stone

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept across the ground.

The ground trembled slightly. One after another, the sword cultivators' life-bound flying swords rose into the air, transforming into streaks of flowing light that flew over and were collected into the storage jade pendant.

"Ninety-two quasi-third-tier and third-tier flying swords. Even if their power is somewhat lacking, the materials used are genuine third-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which can be handed over to the immortal sect for re-refining."

"The total value is between one to two hundred million low-grade spirit stones, and since they're all composed of third-tier materials, the value holds extremely high gold content."

Jiang Ding calculated briefly and arrived at this result.

"Who says sword cultivators are poor? Aren't they quite wealthy?"

He sighed.

Of course, the premise here is mastering the technology to refine life-bound magic treasure materials.

The technical threshold for this is extremely high.

Let alone the minor realms, even the Badaxian Sect has never mastered this technology, or if they have, the cost expended is higher than the materials themselves, making it unprofitable.

The Sword-Destroying Sword Intent spread out, and the prohibitions on the storage bags were broken one by one, revealing the items within.

"These ones are truly poor."

The spirit stones and heavenly materials and earthly treasures from nearly a hundred storage bags combined don't even reach ten million low-grade spirit stones, including those of the two Sword Sons. Their entire wealth was tied up in their swords.

"The most important things are these three."

Three sets of flying swords unfolded one by one before Jiang Ding.

The golden sword of the Xuantian Sword Son—even though its spiritual light had completely vanished and its sword master had died, the spirituality within had perished—still radiated a brilliant golden glow. When the wind blew, it involuntarily split to both sides, unable to exert any force on the flying sword, being cut apart, tearing through everything.

Ding!

Jiang Ding flicked the flying sword lightly with his finger.

A pleasant sound rang out. Amid the humming, wisps of fine sword qi flew from the sword and landed on the ground, where horse-cart-sized stones were pierced with dense clusters of small holes.

"Fifth-tier Soul Transformation-grade material, Cloud-Splitting Gold!"

Jiang Ding uttered a few words, completely confirming it.

Legend has it that this material only exists at the peaks where fifth-tier spirit veins reside. Enduring countless years of wind and rain, nourished and tempered by spirit veins, it becomes supremely sharp and keen. When clouds in the sky pass over the sky where it resides, they automatically split apart, leaving it forever clear for ten thousand miles.

"I can consider melting a small amount into the flying swords, or using it on sword-type drones."

A hint of joy appeared on Jiang Ding's face.

He looked again at the Blood Moon Bone Sword of the Wolf Heaven Sword Son, and the flying sword of the Hundred Sword Sword Son of the Upper Clarity Spiritual Treasure Sect—of course, not a hundred and eight swords, only the 'Hundred-Headed Sword' serving as the foundation of the sword formation was forged from Soul Transformation-grade material as a sword embryo.

"The Blood Moon Bone Sword should be forged from the bones of some Soul Transformation demon beast combined with heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It's not useful to me—just exchange it for the Soul Transformation-grade materials I need."

"As for the material of this Hundred-Headed Sword belonging to the Hundred Sword Sword Son…"

Jiang Ding's divine sense poured into it. He didn't seek to refine it—this was someone else's life-bound flying sword, difficult to use. He merely observed the materials within bit by bit, comparing them against the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures in his memory.

"Dao Number Stone!"

"A special Soul Transformation-grade material that can enhance and amplify divine sense range and control precision, as well as boost soul computational capability—Dao Number Stone!"

Jiang Ding was overjoyed: "Adding Dao Number Stone to the super warship's ship spirit core can greatly reduce the control difficulty of one thousand and twenty-four Dai Sen solar mirror-surface drones, enhancing the power of the sword formation."

"I knew it—Sword Sons, Dao Sons and the like can't possibly be that poor."

"Just this single piece of Dao Number Stone—beating a Nascent Soul cultivator to death wouldn't get them one."

Of course, this is also because of having the immortal sect backing them.

