Chapter 848 - 848 827 Instantly Becoming Rich

848: Chapter 827: Instantly Becoming Rich 848: Chapter 827: Instantly Becoming Rich “Put the cushioning knife first.”

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, looking at Tianxuan Zi’s storage treasures that had no protection left.

There was no surprise—the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, magic treasures, nascent treasures, spirit stones…

all together, their total value was about…

No,

a surprise did occur.

Approximately more than three billion low-grade spirit stones.

The vast storage shell was empty, making one’s eyes widen in shock.

“Ah!

No!”

“Damn Tianxuan Zi!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”

Jiang Ding, unable to control himself, let out a shrill scream, “How could you be poorer than the inheritance disciples, the Ten Kings of the Heavenly Palace?!!”

“Should this be so?

Is this reasonable?

Huh?”

“It should not!”

“This is unreasonable!”

“You lack the professional ethics of cultivators!”

Even a hastily promoted Taoist disciple should not be like this!

The only reason was that Tianxuan Zi had arranged the vast majority of his wealth before going into battle, carrying only some consumables that might be needed in a war of attrition—elixirs, talismans, spirit stones, and special nascent treasures like these.

He was not as arrogant and overbearing as he had appeared before the battle.

Beyond that, not a single hair of the first-order Immortal Dao ecosystem that Zhong Yuanzi had was found.

“Huff huff huff…”

Jiang Ding put down the turtle shell treasure, took a deep breath, then another breath.

This is a ruthless man, never letting his opponents be at ease, striving to make his opponents miserable.

“Hmph!

I am not miserable at all!”

“Shadow Demon disciples, Fellow Daoist Ying Sanyi…”

Jiang Ding picked up the Hei cloud storage treasure, and solemnly said, “Tianxuan Zi, this shame of a Taoist disciple, has none of the fighting power of a normal Taoist disciple.

We must not learn from him; this is not the ethic a cultivator should have.”

“Rest assured, the unrighteous wealth you have gathered from various domains, I will definitely use it for the Righteous Dao.”

“This is good for you.”

Jian Ding said, full of sympathy for the heavens and mankind.

“If there is a netherworld reincarnation, perhaps this could lighten your sins, enabling you to reincarnate from a mosquito to…

a bigger mosquito.”

He made routine prayers, clasping his hands together, and worshipped the Heavenly Dao.

Open it.

Treasure light emanated from the Hei cloud, shining brilliantly!

“Hahahaha!”

“This is a true Taoist disciple!”

Jiang Ding’s spirits lifted as he looked inside.

The treasure light was like the sea; the spirit stones were piled up in heaps, the worst being mid-grade spirit stones—rich enough to rival nations, no longer just a hyperbolic expression.

But an insult!

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

It’s not supposed to be an insult.

All sorts of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, most of them of a Yin attribute, cold, oppressive, yet of supreme value.

There were also nascent treasures, for transport, artifact refining, cooking, indulgence, fighting…

Jiang Ding looked at these nascent treasures.

There was a Thousand Beauty Screen, which imprisoned the divine souls of a thousand carefully collected supreme beauties from various domains—cute, gorgeous, and intellectual ones were all available for enjoyment and frolic at any time;

There was also a Fireworks Bronze Cauldron, which housed 365 master chefs, each specializing in hot dishes, cold dishes, shadow dishes, each with their unique skills, among the top chefs of a minor thousand worlds, their souls extracted and refined into the bronze cauldron, with their culinary skills perpetually preserved at their peak, unaffected by age and the distractions of marrying and having children, which might degrade their skills;

There was also a Peacock Folding Fan, specialized for dance, containing 1,200 dancers of various races, alive, stored within it, refined into living corpses, where their youth would never fade, forever in their prime;

And a Weaver Girl…

And so forth, various luxurious and exquisitely unimaginable items, all for providing the Taoist disciples some conveniences of home while traveling, to not feel so lonely.

“Very cruel indeed.”

“Ying Sanyi, it seems you won’t become a bigger mosquito after all.”

Jiang Ding shook his head, collecting these treasures that trapped human souls, planning to perform a mass liberation to allow them to reincarnate, and then continue to utilize the remaining items.

