Chapter 599: The Complete Moral Cultivation of Jiang Canghai Tianjun

Jiang Ding reached out and took the Infant-Snaring Net floating in the air.

A single-use item, this black net worth six hundred million low-grade spirit stones, forged from a great quantity of fourth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, had already lost its ability to capture a Nascent Soul; only its binding function remained, and once released it would automatically fall apart.

His divine sense swept through it.

Jiang Ding was somewhat curious and looked over it carefully.

This was still his first time seeing and touching a cultivator's Nascent Soul.

It was a palm-sized little figure, complete in every respect — hands, feet, skin, clothes, hair, eyes — indistinguishable from a True Person; only the occasional flickering of translucent azure spiritual light let one realize with a start that this was a lifeform formed from the power of the divine soul.

Not good-looking, not cute at all.

This little figure looked exactly like Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun — a hawk-like nose, a sinister and aged face, hair faintly grey-white.

Just looking at it, a fierce, baleful aura came rushing at one, enough to make infants stop crying, to frighten away crowds of mortals, and make them suffer nightmares day and night for the rest of their lives until their divine souls withered and they died.

"Fellow Daoist Shen Ya, you truly are a villain — not good-looking in the slightest."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly and said: "Fortunately, I am here. Without shirking hardship, executing Heaven's will, I send you into reincarnation one step ahead of schedule. The filth of the world is a little less — how wonderful."

"Of course, the premise is that a divine soul scattered to ash can still enter reincarnation."

The old ancestor of the General Heishi Clan, one of the twenty-eight great clans of the Northern Plains with ten-thousand-year heritages, should have many valuable things in his mind.

One only needs to buy a top-grade fourth-tier Soul-Searching Talisman to obtain them.

Jiang Ding put the black net into a storage jade pendant that could hold living creatures.

In the sky, the spiritual-light runes on the cannon barrels of the thousand-meter-plus steel giant warship faded one after another; a hazy, indistinct spatial ripple appeared around its body, and it slowly vanished, flying off into the deepest depths of space.

Lurking, hidden.

Waiting for the next summoning.

"Commander, after re-scanning, all sentient beings within a hundred li have been blocked; no information has leaked."

"The blocking spell has never once failed. The gaze of the beings on the earth cannot pierce the barrier to see or hear anything; their expressions, gazes, and divine-soul fluctuations, when compared against the facial data in the database, likewise show no anomalies."

The warship spirit Yun Ri reported in a soft, sweet voice.

"Mm, you've worked hard."

Jiang Ding nodded. His escape light flashed, and he appeared beside a clump of blood mist that had not yet scattered with the wind, which he had solidified with his divine sense.

Pushing aside the blood mist, a pitch-black thumb ring appeared within.

"It hasn't shattered yet — not bad."

Jiang Ding put it away. Then, with a beckoning gesture, fragments from all directions — like scattered feathers — flew in toward him: some as large as a palm, some as small as dust, invisible to the naked eye, glittering with a crystalline sheen in the sunlight.

This — was Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun's Ben Ming Fa, the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor!

This treasure combined offense and defense. Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun had refined it for over a thousand years, melting in who knows how many heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and the divine souls of living beings. With its wings spread, it could in an instant form a blade array, or layer piece upon piece into a powerful defense; it did not even fear the attacks of mid-Nascent-Soul cultivators for a time — profoundly wondrous.

But, under a single shot from the super warship Dairi's Magnetic Cloud Star-Splitting Cannon, it vanished into smoke, shattering into countless pieces, its spirituality gone, and along with it Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun's body was reduced to fine powder, instantly becoming a mist of blood.

"And there's also this…"

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept the earth and sky in meticulous detail, not letting slip a single trace.

Very soon, a tortoise-shell treasure with a large chunk caved in and faint crack-like patterns around it was dug out from the earth; brushing off the dirt revealed its treasure-body, black as jade.

"A mid-grade Infant treasure, worth over a billion low-grade spirit stones — and that billion is entirely in fourth-tier equivalents."

Jiang Ding drew a light breath, greatly regretting it.

"But it's broken."

"Its value has dropped sharply; at most it's worth two or three hundred million low-grade spirit stones' worth of fourth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures — and that's relying on the flourishing treasure-recycling industry of the immortal sects. Otherwise it would be far lower still…"

The extreme killing power formed by the Taiqing Flying Sword plus a single shot from the super warship exceeded even Jiang Ding's expectations; his control over the flying sword had also greatly diminished — he could only designate the attack target.

Because the speed was too fast to control.

"No selling — all of this is warship-provisions to feed Yun Ri. It should be enough for her to… no, to smelt and digest for a long time."

The black-jade tortoise shell, together with the fragments of the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor, were tossed into the storage jade pendant.

As for the blood mist and bone fragments spread over several hundred meters, he condensed them into a single clump with his divine sense, exhaled a deep-blue sword-intent pill flame, and burned them to ash — along with any possible divine-soul fragments, resurrection tricks, and the like, all ground away cleanly.

What remained was a pile of white ash, which he put into an empty storage pouch, intending to pick some random spot and toss it dozens of tens of thousands of li away.

"Next is clearing spell auras, karmic traces, residual divine-soul aura, and so on…"

Jiang Ding drifted through various parts of the sky, occasionally descending and casting one after another top-grade third-tier Spirit-Breaking Law-Destroying spell from his hands, recombining the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy and restoring it to its original Pristine Beginning state—pure and flawless, without any postnatal contamination.

Whenever he encountered deep pits on the ground, or mountain peaks collapsed by the aftershock of spells, he would restore them as best he could, then cast several more Spirit-Breaking Law-Destroying spells to clear the aura…

Everything was done with the utmost familiarity.

He had a procedure of his own, refined to perfection through over a hundred years of constant trial and error; the efficiency was extremely high — in less than a few minutes, everything was done.

And this was without hurrying.

If he were in a rush, he would only need three breaths to finish cleaning the battlefield, clear the vast majority of battlefield traces, and vanish.

After a whole set of procedures, Jiang Ding was confident: if several more years were allowed to pass, even a Soul Transformation cultivator skilled in karma would have no hope of grabbing his tail and tracking him down through pursuit spells.

"Gone."

After once more confirming there were no oversights, Jiang Ding concealed his form, vanished, and flew rapidly toward the distance.

Target — Tushan Xiancheng!

"Shang Shang Sanwu…"

Jiang Ding thought of the past again and ground his teeth: "You trafficker of people, you scum. Heaven's law is clear — crime will finally be punished. This Canghai Tianjun holds not the slightest personal grudge against you; everything is for the justice of this realm, executing Heaven's will, to avenge the countless cultivators and mortals torn from their families who died at your hands."

"There is absolutely no personal grudge between us—in the past, all our dealings were fair trade and legitimate business."

"My heart is single-mindedly for the world."

"Also, the heritage of the General Heishi Clan should belong to me — so that in the future I may pass down those Gong Fa that pose no harm to humanity."

"These immortal-path wisdoms born from the General Heishi Clan's plundering of the Northern Plains' cultivators and mortals over ten thousand years are innocent; they should not be buried, they should belong to all of humanity."

He said, somewhat narcissistically.

"I'm so kind."

"In this dark Cultivation World, what a person of noble moral character I am!"

Jiang Ding sighed deeply, feeling that his Dao heart had grown considerably more complete and firm.

His speed suddenly surged.

Streaking through space, he fled at top speed toward Tushan Xiancheng.

(End of chapter)