Chapter 834: The Sneaky Great Sun Sword Son

Combine with the actual situation.

Jiang Ding immediately understood this sentence, grasping the slang within.

The value of a thing depends not only on how much you are worth.

It also depends on how much money I have!

"You have received 72.7 billion Library Points, 20 billion Stage Five Spirit Coins, and 22 Soul Transformation War Merits, to commend your immense contribution to the inheritance of the Immortal Sect."

"If you have objections, please appeal."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer came through.

"No objections."

Jiang Ding approved.

Now, adding the 36 Soul Transformation War Merits from the Domain War, plus past savings, his Soul Transformation War Merits had reached the terrifying number of 73, nearly hitting a hundred.

It could be said that in the entire Immortal Sect's War Merit ranking, counting everyone, including the many ancient Soul Transformation Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun who established, grew, and fought for the Immortal Sect since ancient times, he could firmly rank in the top ten.

If this were the stock market, such shares would be fully sufficient to become a major shareholder.

This was also the reason he would not squander recklessly; he paid attention to the Immortal Sect's economic development status at all times, and occasionally used spoils from outside the domain to subsidize the Immortal Sect's economy.

For no other reason: to him, the Immortal Sect was not a fool, not a local tycoon to be ruthlessly milked whenever caught.

It was the foundation of the Dao!

Both personal growth and the Immortal Sect's growth were extremely important to him.

Setting aside other things, if the Immortal Sect became a Domain Ruler like the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and predecessors like Yuan and Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun advanced to Void Refinement, he could simply lie flat; the path to Soul Transformation and even the path to Void Refinement would be unobstructed, instantly securing a lifespan of tens of thousands of years.

Just thinking about it made one's heart surge with excitement.

"What a beautiful sight."

"If the inheritance is complete... compared to a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, how can I be merely sixteen years old?"

Jiang Ding said with some longing.

"I am just a fertilized egg that has just finished developing!"

Upload complete.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to heal; the vast majority of his divine soul computing power was outside, managing the Sword Dao Pavilion Laboratory, integrating the Immortal Sect's 100,000 sword cultivators into high-intensity R&D.

Abundant Spirit Stones and heavenly treasures were distributed, stimulating the little ones to howl; the entire laboratory worked without sleep or rest, pushing R&D forward 24 hours a day.

Several months later, there was a response from Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun.

"Nine Heavens Immortal Spirit Sword Casting Art - Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation Smelting of Brother Brother Xuanwu Divine Metal and Sky Void Ten Thousand Hidden Black Gold Technology R&D" is estimated to be completed within sixty years.

Mainly because all the technologies were available; Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun planned to upgrade them using the Immortal Sect's technology.

If all went as expected, the Immortal Sect version of the Sword Casting Art would be slightly stronger than the Great Sun Sword Pavilion version.

To be honest, the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was only strong in sword techniques, the sword Dao, and sword intent.

In areas such as smelting heavenly treasures and spiritual plants, and cultivating spiritual beasts, they were inferior to the Immortal Sect and Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Sect and other sects.

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun was very proud in this regard and was not satisfied with merely restoring the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's sword forging technique.

"Sixty years..."

Jiang Ding calculated.

"It's about right. Healing, recovering from injuries caused by burning vital blood, adapting the personal version of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art, plus the Sword Casting Art; once these three are completed, I can advance to Nascent Soul."

Great Sun Qingse Jianzong.

A Jin Jia divine being stood in the void.

He rested his hand on a great golden sword, his gaze cold, watching the many Nascent Soul cultivators and Jin Dan cultivators below who were constantly repairing the mountains, rivers, and earth veins.

At this moment, the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong and the spell cultivators of the Darifa Sect had lost their confrontational edge; the atmosphere was relatively harmonious, each busy with their own tasks. Occasionally meeting an enemy, they merely stared coldly and did nothing.

Because that person said, this is the Dari Sect.

Not the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong, not the Darifa Sect, but the Dari Sect, a subordinate force of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Dari Sect.

Then, regardless of reality, no matter how many grudges, love, hate, life, and death existed between them.

It must all be the Dari Sect!

