Chapter 798: Instantly Striking It Rich and Becoming Wealthy

"First, let me throw in a sacrificial bid."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and looked at Tian Tian Xuanzi's tortoise-shell storage magic treasure, which now had no protective power whatsoever.

Without any surprises, the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, magic treasures, infant treasures, and spirit stones inside added up to a total value of approximately...

No,

A surprise did come.

About a little over three billion low-grade spirit stones.

The enormous storage tortoise shell was empty, enough to make one stare wide-eyed.

"Ah! No!"

"Damn Tian Tian Xuanzi!"

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Jiang Ding couldn't control himself and let out a piercing shriek, "How can you be even poorer than an inheritance disciple, one of the Ten Kings of the Heavenly Palace?!!"

"Should this be? Is this reasonable? Huh?"

"This shouldn't be!"

"This isn't reasonable!"

"You have no professional ethics as a cultivation practitioner!"

Even a Dao Child hastily promoted shouldn't be like this!

The only explanation was that Tian Tian Xuanzi, before going into battle, had arranged for the vast majority of his wealth, carrying only some Xiao Hao Pin that might be needed in a war of attrition—pills, talismans, spirit stones, and special infant treasures—nothing like the wild, overbearing manner he had displayed before the battle.

Apart from these, the first-tier immortal Dao ecosystem that Jin Yu Zhi had was nowhere to be found—not a single hair.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

Jiang Ding set down the tortoise-shell magic treasure, took a deep breath, then another.

This was a ruthless man who would never let his opponent off easy, doing everything in his power to make them suffer.

"Hmph! I'm not suffering at all!"

"Shadow Demon Dao Child, Daoist friend Ying San Yi..."

Jiang Ding picked up the black-cloud storage magic treasure and said solemnly, "Tian Tian Xuanzi, this shame of a Dao Child, simply didn't have the combat power of a normal Dao Child. We mustn't learn from him—this is not the morality a cultivation practitioner should have."

"Rest assured, the ill-gotten wealth you plundered from all over the realm—I will definitely put it to use on the righteous path."

"This is for your own good."

Jiang Ding said with a compassionate, sorrowful air.

"If there is an underworld and reincarnation, saying this might lessen your sins, so that instead of being reborn as a mosquito, you become... a big mosquito."

A customary prayer, hands pressed together, worshipping the Heavenly Dao.

Open.

Treasure light shone through the black cloud, a dazzling radiance!

"Hahaha!"

"Now this is a true Dao Child!"

Jiang Ding's spirit lifted, and he looked inside.

The treasure light was like a sea, spirit stones piled up in heaps—the lowest grade among them was mid-grade spirit stones. "Rich enough to rival a nation" was no longer a complimentary phrase at this moment.

It was an insult!

Who are you saying is rich enough to rival a nation?

There's no insulting people like this.

All manner of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, mostly of the yin attribute—cold, oppressive, yet of supreme value—along with infant treasures: ones for travel, for refining weapons, for cooking, for pleasure, for combat...

Jiang Ding looked toward those infant treasures.

There was a Thousand Beauties Screen, which imprisoned the divine souls of a thousand peerless beauties carefully collected from throughout the realm—cute ones, gorgeous ones, intellectual ones, everything one could want—available for pleasure and dalliance at any time;

There was also a Hearthfire Bronze Cauldron, containing three hundred and sixty-five master chefs, each excelling in hot dishes, cold plates, and shadow dishes, each with their own unique skill, among the very top culinary artists of a Minor Thousand Worlds. Their divine souls had been extracted and refined into the Hearthfire Bronze Cauldron, their culinary skills forever preserved at their peak, never declining with age, marriage, children, or wandering thoughts;

There was also the Peacock Folding Fan dedicated to dance—one thousand two hundred dancers of various races, alive, stored within it, refined into living corpses, their youth never aging, forever in their prime;

There was also a Weaver Girl...

And so on, and so forth—every kind of luxury and refinement imaginable, all designed so that the Dao Child could have a bit of the comforts of home while away, and not feel so lonely.

"How cruel."

"Ying San Yi, it seems you won't be making it as a big mosquito."

