Chapter 797: The Heaven Void Ten Thousand Concealments Xuan Jin: The Destined Master

Jiang Ding extended his hand and beckoned.

Not far away, a black poison blade the size of an arm flew over and landed in his hand; on the other side was a somewhat broken bronze statue of a Bixi.

"The quantity of Brother Xuanwu Divine Metal is sufficient."

Jiang Ding examined the broken bronze Bixi statue closely.

He repeatedly scanned its material, confirming it was indeed smelted from the Divine Metal passed down by the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, possessing powerful energy conduction properties, and he set his mind at ease.

This energy conduction property encompasses magic power, spiritual qi, Lei Ting, the Five Elements, and so on, covering everything.

Used for defense, it can disperse all external sword qi and force into the void, reducing the damage received by the cultivator to the maximum extent.

Used for offense, it can also gather spiritual qi, magic power, and other killing forces in an extremely short time; between techniques, the response speed of divine sense and the spiritual qi of heaven and earth is a tiny fraction faster than other cultivators, and the power of the techniques is even greater.

Do not think this is merely a slight difference in response speed.

It is precisely because of this property that Brother Xuanwu Divine Metal bears the name of the Divine Metal passed down by the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong!

If this property is utilized to the extreme, with a single sword strike, the enemy would not even have time to react before losing their head.

Or even if they do react, the mobilization of magic power and the spiritual qi of heaven and earth is a bit slow, unable to mobilize the full amount, forcing them to fight a powerful enemy with only fifty percent or eighty percent of their strength, greatly increasing the possibility of instant death.

In the divine sense of high-level cultivators, so many things can be done in this tiny fraction of time.

It is life and death,

a huge difference between the success and destruction of the Dao.

"Speaking of speed, isn't the Yu Chong Guang Xuan Jin of the Tianji Xiangong the fastest?"

Jiang Ding recalled the information on the Tianji Xiangong within the immortal sects, feeling very regretful.

The Tianji Xiangong is good at deduction and divination; their offensive expansion is relatively weak, their conduct is relatively fair, and they have a good reputation within the Jiudaxian Sect.

Their cultivators often take on the roles of commander and brain when the disciples of the immortal sects act jointly.

The Divine Metal passed down by their sect is named Yu Chong Guang Xuan Jin.

This passed-down Divine Metal is said to be stained with a tiny fraction of the light and time of heaven and earth; the river of time in the place where the Xuan Jin is located is affected, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, showing a tiny bit of chaos.

Combined with the scriptures passed down by the Tianji Xiangong, it is claimed to be able to project the cultivator's vision into the future, seeing the predetermined fate of the future clearly.

"... Simply not doing their proper work!"

Jiang Ding was speechless.

He was truly impressed by these charlatans.

Does the future still need deduction?

Just use the Yu Chong Guang Xuan Jin directly on the flying sword, beat to death everyone who obstructs, and chop to pieces and annihilate everything that obstructs.

In this way, wouldn't the future be created?

Is it necessary to use Tianji calculations, divination, consume lifespan, consume vital blood, communicate with the Heavenly Dao, and all sorts of messy things?

"However, time is too ethereal and unpredictable, extremely difficult to contact and study; the immortal sects have absolutely no research data on it. Even if you gave me the Yu Chong Guang Xuan Jin, I couldn't use it; it would be like scrap metal.

Unless Tianji Zi sends me the classics of the Tianji Xiangong's path of time along with it, then it would be fine."

Jiang Ding sighed.

After wiping it lightly, Jiang Ding put away the broken Bixi bronze statue, a Nascent Soul-level treasure embryo.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the Shadow Killing Ten Thousand Poison Blade of the Shadow Demon Dao Disciple.

The black blade was an arm's length long, did not reflect light under the sun, and had no aura at all; if one looked with divine sense, one would find that there was nothing there, absolutely nothing.

"Tian Xu Tianxu Wan Ni Xuan Jin..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

In fact, months ago, the moment he saw this blade, he vaguely felt a connection with himself.