Although the Jin Jia divine being stood there, no one looked at him even once, as if he did not exist; these ants born in the morning and dying at dusk were not qualified to see him.

"After a thousand years..."

The Jin Jia divine being, Xi Ping'an, whispered: "The Great Sun Sword Pavilion has produced a Great Sun Sword Son again, and I failed to kill him when he was weak."

"Great disaster is about to arrive."

"Sigh, why, of all people, must it be the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, the ones who killed my father? Otherwise, I could have hitched a ride on their tail, and perhaps in the future, I could have escaped the poison of the ancestral incense..."

His heart was complex and indescribable.

This generation of Great Sun Sword Son was extremely different from Ming Chong Guang Zi.

Cautious and cunning, he rarely revealed himself before others; in just a few hundred years, he had grown to a suffocating degree.

Before anyone could react, before they could respond, without causing much impact on the outside world, he suddenly advanced, leaving absolutely no chance to crush him in the embryonic stage while he was weak.

"Is Ming Chong Guang Zi... still alive?"

Xi Ping'an took a deep breath.

This generation of Great Sun Sword Son's strength was not yet significant; he did not take him seriously.

However, as a member of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, he knew deeply how terrifying the growth speed of a Great Sun Sword Son would be.

Do not look at how the other party is now being hunted by him, with no way up or down, finally relying on a teleportation array and burning vital blood to barely escape, looking utterly helpless.

But!

This is only now.

It is highly likely that before long, the Great Sun Sword Disciple's strength will grow to a terrifying degree; by then, even fleeing would be a mere luxury.

"Ming Chong Guang Zi should be willing to help me, but I do not know if he is alive or dead."

"There is no hope in relying on him."

Xi Ping'an's eyes grew cold: "This person Tushan is at most only a few hundred years old; perhaps he still has attachments to close kin or a Dao companion? Has he not yet severed these emotional bonds?"

The world often believes that sword cultivators are heartless.

However, he, who dwells within the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, knows clearly that sword cultivators are also human; how could they have no emotions?

They are simply few.

Indeed, one could say that precisely because they are few, they are all the more pure; furthermore, because the Sword Intent exists, sword cultivators are relatively 'simple' compared to spell cultivators, not resorting to any means necessary, but maintaining a bottom line defined by their own Sword Intent.

In a sense, they are people of utmost purity.

Of course, this emotional weakness will be remedied as time passes and the lifespans of their kin and Dao companions expire.

Xi Ping'an took out a dark-gold jade slip and inscribed a few instructions upon it.

Moments later,

spiritual characters floated onto the jade slip, containing all manner of information on the Tushan sword cultivators: from their emergence, to what deeds they committed, whether they had friends, family, or lovers... and so forth, exhaustively detailed.

As a Soul Transformation cultivator, his existence is the very pinnacle of the world!

Without expending any effort, with a casual order sent down, countless Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun bow their heads; intelligence organizations and the like are merely pieces placed casually during his long life.

"... No family..."

"... No lover..."

"... Friends... 'Green Cloud Sword' Han Lin, is it? There is a hint of possibility, but..."

Xi Ping'an frowned deeply.

"Useless."

He shook his head.

"... The Tushan Maidens..."

"Even more so..."

"Dao Soldiers; they die every moment, and new ones arrive every moment; the Great Sun Dao Soldiers who assist in ruling the realms after thousands or tens of thousands of years?"

"These people are already dying and being replenished constantly."

After reviewing the intelligence his subordinates had provided, a thick sense of helplessness rose in Xi Ping'an's heart.

"There is no need for me to threaten him; not long ago, he himself voluntarily purged and slaughtered half of the Dao Soldiers."

This generation of the Great Sun Sword Disciple is sinister and cunning, cowardly and shrinking, slippery as a ghost, completely different from previous Great Sun Sword Disciples.

Normally, not even a single cultivator can see him; he forever dwells in the darkness of unknown places.

Let alone interacting with him to generate emotions and attachments; threatening him with such irrelevant people to lure him into a trap, even Xi Ping'an himself finds it laughable.

(End of this chapter)

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