Chapter 555: Scouring the Earth Three Feet Deep, Emptying the Spirit Medicine Garden

Cluster Heavy Artillery Bombardment Killing Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 587: Scouring the Earth Three Feet Deep, Emptying the Spirit Medicine Garden — The Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son, prostrate on the ground, was respectful and humble.

Not showing the slightest trace of the domineering manner befitting the Holy Son of the Liu Dao Sect, who held the reins of the Northern Plains' demonic path, nor the high spirits of one who dominated the winds and clouds of the Northern Plains' Cultivation World.

It was as if he had been born this way — a servant of lowly birth, loyal and devoted.

"It seems,"

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

"Even among the demonic path, the competition among the descendants of the Yin clan is brutal and fierce."

One after another, so understanding of the times, without any of the arrogance and domineering of noble family offspring — seeing them, he now felt like killing them on the spot and being done with it.

"My lord has seen a joke."

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son said with an apologetic smile: "Within the Mo Sect, children killing each other, fathers and sons killing each other is quite common. This one is merely acting in self-preservation, with no other choice."

"In truth, this one has, since childhood, longed for the righteous path, always wanting to abandon darkness for the light."

"Mm, Fellow Daoist has fine aspirations."

The killing intent in Jiang Ding's heart rose and then died. He helped the Liu Dao Sect Holy Son to his feet, and along the way stripped his storage bag and the treasure robe on his body clean, leaving only a single garment on his body.

Only then did he smile slightly: "How could Fellow Daoist not have a Nascent Soul-grade escape trump card? According to my expectations, you should have had one. I was even thinking of making another trip."

As for Nascent Soul-grade attack trump cards, Nascent Soul ancestors generally would not bestow them.

They carefully cultivated them, not to raise useless waste, nor because of so much familial affection, but in anticipation that in the future a powerhouse would be born within the sect, inheriting the glory of the sect and clan, sharing the pressure they themselves faced.

Giving an attack trump card would give low-level cultivators something to rely on, and would not achieve the effect of tempering.

It might even create a flaw in their Dao heart, making it no longer firm, and when weathering the Nascent Soul great tribulation there would be severe adverse consequences.

Therefore, even if there truly were deep father-son or mother-son affection, Nascent Soul cultivators would not bestow such things upon their descendants.

"The Lieyang Sword Son pursued too closely, and by coincidence I ran into Blood Flow Cloud. The two of them, for some unknown reason, joined forces…"

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son gave a bitter smile, treating his storage bag and the treasure robe on his body having vanished completely, his body feeling cool and exposed, as if he hadn't noticed.

After confirming again and again that the other party was not inclined toward the ways of Long Yang, he showed a trace of regret. He scooped up a handful of dirt from the ground, dissolved it with magic power into lava, and after it solidified wove it into a Dao robe to drape over himself, barely serving as cover.

Jiang Ding tossed the Liu Dao Sect Holy Son's treasure robe and treasures like the hair-binding feather crown into the pile of storage bags he kept in his hand at all times, hung the Liu Dao Sect Holy Son's storage bag on as well, tied it securely with a thin cord, and stacked it a bit higher.

"Blood Flow Cloud and the Lieyang Sword Son joined forces?"

He said, somewhat surprised.

Blood Flow Cloud was able to grow and expand on the territory of the Zhengmo Alliance, and recently seemed to be eyeing the Wang Ting's dragon qi, gathering people to form the Blood King Army, and might truly accomplish something. There was a force backing him.

Could it be the Great Sun Sword Sect?

"My lord, it is exactly so."

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son said respectfully: "These two joined forces. This one was caught off guard for a moment, fell into a Bi Si Zhi Jing, and only then used the escape trump card given by my grandfather to flee. It has long since been completely exhausted."

"And thanks to this, this one was able to meet my lord, to offer my humble service."

His appearance was utterly sycophantic.

"So that is how it is."

Jiang Ding nodded, said nothing more, and silently gazed into the distance.

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son stood with hands at his sides, attending behind him. His posture, expression, and bearing were all impeccable.

Even though his appearance was like that of a celestial being, extraordinarily handsome, if outsiders looked this way, they would certainly not place their attention on him first. Instead, they would naturally notice the master he served before him.

