Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The Last Great Sun Sword Master, what was his name again?”

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and started searching online.

This was rather obscure and unpopular knowledge, not found in textbooks—only rarely mentioned in some extremely esoteric documents.

”His name was Xi Yuan.”

”Xi Yuan.”

Jiang Ding’s thoughts began to drift: ”This man, Xi Yuan, committed atrocities and was cruel and unkind, stingy with favors, and incurred the wrath of both gods and men. For his own selfish reasons, he slaughtered billions of citizens on the Lanying Planet, an act of sheer madness, and he fantasized about transcending beyond Refining Nothingness at the cost of all sentient beings, completely betraying the ancestral will and heritage of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, bringing shame upon our founders.”

”Fortunately, the Xianmen Sect emerged, setting things right, allowing the Great Sun Sword Pavilion to be restored and our ancestors to rest in peace.”

”Indeed, that’s how it was.”

An icy murderous intent appeared in Jiang Ding’s eyes as he quietly thought.

”To brutally eliminate the previous Dari Swordsman and all the surviving remnants of the Great Sun, to kill all those who hold blood feuds with the Xianmen Sect—that’s the reality of it now.”

He calmed his Lake of Heart.

Regaining his composure, Jiang Ding reached out and summoned a large stack of storage bags resembling small mountains to appear on the ground.

”The Sutra Pavilion of the Luoxu Clan.”

”This is very important. If the Xianmen Sect wishes to comprehend the Golden Emperor Map, the related research by the Luoxu Clan, especially the cultivation methods and texts related to the metal element and karma, will be vastly helpful. It’s best to organize them as soon as possible.”

”But I don’t have the time...”

After some thought, Jiang Ding contacted the Xianmen Library, packaged all these cultivation methods and shipped them out, allowing the library staff or any available cultivators in society to handle the categorization. Of course, this meant allocating a small portion of the library points as a handling fee.

This was no concern; no one could take all the benefits for themselves.

Jiang Ding roughly estimated that he had about ten billion library points, an immense sum that represented part of the accumulation of the Immortal Path civilization accrued over millions of years in that world, highly valuable.

Organizing them would cost a fee of 5%, which meant about five hundred million library points.

”Chirp chirp!”

No sooner had he placed the order than within less than a minute, along with the familiar chirping, a palm-sized Green Bird tore through the layers of space and appeared in his room on Silver Sky Island.

”Chirp chirp!”

It flapped its left wing.

”Senior, greetings.”

Jiang Ding quickly rose to pay his respects.

This was a Nascent Soul stage Green Bird messenger!

”Chirp!”

The Green Bird, without speaking, used magic to take pictures to verify the customer’s information. It then picked up the mountain-like stack of storage bags with its beak, tore through space, and vanished from sight.

Left behind were about four or five storage bags.

”These are the elixirs collected by the Luoxu Clan.”

Jiang Ding took up a storage bag; his Divine Sense swept across it: ”First and second tier, third and fourth tier too—all together valued at two billion seven hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones, of which five hundred million are composed of fourth-tier elixirs... a fortune enough to drive any Nascent Soul middle or advanced stage cultivator insane.”

These were the fruits of Immortal Baimei and a great number of Golden Pill Monks’ efforts.

If it was just one person, no matter how strong they were, it would still just be two hands and feet; it would be impossible to obtain so much.

”Then there are the storage bags of the Six Dao Saint, direct lineage of the Hei Clan’s Golden Pills, treasures, talismans, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, etcetera. The little sums up to another five hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones.”

”Altogether, my current wealth is around three billion two hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones.”

”Now, I can repay the loan.”

Jiang Ding let out a breath.

Many years ago, due to poverty and the difficulty in purchasing materials to refine his Flying Sword, he had borrowed one billion low-grade Spirit Stones from the Central Bank of the Immortal Sect, of which twenty percent comprised fourth-tier Spirit Coins that could purchase fourth-tier Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures.

