Chapter 557: The Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll Owning Rent

Cluster Heavy Cannon Bombardment Killing Cultivators Main Text Volume 589 Chapter The Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll Owning Rent Over two hundred Golden Core cultivators stood silently; though their greed was heavy, none dared to look upward again.

They knew their own family matters themselves.

Though numerous, their hearts were not united, and many held grudges against one another.

The formation they composed possessed immense momentum, yet it was mixed and not refined; let alone this prodigy who had repeatedly suppressed the Fiery Sun Sword Disciple and the Six Paths Saint Disciple, even a ordinary Quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator or a Golden Core prodigy could find an opportunity to break a gap in their formation.

Moreover, their formation was bestowed by the person before them; finding flaws was simpler than observing patterns on one's palm.

If they truly harbored any ill thoughts, after being defeated one by one, death would be the only result.

A flash of light flickered deep within the Six Paths Saint Disciple's eyes.

These rogue cultivators were far more scattered than the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders of Blood Flowing Cloud; there existed a possibility of turning them.

The Northern Origin Family had ruled the Northern Origin for over ten thousand years, accumulating experience by the cartload; he clearly knew how to divide and bribe these rogue cultivators.

Do not look at how deep the hatred of rogue cultivators is toward families; as long as tangible benefits are given, bribery is truly not difficult.

Naturally, settling accounts afterward, turning one's back and refusing to recognize people, was practiced with great skill; many predecessors had already done so and written it into books to educate successors.

"Uncle Master Tushan!"

Han Lin shouted excitedly from afar, breaking the suffocating atmosphere here and letting everyone's hearts relax.

"Stand in place; do not move without orders."

Jiang Ding said indifferently, turning to fly toward the distance.

Regarding these people's greed, he was not angry.

Between the two sides, it was originally mutual utilization and mutual caution; they were not truly so-called subordinates or anything, merely a temporary need.

As long as the bottom line had not been crossed, everything could be disregarded.

Everyone has a heart that loves wealth.

However, the Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng, which could assist in forming an infant, although he did not value it highly, could cause Golden Core peak cultivators to lose their reason; to avoid unpleasant matters, it was unnecessary for them to know.

"Yes!"

Bai Mei True Person and others respectfully responded to the order, daring not to ask what had appeared in the distance.

They were all very intelligent; naturally, they knew the other party's patience had accumulated to a certain extent, and a slight breakthrough would lead to bloody events; they could only guess with extreme envy in their hearts.

Jiang Ding followed Han Lin, concealing his figure, passing through over a hundred kilometers in a row, arriving at an unremarkable yellow earthen hill.

The spiritual energy around was sparse; the highest-grade spiritual herb was only first-tier, and even Golden Core cultivators would disdain to pick them.

Unless one could artificially synthesize related heavenly treasures and earthly gems, low-grade spiritual objects were useless to Golden Core cultivators and were regarded merely as wood and stone.

"Uncle, this is the place."

Han Lin also suppressed his voice to the utmost in his divine sense transmission, his heart pounding: "I sensed the Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng is just below; over a hundred zhang underground, if the soil layer is slightly disturbed, it will disappear again, needing at least a month to find its tracks once more."

"Bad luck; it might not be found for several years."

For these two months, he had been busy with this matter; even when a fourth-tier spiritual herb was close at hand, he could not spare a thought, staring fixedly until now when he could finally lock it down.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes.

This spirit ginseng was indeed extraordinary; even though he had approached here, he still could not sense a clear track within the sword intent, only a faint, elusive feeling.

To lock it down in a single instant, I fear only the original body being here could achieve it.

Pseudo-divine sense electromagnetic waves mixed with sword intent unfolded, forming a net-like giant sphere that slowly sank into the soil space below.

Bit by bit, inch by inch, it closed in toward the center.

Silently passing through the soil layer, the distance gradually shortened.

A palm-sized, unremarkable clod of earth appeared within the range of sword intent perception.

Jiang Ding looked carefully.

This was a doll-shaped figure the size of a palm, milk-yellow all over, with two ginseng green leaves on its head, its features exquisite and cute, neither male nor female, with two tiny hands that were short and chubby.

