Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

With many Golden Pills daring not to speak any further, they buried their bitterness deep within and continued to survey the various Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, third-order Treasures, and particularly those of rare third-order, many of which could significantly boost their power, earnestly picking out the items they desired.

Jiang Ding’s expression remained calm, unbothered by the tensions.

Actually, his heart was churning endlessly, shouting loudly with abandon, and his thoughts were wildly amok, completely unlike his indifferent exterior.

”Hahaha!”

”Struck it rich!”

”I, Heavenly Monarch Jiang, have made a fortune!!”

In the Sea of Divine Consciousness, a little figure in blue robes hugged a pile of Spirit Stones and shouted wildly, scattering them around again and again, in utter frenzy. He didn’t stop even as a continuous rain of Spirit Stones fell from the sky.

”The total value is——”

The voice of the little figure in blue rose excitedly.

”One hundred and thirty-five billion!”

”The spoils of this battle are worth a total of one hundred and thirty-five billion Low-grade Spirit Stones!”

”Even if I have to give away two percent, that is, 2.7 billion Low-grade Spirit Stones, I still have one hundred and thirty-two point three billion Low-grade Spirit Stones left!”

”Uh... isn’t that too little for them.”

Jiang Ding suddenly thought of something, calculated briefly: ”2.7 billion divided by one hundred twelve equals... two million four hundred thousand. Each Golden Pill Monk should be able to get a fortune of over two million Low-grade Spirit Stones. Of course, they can choose Third-order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure without restriction.”

”An average of two million four hundred thousand per person.”

”This...to tell the truth, it’s a bit little, considering it’s a life-on-the-line business.”

Jiang Ding’s face revealed a hesitant, indecisive expression.

”Working with me, brother, it’s not about everyone getting rich, but we can’t be too stingy either.”

”If this gets out, can I, Heavenly Monarch, still save face?”

Reputation is not just about face; sometimes it can also turn into tangible benefits.

Like this time,

If it weren’t for Tushan Sword Cultivator’s reputation for keeping his word unfailingly, these Golden Pill Monks would never have compromised so quickly to turn against the Hei Clan.

Even if they were willing to betray, it wouldn’t be likely that so many would act together; it would be good enough if three to four out of ten were willing to trust.

How could anyone place their life and fortune in the hands of a stranger they knew nothing about?

Of course, we would still have managed to break the Black Feather Heavenly God Slaughter Ten Thousand Spirits Formation eventually, but it would have taken who knows how much longer.

”Enough, Heaven Monarch Jiang must aim for the long haul.”

”What is Spirit Stone but dung?”

Jiang Ding’s heart ached, but he still said indifferently, ”My fellow cultivators, today is a day of great joy as a great scourge of the Northern Plains has been removed. To express my congratulations, I will give you all an additional gift.”

He pointed at the merit list again, and everyone’s merit value fluctuated once more, each increasing by eight million Low-grade Spirit Stone’s worth of merits.

”Immortal... you...”

Yu Zhong was stunned.

Wei Qingqing was stunned.

All the Golden Pill Monks were simultaneously dumbfounded, doubting if their eyes were deceiving them, their ears ringing.

”My fellow cultivators, could it be you find my congratulatory gift too insubstantial?”

Jiang Ding feigned displeasure.

His heart was bleeding.

With such a simple gesture, eight billion Low-grade Spirit Stones had evaporated, faster than burning fire, quieter than throwing them into the sea, turning into clouds of smoke in an instant. The Spirit Stones grew wings and flew away from Heaven Monarch one by one.

”Not at all!”

”Your generosity is boundless, Immortal, we lesser cultivators are undeserving!”

”In all my years of cultivation, I have never encountered an Immortal like you. I wish I could follow you at all times, unafraid of a thousand deaths.”

Many Golden Pill Monks who had previously harbored killing intent now felt ashamed, they prostrated deeply on the ground, thoroughly convinced, with no complaints in their hearts, both emotionally and reasonably.