It was like a household-born servant trained by a noble family for many years — dutiful and proper, the etiquette of meeting superiors ingrained into instinct.

Quite professional.

"Um… Uncle-Master Tushan."

Han Lin had been sitting with closed eyes regulating his breath for a long time. Having recovered most of his magic power, he stood up, took out a black banner embroidered with the roaring of endless evil ghosts, the Seventy-Two Layers of Earth Sha at Great Perfection, and asked: "Do you need this? It happens to form a set with his. With your methods, elevating it to a Nascent Soul treasure should not be difficult."

He saw it clearly — all six of the Liu Dao Sect Holy Son's Six Paths of Reincarnation banners already belonged to this one. He wanted to do him a favor.

The respectfully attending Liu Dao Sect Holy Son's veins bulged, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, fixing Han Lin with a stare so cold it made one's scalp tingle.

Han Lin couldn't be bothered to pay attention, and even let out a snort of contempt.

"You this…"

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son's body trembled slightly. He hurriedly closed his eyes, afraid that he would lose his reason and bring about his own death.

Defeated at the hands of a powerhouse,

Although he was also full of resentment and venom, he could still control himself. The strong devouring the weak was the natural order of heaven, and demonic path cultivators accepted this.

But being humiliated by such a petty person was truly hard to bear!

"Many thanks, no need."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son's treasures were, to him, merely raw materials. There was no matter of their power and value greatly increasing once gathered together. It wasn't worth owing a favor.

Mm, as long as it wasn't an opposing stance, he would not take other people's things.

"Alright then."

Han Lin was somewhat regretful as he put away the Evil Ghost Banner.

He actually had quite a few thoughts of his own — for instance, the Nine-Element Spirit Ginseng… that was something that could assist in forming a Nascent Soul.

After quietly waiting like this for several days, a large group of Jin Dan cultivators flew in from the horizon in a dark mass. It was precisely Bai Mei True Person and the others. They obediently stopped to reorganize their formation once every quarter of an hour, their speed quite slow.

The effect of the practice was also a little there. When they stopped, the Eight Trigrams phenomenon barely rose up, showing some quasi-Nascent Soul-grade momentum. If it were face-to-face, hard clashing head-on, they might be able to defeat a Jin Dan heavenly pride in battle.

The Liu Dao Sect Holy Son glanced at them, revealed a look of disdain, and paid no more attention.

'So unable to hide his emotions?'

Jiang Ding silently noted this person's performance.

He had to say, this person really did very well in this aspect, subtly changing himself. There was much to learn. If one day he himself were captured by someone, seeking that one-in-a-ten-thousand chance of escape, he might well need to take this person as his teacher.

"Greetings, Lord Tushan!"

Bai Mei True Person and the other cultivators said respectfully in unison.

"Fellow Daoists…"

Jiang Ding glanced at the intelligence within the Lone-Eyed Cicada.

Blood Flowing Cloud continued to move further away without drawing closer; chasing it would still take who knows how many days, so he decided to leave it be for now.

"Next, you need to empty out the entire spiritual herb garden of the Falling Void Sect."

"An individual's merit is tied to the spiritual herbs they gather."

"Remember — you may not maliciously damage the spiritual herbs, may not pull them up by the roots, may not pick unripe spiritual herbs, and after picking you must replenish spirit stones, apply fertilizer…"

Jiang Ding rattled off a long string of instructions.

In short, the rogue cultivator habit of draining the pond to catch all the fish — harming others without benefiting oneself — had to be corrected, because this place might become one of his spiritual herb cultivation bases in the future.

Of course, that might be a very distant time; by then, even if not invincible, he would at least be able to protect himself within the realm.

"Yes! Lord Master Tushan!"

Bai Mei True Person and the other cultivators beamed with joy and answered loudly in assent.

Compared to fighting and killing, this kind of cushy job of breaking formations and gathering herbs was far more enticing.

This place even had Nascent Soul-grade spiritual herbs!

Although three-tenths had to be given up, it was also absolutely safe, wasn't it — not a bad deal at all.