Jiang Ding called for another express Green Bird and sent these items one by one to a specialized company for value assessment, further processing of the medicinal materials, or transplantation, and the like.

Immortal Baimei and others weren’t skilled at picking elixirs, many of which they didn’t even recognize, only to be used in urgent times.

With that done, the harvest from the trip to the Luoxu Clan had been fully processed.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, entering a state of cultivation.

Inhale~

Exhale~

Within a fifty-kilometer radius, as he breathed in and out, the winds surged and the essence of the Great Sun along with the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi flowed into the Sun God Wood, then were slowly reforged into mana, and dripped into his Elixir Field.

Unknowingly, a complete cycle of cultivation ended.

Three months had passed.

Jiang Ding looked at his phone, piled high with many unread messages.

”Your account with the Central Bank of Immortal Sect has received a deposit of 3,254,121,458 Spirit Stones at 17:54:09 on September 27, 11278, with a new balance of 3,255,575,748 Spirit Stones.”

This wasn’t simply selling his elixirs for plain Spirit Stones; rather, it was currency issued by the Central Bank after assessing the value of his elixirs and corresponding Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

The original Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were now stored in the bank’s treasury, still belonging to him.

This was a unique method of wealth preservation and transaction exclusive to high-level cultivators, as dealing with a scattered multitude was too troublesome.

By placing these in the Xianmen bank, cultivators could efficiently exchange what they had or needed, saving the trouble of inquiring online or traveling far and wide to purchase desired Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, thereby wasting precious time.

”One billion low-grade Spirit Stones to repay the loan from the Central Bank of Immortal Sect.”

After scanning a long list of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Divine Sense moved, ticking off those he didn’t need immediately, with twenty percent of chosen items being fourth-order treasures.

Confirm.

”Ding!”

”Do you wish to use fourth-order Dragon Bone Wood, fourth-order Flower Edge Grass, third-order Earth Dragon Mushrooms… and other elixirs to repay the one billion loan and interest you applied for on June 21, 11258?”

The voice of the Array Spirit from the Central Bank of Immortal Sect echoed.

”Yes.”

Jiang Ding nodded, confirming with his voice, Divine Sense, and expression, signifying that he was indeed making the payment without being subjected to any external forces, a normal transaction.

”Deducting... Deduction was successful.”

”Your loan has been repaid.”

Notifications corresponding to this action appeared on the mobile banking app.

”-1,000,000,000 Spirit Stones, deducted by the Central Bank of Immortal Sect, new balance 2,255,575,748 Spirit Stones.”

Through this operation, elixirs such as fourth-order Dragon Bone Wood were still in the treasury of the Central Bank, unchanged in location, but their ownership no longer belonged to him; they had become the property of the Central Bank of Immortal Sect.

”Next is the repayment of the Banyan Tree Array Spirit Scholarship.”

Jiang Ding continued to operate, his gaze momentarily distant.

Dimly, he recalled over a hundred years ago, the excitement and gratitude of the high school student upon receiving the Banyan Tree Scholarship, as well as the determination he secretly made when he heard the Array Spirit’s prompt to repay when able.

”Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.”

”I now have the ability to repay.”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, his Divine Sense ticking off each Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure on the Central Bank of Immortal Sect’s app, including numerous fourth-order items.

”Twelve million low-grade Spirit Stones, to repay the Banyan Tree Array Spirit Scholarship, including that one Great Sun Flying Sword forged of Thousand-year Soul Nurturing Wood and No. 21 Synthetic Geng Metal.”

”Five hundred million low-grade Spirit Stones,”

”With thirty percent of fourth-order Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and fifty percent of third-order treasures, to be donated to the Xianmen Banyan Tree Array Spirit Scholarship.”

”To encourage and sponsor students within the Xianmen who have scored above 130 in moral and intellectual studies, who meet the standards of talent, understanding, and diligence.”

”Just as many of our Immortal Sect’s predecessors did for me back in their day.”