If it were some other loose cultivator, a Nascent Soul cultivator from a minor faction, daring to lay a finger on a Sword Son of an immortal sect would result in being instantly obliterated by attacks from who-knows-where, not even dregs remaining.

Even now, without the immortal sect's army accompanying him, he wouldn't dare casually leave the mother planet.

"They're all such kind souls."

Jiang Ding sighed, stored these flying swords away, and looked toward a shadow in the distance that had long since fled.

This one was far too cautious—from beginning to end never joining the battlefield, no opportunity found to finish them off.

"However, within Dayang Dayang Tianchi, you can't escape."

"First, let's get the Ri Yan Jing that can temper flying swords even outside."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured to himself, his gaze turning toward the center surrounded by crimson-red magma sword light at the horizon's edge, the source of the Ri Yan River: "Antu Zi seems to be tempering his five-colored small pagoda life-bound magic treasure over there. Let's go take a look—it's been so many years."

His figure vanished.

……

Flying along the magma sword-path river all the way.

As he delved deeper toward the source, the river grew wider and wider, the temperature higher and higher, and the pressure of the Great Sun Sword Dao increasingly heavy, capable of destroying divine souls and fleshly bodies at every turn.

This place had already become a cultivator's death zone.

Even sword dao prodigies like the Reincarnation Sword Son of Wuxingtian Sect wouldn't dare venture deep into this place—it was too terrifying.

"The source of the Ri Yan River ahead was formerly the cultivation ground of the Great Sun Sword Son, the forbidden zone within the forbidden zone. Without permission, even Soul Transformation cultivators who privately entered the vicinity would be obliterated to death by the Dayang Dayang Tianchi formation."

"Of course, after experiencing the battle that destroyed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Dayang Dayang Tianchi is now severely damaged and no longer possesses such might."

Jiang Ding flew toward the source, as records about the Great Sun Sword Pavilion from the library surfaced in his mind.

"As long as one can withstand the high temperature and sword intent of the Ri Yan River, one can temper their flying swords, life-bound magic instruments, and life-bound magic treasures here."

"In other words, without permission, our classmate Antu Zi is currently borrowing my cultivation chamber."

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused.

From the bottom of the magma river, a lifelike five-colored lizard flew out of the magma, landing before him, struggling ceaselessly.

Its body surface was wrapped in a layer of five-colored halo, flickering between life and death. Having lurked for a long time at the bottom of the sword dao magma river where even the Reincarnation Sword Son couldn't stay long, it was completely unharmed.

"Classmate Antu Zi, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly at the five-colored lizard.

……

"Long time no see…"

An Tuzi answered instinctively.

Although he had only studied at the Immortal Sect for twenty years, those were the twenty years of his childhood—the very time when humans begin to grow, when many habits become instinctive and hard to change.

"... See your ass!"

An Tuzi snapped out of it and cursed loudly: "I don't want to see you at all—get the hell away from me. And when did this become your cultivation chamber? Dayang Dayang Tianchi is unowned!"

Clearly, his five-colored lizard could clearly monitor its surroundings and had heard the words.

"But the Five Elements Spirit Tower is now at a critical moment of refinement—I cannot leave…"

An Tuzi frowned, then relaxed his brow.

"Dayang's Spirit, let me lend you a hand."

With a sweep of his sleeve, a ritual altar appeared before him, adorned with thirteen spirit flags, incense smoke curling above it, countless candles burning silently, each object steeped in the ancient flavor of time, as if carried from some unknown place.

A flash of light shimmered over his body.

"First offering: to the ancestral masters of Dayang Sword Pavilion, who toiled through thorns and brambles to lay the foundation of the supreme sword Dao…"

"Second offering: to Dayang's Spirit…"

An Tuzi donned a solemn, dignified sacrificial robe, leaping through intricate ritual movements, muttering incantations, burning incense and praying, streams of blue smoke rising straight into the clouds.

"Now, a rogue from the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect dares to impersonate the Dayang Sword Heir and steal the foundation of the Sword Pavilion…"

(End of Chapter)