Chapter 609: Jiang Canghai Tianjun Becomes Rich

Everyone's gaze trembled as they looked at the Spirit Beast and Heavenly Treasure List.

"First, the Nine Dark Black-Feather Blade, a Mid-Grade Nascent Soul Treasure."

"Nine blades, mother and son, can form the Nine Evil Blood Killing Array, requiring the General Heishi direct bloodline to activate; the blade is razor-sharp, contains vicious curses, can only be wielded by Nascent Soul cultivators, and requires thirty thousand merit points."

"Second, the Soul-Breaking Consciousness-Destroying Needle, a Low-Grade Nascent Soul Treasure, formless and intangible..."

The very first row consisted of Nascent Soul treasures accumulated by the General Heishi family, their value exorbitant; even Nascent Soul cultivators seeing them would feel their hearts burn, willing to pay any price to seize them, with schemes, secret harm, and forced taking being commonplace, leaving no room for saving face.

Many Jin Dan cultivators felt greed burn hot within their hearts and instinctively looked toward the Merit List.

The highest person had one thousand three hundred ninety-seven merit points.

That was not even one-tenth of a Nascent Soul Treasure.

The crowd felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over them, their hearts instantly chilled to the bone.

However, though unwilling to admit it, they had to concede.

Among them, the one with the highest merit had only killed a few General Heishi direct-line Jin Dan cultivators, and that was with others' help, plus they had destroyed part of an array.

Merely this amount of achievement, compared to a single Nascent Soul Treasure, was naturally insignificant.

The crowd swept their eyes over the dazzling Tier Four heavenly materials and treasures, forcing themselves not to look, not to think of their immense value, and moved on to Tier Three items and some Tier Four spiritual herbs and spiritual ores.

Quickly, several items captured the gaze of all Jin Dan cultivators; their eyes turned red, and they were on the verge of madness.

"Sixteenth, one portion of Soul-Washing Liquid, refined from the souls, blood, and bones of many Jin Dan cultivators; it can increase the chance of advancing to Nascent Soul by ten percent, but will pollute the soul, causing reduced potential after advancing to Nascent Soul, valued at nine thousand merit points."

"Twenty-first, one portion of Black Crow Molting, the remains left behind by a General Heishi Nascent Soul cultivator after passing away; it can increase the chance of advancing to Nascent Soul by two-tenths and even offers a chance for bloodline atavism; only those with a relatively strong General Heishi bloodline can use it, otherwise they will die with their souls and spirits in chaos, valued at five thousand merit points."

"The..."

Nascent Soul-forming spiritual objects!

All of this drove every Jin Dan cultivator mad; many instinctively drew their weapons, acting on pure impulse, ready to fight to the death.

Jiang Ding silently watched them.

"We..."

The crowd's bodies trembled, and they barely regained their reason.

"Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, can our merit points be combined or borrowed?"

Yu Zhong suppressed the restlessness in his heart and spoke eagerly.

Although the large quantity of Tier Three and Tier Four heavenly materials and treasures was good, they were nothing compared to the Nascent Soul-forming spiritual objects.

He was confident that by paying a heavy price, he could persuade many to lend him some merit points; even if there were many ambushes and dangers afterward, he would not care.

"Impossible."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

In the Cultivation World, many things cannot be exchanged between upper and lower levels.

Low-Grade Spirit Stones generally cannot buy Tier Three or Tier Four heavenly materials and treasures; it is merely a lack of a more accurate equivalent, so Spirit Stones are used only as an analogy and for counting, not as actual circulating currency.

The same applies to these Jin Dan cultivators.

What it is, is what it is.

He would not take advantage of others, but he would not allow himself to suffer a loss either.

The instant these words left his mouth,

Jiang Ding suddenly felt threads of killing intent, coming from Yu Zhong and many Jin Dan cultivators, erupting suddenly, enough to make entire groups of Foundation Establishment cultivators shiver all over, their souls and spirits freezing, unable to speak.

"Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun..."

Yu Zhong and the other Jin Dan cultivators were filled with fear and awe.

