Chapter 556: 2.7 Billion Low-Grade Spirit Stones, Instantly Becoming Rich

A massive swarm of Jin Dan cultivators scattered rapidly in all directions like hungry tigers pouncing on prey.

Those who receive the order are not allowed to fight; whoever arrives first claims the spiritual herb, so this is no time for modesty.

Of course, spiritual herbs and heavenly treasures do not grow on the ground for anyone to pick at will.

Those not from the Luo Xu Sect must break through layers of formations to harvest them; luck matters, but it does not matter, for it ultimately depends on one's strength in hand.

In the original spot, only Jiang Ding, the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son, and Han Lin remained.

Jiang Ding need not move; sitting and waiting allows him to claim the largest share, so naturally he has no need to act, while the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son looks down on it, as he could obtain Yuan Ying-level spiritual herbs within the Liu Dao Sect if he needed them.

Although it is still a vast fortune, given the current situation, he truly has no mood for it.

"Go ahead."

Jiang Ding looked at Han Lin, whose eyes burned with greed; though this man's strength was weak, his ability to explore hidden places, seek treasures, and break prohibitions was not weak, and he should secure a huge harvest.

"If you have the ability, go take your own spiritual herbs; third or fourth tier makes no difference, but thirty percent of them belongs to me; furthermore, you must not attack others."

He spoke with a slight warning.

Do not be fooled by this fellow's obedient appearance; he usually plays the fisherman to reap the benefits, and he has likely frequently ventured into others' ancestral lands to pick spiritual herbs and dig up heavenly treasures; at most, his bottom line is higher, so he rarely harms people.

"Uncle Master Tushan, rest assured!"

Han Lin gave a sheepish smile.

He dawdled for a long time, refusing to leave, with words on his lips but unsaid.

"Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng..."

Jiang Ding knew what he was thinking; after pondering for a moment, he said, "Go search freely; if you find it, seventy percent belongs to you; if you find it but cannot catch it, and you can pinpoint its location clearly, I will give you thirty percent."

"Remember, if someone else is more skilled and captures it first, you must not lose your reason or fly into a rage out of shame; you must let it go."

"Uncle's teaching is correct!"

Overjoyed, Han Lin dashed off like a streak of lightning toward the spiritual herb garden.

In this regard, he had ample confidence.

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng is the purest essence of earth, most skilled in earth-shifting and concealment; for others, let alone catching it, even seeing it is difficult; only he, for certain reasons, possesses extremely keen sensitivity to wood-attribute spirits, which allows him to find it repeatedly.

Unfortunately, its earth-shifting technique is far too mysterious; often, upon approaching within a hundred zhang, before actual contact, it vanishes without a trace.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to cultivate his spirit.

The scattered cultivators of the Luo Xu Sect know very little, but the Northern Plain families certainly have historical records; since the matter is of great importance, they would not neglect it, except that the Luo Xu Token does not permit Yuan Ying cultivators to enter.

Outside the Luo Xu Sect, Yuan Ying cultivators might be lurking in the semi-space layers, lying in ambush.

This aspect must be considered clearly in advance.

The Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son sat upright and obediently beside him, like a young boy, strictly observing etiquette; unless the master asked, he would not speak voluntarily.

With over two hundred Jin Dan cultivators engaging in no internal strife, focusing single-mindedly on breaking formations and harvesting spiritual herbs, what kind of efficiency would that yield?

The Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son watched intently as Jin Dan cultivator after Jin Dan cultivator reluctantly returned their designated thirty percent of spiritual herbs, which slowly piled up into a small mountain before him, causing him to swallow his saliva.

Such a colossal fortune, not lacking in Yuan Ying-level spiritual herbs,

represents a huge wealth even for Yuan Ying cultivators!

If cultivated and digested with dedication for several decades, it could even enable several Yuan Ying cultivators to break through their bottlenecks and advance their cultivation further.

