Chapter 895 - 895 863 Sneaky Dari Swordsman

895: Chapter 863: Sneaky Dari Swordsman 895: Chapter 863: Sneaky Dari Swordsman “Combining the actual situation.”

Jiang Ding immediately understood the hidden meaning behind this phrase.

The value of an item isn’t just about how much it’s worth.

It’s also about how much money I have!

“You have gained 72.7 billion Library Points, 20 billion fifth-order Spirit Coins, and 22 Divinity Transformation Battle Merits, in recognition of your great contributions to the heritage of Xianmen Sect.”

“If there are any objections, please appeal.”

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer came.

“No objections.”

Jiang Ding acknowledged.

Now, adding the thirty-six Divinity Transformation Battle Merits from the Domain wars to his past savings, his Battle Merits had reached the astounding number of seventy-three, nearly a hundred.

It could be said that within the entire Xianmen Sect’s ranking of merits, including everyone who had contributed to the sect’s establishment and growth from ancient times, he could easily make it into the top ten.

If this were the stock market, such a shareholding would definitely be enough to qualify him as a major shareholder.

This was also why he didn’t spend recklessly and always paid close attention to the economic development of the entire Xianmen Sect, occasionally taking out spoils from the Outer Realm to subsidize the sect’s economy.

It was nothing other than the fact that Xianmen Sect was not a foolish old hat to him, not a naive landlord to be ruthlessly exploited.

It was the very foundation of the Dao!

Both his personal growth and the growth of Xianmen Sect were extremely important to him.

Not to mention, if Xianmen Sect became a Domain Ruler like Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and predecessors like Heavenly Monarch Wanji and Yuan ascended to Refining Nothingness, he could simply relax; the path to Divinity Transformation and even Refining Nothingness would be unobstructed, instantly securing a lifespan of tens of thousands, if not tens of millions, of years.

Just the thought was enough to send waves of excitement through his heart.

“What a beautiful prospect.”

“Compared to the tens of thousands of years of lifespan, I am more than sixteen years old,”

Jiang Ding said with some longing.

“I’m just a fully developed fertilized egg!”

The upload was complete.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to heal, with most of his Divine Soul Computational Power outside, managing the Sword Dojo laboratory, integrating the research and development of a hundred thousand Sword Cultivators from Xianmen Sect at a high intensity.

Vast amounts of Spirit Stones and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures were distributed, which excited the junior cultivators so much that the entire laboratory buzzed with tireless research work around the clock.

Several months later, there was a response from Heavenly Monarch Wanji.

“Nine Heavens Immortal Spirit Sword Crafting Skills – Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation Refining Xuanwu Divine Gold and Heavenly Void Myriad Concealment Profound Gold Technique Research and Development” is expected to be completed within sixty years.

The main reason was that all techniques were available, and Heavenly Monarch Wanji planned to upgrade them using the sect’s technology.

If all went as expected, Xianmen Sect’s version of the sword crafting technique would be somewhat stronger than that of Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s version.

To tell the truth, Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s strengths lay only in Swordsmanship, the Sword Dao, and Sword Intent.

When it comes to refining Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, cultivation of Spiritual Plants, and breeding of Spirit Beasts, they are no match for Xianmen Sect and sects like Green Wood Immortal Sect.

In this regard, Heavenly Monarch Wanji was very proud and wasn’t satisfied with merely restoring the sword crafting technique of Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

“Sixty years…”

Jiang Ding calculated.

“That’s about right.

Healing the injuries caused by Burning Essence Blood, adapting my personal version of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, and adding the Sword Crafting Skills.

Once these three are complete, I’ll be ready to ascend to Nascent Soul.”

…

Great Sun Sword Sect.

A Golden Armored Deity stood in the void.

He was holding a Golden Great Sword, his gaze cold, watching the multitude of Nascent Soul Monks and Golden Pill Monks below as they continuously repaired the mountains, rivers, and Earth Veins.

At this moment, both the Sword Cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Sect and the Magic Cultivators from the Great Sun Dharma Sect were not as tense as before; the atmosphere was rather harmonious.

Even when they would occasionally encounter enemies, they would only give each other a cold stare, without any further action.

Because, that person had said that this place was the Great Sun Sect.