Now it seems, indeed so, no mistake.

The premise of offense is concealment.

The premise of the Dao is survival.

Jiang Ding's combat style does not emphasize frantic slaughter or breakthroughs between life and death.

Always hiding, constantly accumulating, constantly learning.

Finally, shattering the sky and earth, stirring up wind and thunder, then instantly calming down and disappearing without a trace.

This is his path.

In and out quickly, resolving the battle in an instant, cleaning the battlefield, and fleeing thousands of miles away.

Karma, grudges, love, and hate—do not get involved in any of these at all.

The Tian Xu Tianxu Wan Ni Xuan Jin naturally perfectly fits these; it is simply a divine metal of dreams!

"Let me see..."

Jiang Ding's divine sense surged into the Shadow Killing Ten Thousand Poison Blade, just a tiny fraction, and he was prepared to cut and isolate it with destructive sword qi at any moment.

The famous Eternal Deep Poison of the Shadow Demon Abyss is not something to be trifled with.

His divine sense scanned carefully, evaluating.

"There is no influence similar to the Brother Xuanwu Divine Court type; it is a complete portion, usable."

"Not bad."

Joy rose in Jiang Ding's heart as he carefully observed the fine mesh-like dark patterns on the blade, the Eternal Deep Poison; Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun would die upon touching it, which was extremely terrifying.

Of course, this must be an exaggeration.

A toxin capable of instantly poisoning a Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun to death, a Shadow Demon Dao Disciple certainly could not use; daring to touch it, his Ben Ming Fa would instantly be corroded.

The Tian Xu Tianxu Wan Ni Xuan Jin within would not be damaged, but his divine sense imprint, vital blood sacrifice refinement, and the like would instantly turn to ash, and even transmit through the connection between the treasure and the cultivator into the cultivator's soul and spirit, causing instant death.

This is a weakened version, which is fatal to a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

"It is useless to me."

Moments later, Jiang Ding judged, "For creatures whose defenses I can break, the Annihilation Sword Qi can destroy the soul and flesh, ensuring not a shred of life remains.

This Eternal Abyssal Poison is entirely superfluous; it burdens the magical treasure, indirectly affecting the flying sword's speed and sharpness. It is not worth the cost."

"Keep it. Leave it for the Immortal Sect as research material."

Jiang Ding, delighted, stored the Shadow-Killing Ten Thousand Poison Blade into his storage jade pendant.

If all goes smoothly, by refining Brother Brother Xuanwu's divine metal and the Shadow-Killing Ten Thousand Poison Blade during his Nascent Soul heavenly tribulation, and fully merging his Nascent Soul with the Supreme Pure Flying Sword, his flying sword will possess ultimate concealment and ultimate speed. Even in its normal state, high-level cultivators' divine sense will be unable to detect it.

By then,

even Soul Transformation cultivators won't be able to catch him if he hides!

"Finally, there's the little money..."

Jiang Ding looked expectantly at his final spoils.

One was a black cloud, palm-sized. If ignored, it would vanish on its own, concealing itself in the void. It was crafted from a very special Soul Transformation-grade concealment spiritual material, originating from the Shadow Demon Disciple.

The other was a turtle shell, seemingly forged from the natural shell of a certain void-attribute mutated turtle species.

"Tian Tian Xuanzi's..."

Jiang Ding pouted, "Starting with you."

The storage treasures of the other disciples were fused with their Ben Ming Fa and were not left behind.

"Those seven circles and crosses..."

Jiang Ding was so heartbroken he could barely breathe. "Remember this, all of you! Everything you did to me today, those who owe me money, you must compensate!"

Clang!

Divine sense and sword intent hummed softly, simultaneously striking into the divine sense imprints of the two storage treasures. They were no longer as cautious as when first encountering the Heavy Origin Disciple's storage treasure, fearing self-destruction.

The sword intent was like willow catkins, condensed and bright, drifting with the wind. It lightly pierced through each divine sense restriction node, causing them to dim completely before they could react.

(End of this chapter)

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