Jiang Ding shook his head, put away these magic treasures that imprisoned people's divine souls, preparing to gather them for a mass release, let them reincarnate, and then continue making use of what remained.

That's right—he had no moral squeamishness about seeing this kind of Mo Dao Fa magic treasure and wanting to burn it.

If it can be used, use it; if it can be saved, save it.

Wastefulness was something those Young Masters did, not something a child from a poor family like him should emulate.

The sins upon these magic treasures belonged to Ying San Yi, were created by the Shadow Demon Abyss—they had nothing to do with him.

"All added up, the total value is probably..."

Jiang Ding calculated for a moment.

"Three hundred and ten billion low-grade spirit stones!"

"Even richer than Jin Yu Zhi!"

Jiang Ding's eyes lit up.

Compared to Jin Yu Zhi, the Shadow Demon Abyss's Dao Child was clearly more confident—confident in his escape arts and concealment abilities, believing that even if the Sword Child of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion were resurrected, he could not be detected, and could still get away.

That was how it should have been.

Unfortunately, how things should have been and how they actually were were not the same.

Jiang Ding admitted that Chong Chong Guang Zi was stronger than him.

After all, it was one against nine, and the Dao Child of that generation of the Immortal Gate also had forbidden nuclear weapons. Under such circumstances, Chong Chong Guang Zi could still kill nine and almost complete a breakthrough — truly terrifying.

But if one only compared divine soul and sword intent, Chong Chong Guang Zi was not his equal.

For no particular reason — simply the quantity of eighteen-fold Supreme Clarity Divine Iron, and Po Fa Xian Jin as the sword embryo. This was an innate difference in foundation, extremely difficult to make up for after the fact.

Combined with the Immortal Gate's exploration and achievements in detection spells, the two immediately underwent a terrifying change.

Shadow Demon Dao Child Ying San Yi wanting to conceal himself in front of him was no different from stripping naked in broad daylight — he could see it at a glance.

So sneaky it hurt the eyes.

"Three hundred and ten billion low-grade spirit stones, plus my original five hundred-plus billion low-grade spirit stones… this is all the savings bro has right now."

Jiang Ding drooled, counting again and again.

Chong Yuan Zi's thousand-plus billion low-grade spirit stones had to go toward repaying the Immortal Gate's loan and interest — even with early repayment, the interest couldn't be shorted. These were the regulations of the Immortal Gate Central Bank.

After a long while, he reluctantly finished counting.

"I now have three hundred and sixty billion low-grade spirit stones. Every year I spend seventeen point five billion low-grade spirit stones on purchasing No. 10 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin, refining Blazing Sun Spirit Iron to temper my flying sword, plus the annual maintenance and upgrade of the super warship Great Sun…"

"Right,"

Jiang Ding thought of something, turned his head and asked, "Yun Ri, can you still spend money? We've got money now — you only spend five billion low-grade spirit stones a year, that's way too frugal, bro has no face."

"Face!"

He patted his chest, the aura of a nouveau riche spontaneously radiating outward.

"Ah leh?"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Commander, you're so handsome!!!"

With a whoosh, the ship spirit Yun Ri appeared before him.

She wore the white marshal dress uniform of the Sky Force, just over a meter tall, with sharp mechanical wings on her back, two pitch-black cannon barrels crackling with electric light floating beside her, and a Yu Lingzi radar communication line slung over her shoulder — dashing and adorable.

"Spending money, absolutely no problem!"

"I have no problem!"

Yun Ri's eyes went wide, nodding rapidly like a chick pecking at rice. "Commander, I can spend twenty billion… no, twenty-five billion low-grade spirit stones a year!"

"At this rate, my electromagnetic tempering progress will soon surpass that of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword."

"Twenty-five billion low-grade spirit stones a year?"

"That's so little."

Jiang Ding was a bit dissatisfied. "Can you spend a little more? Sigh, having too many spirit stones is also a kind of trouble."

He sighed.

"Ah…"

Yun Ri couldn't speak.

She felt a bit dizzy, her little face flushed red, and the supercomputing core refined from Dao Number Stone briefly crashed, losing its computing ability.

In the history of the Immortal Gate,

there had never been such a ship spirit.

Her master looked down on her spending ability for not being strong enough!

(End of chapter)

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