Yes, he had no moral scruples about burning such demonic Dao treasures.

If it could be used, he would use it; if it could be saved, he would save it.

Waste was something for young masters, not something a child from a poor family should imitate.

The sins attributed to these treasures were created by Ying Sanyi, by the Shadow Demon Abyss, and had nothing to do with him.

“All in all, the value is roughly…”

Jiang Ding calculated for a moment.

“Three hundred and ten billion low-grade Spirit Stones!”

“Richer than Zhong Yuanzi!”

Jiang Ding’s eyes lit up.

Compared to Zhong Yuanzi, the disciples of the Shadow Demon Abyss clearly had more confidence in their escape techniques and concealment abilities.

Even if the swordsman of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion were resurrected, they wouldn’t be able to find him, and he could escape.

That was how it should have been.

Unfortunately, what should have been did not align with the reality.

Jiang Ding admitted that Zhong Guangzi was stronger than himself.

After all, facing nine against one, the disciples of his generation from the Immortal Sect even had forbidden nuclear weapons.

Under such circumstances, Zhong Guangzi was almost able to kill nine and nearly achieved a breakthrough, which was truly terrifying.

But if it were just about Divine Soul and Sword Intent, Zhong Guangzi was not his match.

Not for any particular reason, but merely because of the quantity of Ninefold Taiqing Divine Iron and the Law Immortal Gold serving as the Sword Embryo—this was a fundamental innate difference that was very hard to compensate for with acquired capability.

Furthermore, with the Immortal Sect’s exploration and achievements in surveillance magic, a terrifying change occurred instantly.

For Shadow Demon disciple Ying Sanyi to attempt to conceal himself in front of him was as conspicuous as stripping naked in a bustling crowd—he could see him just by looking up.

Sneaky and an eyesore.

“Three hundred and ten billion low-grade Spirit Stones, plus the original fifty billion low-grade Spirit Stones… this is all the savings I have now,” Jiang Ding said.

He salivated as he counted over and over again.

Zhong Yuanzi’s hundred billion low-grade Spirit Stones were to repay the loans and interest to the Immortal Sect, and he could not skimp on the interest for early repayment, in accordance with the rules of the Central Bank of the Immortal Sect.

After a long while, he completed the reluctant counting.

“I now have three hundred and sixty billion low-grade Spirit Stones.

Each year, I spend seventeen and a half billion low-grade Spirit Stones on buying number ten Synthetic Gengjin, refining Scorching Sun Spirit Iron for refining Flying Swords, and for the annual maintenance and upgrades of the Super Warship Great Sun…”

“Oh, right,”

Jiang Ding remembered something and turned to ask, “Cloud Day, can you still spend money?

We have money now, you only spend five billion low-grade Spirit Stones each year, that’s too frugal, it doesn’t give me any face.”

“Face!”

He patted his chest, exuding the air of a wealthy tycoon.

“Eh?”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Commander, you’re so handsome!”

With a whoosh, Ship Spirit Cloud Day appeared before him.

She wore a white admiral uniform of the Air-Space Troops, over a meter tall, with sharp mechanical wings on her back, hovering with two dark cannon barrels emitting flashes of electricity, and carrying a Spirit Particle Sonar communication line on her shoulder, looking heroic yet adorable.

“Spending money is absolutely no problem!”

“I have no problem at all!”

Cloud Day’s eyes widened, nodding continuously like a pecking chicken, “Commander, I can spend twenty billion… no, twenty-five billion low-grade Spirit Stones each year!”

“At this rate, my Electromagnetic Refinement progress will soon surpass that of the Taiqing Flying Sword.”

“Twenty-five billion low-grade Spirit Stones a year?”

“That little.”

Jiang Ding was somewhat dissatisfied, “Can’t you spend a bit more?

Ah, having too many Spirit Stones is also a problem.”

He sighed.

“Ahh…”

Cloud Day was at a loss for words.

She felt a bit dizzy, her little face turning red, the Supercomputing Core refined from a Dao-number Stone temporarily crashed, losing its computational capacity.

In the history of the Immortal Sect,

there had never been a Ship Spirit like this.

Her master complained that her spending ability wasn’t strong enough!