It wasn’t Great Sun Sword Sect or Great Sun Dharma Sect, but simply Great Sun Sect, a subordinate force under the Sword Pavilion, the Great Sun Sect.

So, no matter what the reality was, no matter how many grievances, love, hate, and partings had happened.

It had to be the Great Sun Sect!

Clearly, the Golden Armored Deity was there, and yet no one glanced at him, as if he was non-existent; these ants that lived from dawn to dusk were not worthy of meeting him.

“A thousand years…,”

the Golden Armored Deity Xi Ping’an murmured, “A Great Sun Swordsman has once again emerged from the Sword Pavilion, and I have failed to slay him when he was feeble.”

“Great disaster looms.”

“Alas, why was it the Eastern Devil School, the killers of my father, had it been otherwise, I might have been able to attach myself to their glory, and perhaps could have escaped the poison of the incense fire…”

His heart was filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

This generation’s Great Sun Swordsman is extremely different from Mingguang Zi.

Cautious and cunning, rarely revealing himself, he grew to a suffocating strength in just a few hundred years.

Before anyone could react, before there was time to cope, without causing too much impact on the outside world, he abruptly ascended, leaving no chance to strangle him in his infancy.

“Is Mingguang Zi…

still alive?”

Xi Ping’an took a deep breath.

This generation’s Great Sun Swordsman is not very strong, and I am not concerned.”

However, as a member of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, he deeply understood the horrifying rate at which a Great Sun Swordsman could grow.

Don’t look at how he is currently being hunted down by me, with no escape to heaven or earth, ultimately relying on a teleportation formation and burning essence blood to barely escape, vulnerable and easily defeated.

But!

That is only for now.

It is very possible that, in not too long, the strength of the Great Sun Swordsman will grow to a terrifying level, at that time, even escape will be a luxury.

“Mingguang Zi should be willing to help me, but I do not know whether he is dead or alive now.”

“I can no longer count on that.”

Xi Ping’an’s eyes turned cold, “Perhaps Tu Shan, at most several hundred years old, still has dear ones, a Dao companion, and such bonds?

Has he not yet severed his attachment to emotions?”

People often assume that sword cultivators are heartless.

However, being in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, he knew very well that sword cultivators are also human, how can they have no emotions?

They just have fewer.

It could even be said that because there are so few, they are more pure, and due to the presence of Sword Intent, sword cultivators, in comparison to those who pursue magic cultivation, are relatively ‘simple’, with their own bottom lines defined by their Sword Intent.

To some extent, they are people of utmost purity.

Of course, with the passage of time and the death of loved ones and Dao companions, such emotional weaknesses are compensated for.

Xi Ping’an took out a mysterious gold-colored Jade Slip and inscribed a few instructions on it.

A moment later,

various Spiritual Scripts emerged on the Jade Slip, all about the Tu Shan sword cultivator’s various information—his appearances, his actions, whether he had friends, family, lovers… and so on, exceedingly detailed.

As a divinity-transformed being, his existence is the pinnacle of the world!

He didn’t need to expend much effort; a casual command issued, countless Immortals of Nascent Soul bowed their heads, organizations like intelligence groups are just one of the many chess pieces he has placed throughout his long life.

“…no family…”

“…no lovers…”

“…friends…

‘Qingyun Sword’ Han Lin, is it?

This looks somewhat promising, but…”

Xi Ping’an frowned deeply.

“Useless.”

He shook his head.

“…Tu Shan Maiden Corps…”

“Even more so…”

“Taoist Soldiers, who are dying every moment and with new ones joining every moment, the Great Sun Dao Soldiers that assist in ruling domains for thousands or tens of thousands of years?”

“These people are already constantly dying and being replaced, aren’t they?”

After reading the intelligence provided by his subordinates, Xi Ping’an felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

“There’s no need for me to threaten, he himself has already voluntarily purged and killed half of the Dao Soldiers not long ago.”

This Great Sun Swordsman is sly and crafty, skulking about and slippery like a ghost, completely unlike the Great Sun Swordsmen of the past.

Usually, not even cultivators can see him, he is always hidden in the darkness of the unknown.

Not to mention developing close relationships, emotional dependencies, or entanglements; to use these insignificant people to threaten him, to lure him into a trap, Xi Ping’an himself found the idea laughable.