Jiang Ding spoke no more and offered no response.

The many Jin Dan cultivators dared not speak again, hiding their unwillingness deep within, and continued to look at the various heavenly materials and treasures, Tier Three treasures, and so on; especially the rare Tier Three items, many of which could greatly enhance their strength, they honestly selected the items they desired.

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm; he did not mind anything.

In fact, his inner self was also rolling endlessly, constantly shouting for joy, indulging in unrestrained fantasies, completely unlike his outward indifference.

"Hahaha!"

"I've struck it rich!"

"I, Jiang Canghai Tianjun, have struck it rich!!"

In the sea of his soul and spirit, a small figure in green robes hugged a pile of Spirit Stones, shouting wildly and scattering them around, over and over again, utterly mad, until the sky rained Spirit Stones continuously, yet he still would not stop.

"The total value is—"

The small figure in green robes spoke with a high-pitched voice.

"Thirteen billion five hundred million!"

"The total value of this war booty is thirteen billion five hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Even if I have to give away two percent, that is two hundred seventy million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, I will still have thirteen billion two hundred thirty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Hmm... are they too few?"

Jiang Ding suddenly thought of something and pondered: "Two hundred seventy million divided by one hundred twelve equals... two million four hundred ten thousand; roughly, each Jin Dan cultivator can receive wealth worth over two million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, of course, they can choose Tier Three heavenly materials and treasures without restriction."

"An average of two million four hundred ten thousand per person."

"This... to be honest, it is a bit little, after all, this is a life-risking business."

Jiang Ding showed a look of hesitation and doubt.

"Those working for me, your brother, while not everyone will strike it rich, we certainly cannot be too shabby."

"If this gets out, will this Canghai Tianjun still have any face?"

Reputation is not just about face; sometimes it can also turn into tangible benefits.

Just like this time,

without the Master Tushan Sword Cultivators' reputation for keeping their word and never breaking promises, these Jin Dan cultivators would never have compromised so quickly and backstabbed the General Heishi family.

Even if they were willing to backstab, it would be impossible for so many people to act in concert; having forty or fifty percent willing to believe would already be quite good.

You appear out of nowhere as a complete stranger, with no understanding between you—how could others possibly be willing to bet their entire lives and fortunes on you?

Of course, in the end it would still be possible to break the Black Feather Heavenly God Slaying Myriad Souls Grand Formation; it's just that the time would once again be delayed by who knows how much.

"Enough. Jiang Canghai Tianjun's gaze must be set far into the distance."

"What are spirit stones but dirt?"

Jiang Ding felt a pang in his heart, yet on the surface he said lightly: "Fellow Daoists, today there is a great joyous occasion—a great scourge of the Northern Plains has been removed. To celebrate, I shall present another gift."

He tapped the Merit List once more, and everyone's merits shifted again, increasing the merit quota by eight million low-grade spirit stones.

"Master Dinghai Zhenjun, you…"

Yu Zhong was stunned.

Wei Wei Qingqing was stunned.

The many Jin Dan cultivators were all dumbfounded in unison, suspecting their eyes were playing tricks and their ears were ringing.

"Fellow Daoists, are you perhaps finding my gift too meager?"

Jiang Ding feigned displeasure.

His heart was bleeding.

With one small flick of his hand, eight hundred million low-grade spirit stones evaporated—faster than burning fire, more silent than being thrown into the sea, instantly becoming smoke and clouds, each spirit stone sprouting wings and flying away from the Canghai Tianjun.

"We wouldn't dare!"

"Master Dinghai Zhenjun's noble righteousness is beyond what we minor cultivators can match!"

"This junior has cultivated the Dao until now and has never seen a person like Master Dinghai Zhenjun; I wish I could follow under your banner at all times, willing to die ten thousand deaths without regret."

The many Jin Dan cultivators who had once erupted with killing intent felt ashamed in their hearts, bowed deeply to the ground, sincerely convinced, and had no complaints by any logic or sentiment.

(End of this chapter)