"... Earth..."

"... Delicious earth..."

It was sleeping, and occasionally spoke in its sleep.

"It seems to have developed spiritual intelligence..."

Jiang Ding frowned.

Influenced by the immortal sects, he held some universal values.

If the demon beasts of the Master Tushan Demon Kingdom did not eat humans, he might not necessarily ruthlessly slaughter them all.

With spiritual intelligence, there are human rights.

"... Need to find an excuse."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, and an idea floated to his mind.

"Rent,"

"The Luo Xu Sect is a human clan; they have no inheritors. As a member of the human race, I possess a weak claim; after the strong claimants are completely extinct, my weak claim will be sufficient."

"This Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng has lived in the Luo Xu Sect for who knows how many years, owing a sky-high amount of rent; it needs to work for me for a while to pay it off."

"Hmm, that's it."

Jiang Ding muttered strange things, feeling his Dao heart become even more stable.

"Fall!"

Jiang Ding pointed his finger.

In an instant, the sword intent and divine sense lurking silently all around suddenly erupted, forming layers of dense sword qi nets; whoosh, they surrounded it, covering the still-sleeping Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng.

"Eh?!"

The Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll, who had been asleep in a dream, widened its eyes, revealing a look of terror.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, the spatial fluctuations surged violently, and it vanished within the net of azure sword qi.

"Teleportation!"

Han Lin's expression shifted slightly.

This is an ability only Nascent Soul cultivators possess!

This was also the reason he had long since locked onto the Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll but dared not make a move for so long.

Unless one had planned ahead, how precious are treasures that suppress spatial laws? Who would spend their entire fortune to refine such an item in advance that is useless in daily life?

"Ee-ya! Ee-ya-ya!"

"Ee-ya-ya!"

Over a thousand meters away, a milk-yellow doll with two green ginseng leaves on its head emerged from the ground, stuck out its tongue making a "bleh" sound, spat in their direction, and kept slapping its thighs in mockery, arrogant and reckless.

"This is violent resistance to rent collection."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"Ee-ee!"

The Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll rolled its eyes and vanished with a whoosh.

"Junior Uncle..."

Han Lin grew extremely anxious, but seeing the person opposite him remain very calm, his anxious emotions eased slightly.

Several breaths later.

Jiang Ding flew forward a single step, and Han Lin hurriedly followed with quick steps.

Winding and turning, they traveled another hundred-plus kilometers, arriving at a pond with pleasant scenery.

This time, Jiang Ding no longer concealed anything; he drew his sword, a flash of silver light like a white silk ribbon appeared and vanished instantly, and he sheathed it.

Below,

a pond of over ten mu split open from the center, with water and soil parting to both sides, revealing a Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll inside, bowing its head and taking small sips of water.

"Ee-ya!"

It stared dumbfounded at the two people who had suddenly appeared.

Completely unaware of what was happening, it fumbled frantically on its body for a long time, only to discover a tiny sword mark on a small finger.

"Ee!"

The Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll looked angrily at Jiang Ding, broke off its finger, let it grow back again, and vanished with a whoosh once more.

"A precious treasure!"

Han Lin's eyes sparkled; he hurriedly caught the falling finger before it hit the ground. A hazy light flashed, turning it into a tiny ginseng root. Pure and dense spiritual qi emanated from the broken end; just smelling a breath made one feel as if floating to immortality.

A ginseng broken finger looks terrifying, but it is actually equivalent to a human cutting their hair; the physiological structures of plants and animals differ.

"Give up, it's useless..."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding was not in a hurry either; he waited for a quarter of an hour before moving forward to pursue.

Traveling another hundred-plus kilometers, they arrived beside a great tree over a hundred zhang tall; a faint flash of sword qi from his fingers split open the tree's core.

Inside, the Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll said nothing and vanished.

Jiang Ding continued the pursuit.

Thus, after nine consecutive times, he finally found the Nine-Yuan Spirit Ginseng Doll, its face full of despair, in the center of a large stone that an adult could embrace with both arms.

"Damn your grandfather! I'm not a beauty, why are you chasing me?"

It spoke in an angry voice, a rough, thorny voice.