For Jin Dan cultivators, this is an astronomical number beyond imagination.

Even though he is the Holy Son of the Liu Dao Sect, he has never possessed such a vast amount of heavenly treasures.

Although the elders within the sect speak politely, a mere Jin Dan cultivator, even if hailed as a genius, attempting to lay hands on the interests they have demarcated is like a mayfly shaking a tree, inviting humiliation upon himself.

"For this formation, first strike the Senior Qian position, then after seven breaths, strike the Li position..."

Jiang Ding did not always sit with eyes closed cultivating his spirit; occasionally, he would open his eyes and say something to a certain one-eyed cicada.

This occurred when Jin Dan cultivators under his command encountered corresponding formation difficulties that, even after seeking multiple formation masters to work together, could not be broken, forcing them to come forward and seek help.

The price was applied uniformly.

The share for participating cultivators dropped from seventy percent divided equally to thirty percent divided equally, forcibly reducing the harvest by forty percent, and there was a baseline value requirement; if the designated threshold was not reached, nothing was given, and everything had to be turned over.

Thus, unless absolutely forced, no one dared to disturb him.

Jin Dan cultivators broke formations, harvested spiritual herbs, and processed them, busy as bees; everyone made great gains, especially those with profound cultivation and high-level formation arts, who earned beyond their wildest dreams.

This further ignited the cultivators' enthusiasm, making them wish to dig the spiritual herb garden up to its very roots.

Two months later.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at the storage bag specially designated to hold the harvest from the spiritual herb garden; even with his current Dao heart, his breath involuntarily hitched.

"I've struck it rich..."

Spiritual herbs of various attributes and tiers were stored in specially crafted jade boxes, piled into mountains; the medicinal qi formed clouds, so dense that the storage bag could not fully contain it, and the fragrant medicine scent was overwhelming.

The only regret was that this fragment of the Luo Xu Sect's Nine Heavens was too small; spiritual herbs could barely grow beyond the fourth tier, otherwise the harvest would have been even greater.

"Let me calculate..."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and calculated bit by bit.

"Approximately the value of 2.7 billion low-grade spirit stones!"

"Among them, fourth-tier heavenly treasures account for about 500 million low-grade spirit stones; these heavenly treasures can be easily exchanged for fourth-tier items within the immortal sects."

"No, that is conservative; these fourth-tier spiritual herbs are quite rare, seldom seen in immortal sects, and will even fetch a premium."

"I announce that Mu Mu Tianxue has fallen to the top of the list of kind-hearted donors, and the Luo Xu Sect has become the number one kind-hearted donor!"

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm, while inwardly he could not stop shouting with excitement.

"I can repay the loan now."

"This is the charm of the platform!"

"In the past, fighting to the death and risking life and limb, how many coins could one earn this way?"

"How different from now, when one does nothing but sit in place, and heavenly treasures and precious artifacts fly automatically into one's pocket; it is truly too effortless."

Jiang Ding's mind was filled with fantasies, imagining himself establishing order for the entire world, and calculating how much surplus he could accumulate annually after deducting fixed expenses.

At that time, it would not be difficult for everything within sight—roads, flowers, grass, trees, and Shanfeng—to be paved entirely with spirit stones.

"My Lord Master Tushan, what shall we do next..."

A trembling voice asked.

Bai Mei, the True Person, and other Jin Dan cultivators gathered; they were all shrewd and calculating, seasoned figures who, with merely a slight calculation, could arrive at a number that made their bodies burn with intense heat.

Their eyes turned red; they stared unblinkingly, almost unable to restrain themselves from rushing forward to snatch the ordinary-looking youth before them clean.

"Fellow Daoists, wait a little longer."

Jiang Ding also sensed the emotional shift among the Jin Dan cultivators and offered them a faint smile.

A chill ran through everyone's hearts.

With immense willpower, they painfully dragged their already red eyes away to the side.