Chapter 558: Beiyuan Great Hero Blood Flow Cloud Surrenders

Ji Qun Zhong Heavy Cannons Bombard Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 590: Northern Plains Great Hero Blood Flowing Cloud Surrenders "You can talk?"

Jiang Ding was taken aback.

He had thought it was a naive, cute little doll.

"Bullshit!"

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng burst out cursing: "Laozi is over a thousand years old, you tell me whether I can talk or not? Our ginseng clan's speech is yiya yiya."

"But that doesn't mean Laozi is young!"

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"Rent."

After a long while, he said in a subdued voice.

"Fine, anything goes."

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng said feebly: "I read in the scripture library of the Luoxu Sect that you humans have always been this hypocritical and overbearing. I thought it was exaggerated, but I didn't expect it to be even worse than in the books. Running into you counts as my bad luck."

"Actually, it's not…"

These words made Jiang Ding feel a little embarrassed.

"You work for me for five hundred years. Hmm, you don't even need to work. Just give me some ginseng whiskers every hundred years, five times total, and that will pay off the Luoxu Sect's rent. When the time comes, I'll set you free."

He emphasized: "I am an upright and kind cultivator. I will not harm your ginseng safety over a debt issue."

"Heh heh."

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng gave a disdainful laugh.

Clang!

Sword drawn.

"Your uprightness,"

"Your kindness,"

"From the Luoxu Sect all the way to the Liu Dao Sect, and even as far as the East Sea, there is no one who does not know, no one who has not heard."

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng wore a fawning smile on its face and flattered: "Serving you for five hundred years is simply the tremendous fortune this little ginseng has accumulated over two thousand years of cultivation. If word got out, who knows how many of my kinsmen would be consumed with envy and hatred."

"I told you, you are a ginseng of noble character."

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and sighed: "I absolutely will not owe money and refuse to pay it back. You know, I hate most in my life those who owe money and won't repay it. I wish I could hack them into eight pieces."

"After all, those who lend you money are people who trust you—good brothers, good friends. Such people absolutely must not be let down."

"You're not the kind of ginseng who owes money and won't pay it back, right?"

"Absolutely not!"

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng raised its little chubby hand and swore a solemn oath.

"That's good."

Jiang Ding's expression softened even more. He pointed at Han Lin beside him: "This is the other landlord. After the Luoxu Sect cultivator died, the sect's debts are handled by the two of us. He gets a thirty percent share."

"This fellow Daoist Han Lin, hmm, is rather poor. He might need some ready cash."

Jiang Ding gave a meaningful look, pointing in another direction.

He was too upright and kind,

to bear seeing such things.

Han Lin got the hint, grabbed the chubby Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll, walked into a secluded grove, and after a pleasant negotiation for quite a while, finally delivered the Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll back.

Jiang Ding glanced at the doll.

The little fellow's skin was dim, listless, its aura having dropped by a large margin. It would take at least a hundred years to recover. However, the foundation of its vital essence was undamaged—the extraction had been pinpointed precisely at the critical threshold.

"This is for you."

Jiang Ding tossed out a large bag of spiritual fertilizer.

A product of the immortal sect. He had prepared it when he thought he might need to gather herbs.

For immortal sect cultivators, replenishing water and fertilizer after gathering herbs was basic common sense, needing no special instruction. From childhood onward, everyone around them did it this way.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll shoved it away in disgust: "Quickly send me into the white paste soil, bury me up, at least twenty years, or my cultivation will drop."

"Give it a try."

"Try what? Are you the ginseng or am I the ginseng? Do you understand, or do I understand?"

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll said angrily.

Han Lin looked gleefully at the jade vial in his hand. The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll had been very well-behaved in front of him, none of this fuss. A little intimidation and it handed over enough spiritual liquid for him to form a Nascent Soul twice.

"Yes, you are the ginseng."

Jiang Ding couldn't be bothered to argue, directly grabbing a handful of spiritual fertilizer and stuffing it into its mouth.

"Since you know it's you then still… mmph mmph mmph…"

"Huh?"

The Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll had its mouth stuffed with spiritual fertilizer and struggled fiercely at first, but soon reversed course, devouring the spiritual fertilizer in big mouthfuls, packing its mouth full, eyes shining: "What is this? How come I've never eaten it before?"

"Spiritual fertilizer. If you want it, you can work for me in the future, tending spiritual plants to earn it."

Jiang Ding replied casually, took out a storage bag capable of holding living things, and stuffed the Nine Yuan Spirit Ginseng doll into it.

He would not bring any sentient life into the immortal sect.

However, even in this world, there were large tracts of spiritual fields available for planting. If a ginseng spirit were willing to lend a hand, a great increase in yield would be no difficult matter.

The two returned after an interval of several months, drawing the gaze of a large group of Jin Dan cultivators.

Including the Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son, no one had left this place. Some cultivated, some refined pills and treasures—two months had passed very easily.

"Greetings, my lord Master Tushan!"

Many Jin Dan cultivators rose and bowed, not asking where the two had gone.

"According to the information on the Falling Void Token, in six months the Falling Luo Xu Zong's mountain gate will close. We can choose to leave at that time."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Now, come with me to find Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, and ask him to join us in attacking the Falling Luo Xu Zong's Patriarch Hall. If there are opportunities such as Gong Fa, they will be shared according to the same rules as the Scripture Pavilion."

"Yes!"

Bai Mei True Person and the others recalled the Gong Fa they had obtained, and their morale soared.

"Senior Qian unit one, Kun unit one, Zhen unit one… step forward."

Following Jiang Ding's command, the small military formation composed of over a hundred Jin Dan cultivators appeared once again.

The only difference was that after the quasi-Nascent Soul tier prodigy, the Six Paths Holy Son, joined, the difficulty of controlling the formation dropped another notch, and its speed increased once more.

The image of the Eight Trigrams reflected all around, unleashing a heavy, oppressive pressure as it slowly advanced into the distance.

……

One formation of Blood Cloud.

One formation of Eight Trigrams.

The two, one ahead and one behind, separated by over two thousand kilometers, had their distance closing bit by bit, unstoppable.

The entire Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders was permeated with a mood of despair and pessimism.

"How long before we collide?"

Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun said in a low voice.

From beginning to end, no one mentioned disbanding the military formation and fleeing separately.

Once scattered, that Tu Mountain sword cultivator could slaughter each and every one of them at will, without the slightest effort.

"Nineteen days."

Blood Spear General Hei Lou Cheng said in a heavy voice.

A silence like death.

Many Jin Dan cultivators' eyes flickered.

Obviously, they absolutely could not fight to the death alongside the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders; they had simply been under surveillance the whole time, unable to leave on their own.

A long while.

In this calm, a sigh emerged.

"Big Brother, surrender."

Dong Xue Shou Ren Mo Li Tu spent a long time finally recovering to adult size, though his aura was still very weak—worse than even many Qi Refining cultivators. He coughed for a long while, then said: "The Six Paths Holy Son and the Blazing Sun Sword Son have lost. We… are probably no match either. If we keep dragging this out, besides continually angering the Tu Mountain sword cultivator, there won't be any other result."

"Although this person is cunning and vicious, he might still keep his word when speaking. I heard most sword cultivators place great importance on their promises."

"Bai Mei True Person, the Six Paths Holy Son—he didn't kill them either."

"Second Brother…"

Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun's face was full of gloom.

Surrendering, handing one's fate over to a cultivator one had never met—this was unimaginable in his past life. There was only living standing up and dying standing up; there had never been any other choice.