Law-Breaking Immortal Gold

Jiang Ding's trembling hand clicked on the entry for Supreme Clarity Divine Iron before Law-Breaking Immortal Gold.

"Governed by propriety and righteousness, built upon the Supreme Clarity. Xuan Ying's Commentary: Supreme Clarity is the Way of Heaven."

"Supreme Clarity Divine Iron, the supreme immortal gold of the soul path. Obtaining it can increase the foundation of one's divine soul. Other details are unknown. It was first produced by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, one of the nine great immortal sects beyond the heavens, on Sword Dao Mountain. It takes ten thousand years to produce one liang, and a Dao Child is born once every ten thousand years.

In year 8526, it was annihilated by the Immortal Sect and has since disappeared."

He felt numb.

Jiang Ding was completely numb.

Although Law-Breaking Immortal Gold was precious, with the backing of an immortal sect, Nascent Soul Cultivators still had a chance to obtain it. But Supreme Clarity Divine Iron, a treasure that increased the foundation of one's divine soul, would likely make even Spirit Transmutation cultivators covetous, yet unable to obtain it.

"The sect-protecting cultivation method, the sect-protecting cultivation method."

Jiang Ding sighed, "Even among the great sects like the nine great immortal sects beyond the heavens, only Sword Sons, Dao Children, and similar individuals are qualified to cultivate this Seed Sword Refining Technique during their mortal phase. They appear once every ten thousand years."

"It can forge an unparalleled immortal foundation, and the Great Dao is within reach!"

Jiang Ding's eyes burned with desire.

He was limited by his aptitude, and cultivation was difficult. If he could forge this foundational sword, he might rise in the future and not be inferior to any prodigy.

No wonder the Great Sun Sword Pavilion had attacked the Immortal Sect so ferociously, suffering countless casualties before their sect was destroyed and their members killed.

The mouse moved, and the screen scrolled down.

His breathing hitched slightly.

"Supreme Clarity Divine Iron ore, dark in color, or white like starlight. Divine objects conceal themselves. Cultivators cannot see it. Mortals who approach it will hear faint singing, and listening to it can lead to enlightenment."

Jiang Ding's heart churned like a stormy sea, but he tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

"Is this a coincidence?"

"Why does it resemble the Sky Sound Stone that the Seven Profound Sect had stolen so much? No, there are countless ores that can emit singing. The possibility of it being Supreme Clarity Divine Iron is extremely low."

"Extremely low? Why extremely low!"

He roared inwardly.

"A supreme treasure that can traverse worlds, why did it bring me there? Is this also a coincidence?"

It took nearly twenty minutes before Jiang Ding finally calmed down and continued to browse the cultivation method.

Page after page, his flipping speed increased, and he eventually skipped directly to the end.

"I can't understand it."

Jiang Ding admitted helplessly.

Although Seed Sword Refining Technique was a 'Law' level cultivation method, it was a split from a 'Scripture', making it extremely difficult. It was not something a high school student could comprehend.

This was a cultivation method for top-tier prodigies.

"However, there was a gain. Professor Zhang Junsheng of Pure Breeze University deduced a secondary sword refining method through archaeological research, using Thousand-Year Soul Nurturing Wood and Geng Metal as substitutes. Golden Core Cultivators might also be able to obtain it..."

"But it's all the same to me; it's all beyond my wildest dreams."

He sighed. The sky outside had already turned completely black.

Jiang Ding glanced at the time. It was already past nine in the evening. Returning to practice swords a few times and then sleeping would be just right.

The sunlight shone lazily.

The shade of the trees blocked the sun, and Jiang Ding leaned back on a lounge chair, holding a thick book printed on photocopied paper. On it were a few incomprehensible characters.

Divine Firmament Hundred Pace Flying Sword.

He had photographed and uploaded it to the library, earning 20 points. This was the most basic way to earn points. He lacked the ability to earn points through later methods like translation and correction.

He never expected that in just a few short days, this book would be translated by someone.

Jiang Ding guessed that library points were also very valuable to high-level cultivators. They could use them to submit calculation requests to the Central Array Spirit Computer regarding their cultivation methods and magic treasures.

No one's intelligence should be underestimated.

For example, this Divine Firmament Hundred Pace Flying Sword was divided into three layers: Talisman Sword, Wood Sword, and Iron Sword.

In the initial stage, blood was used as ink to write on talisman paper with spiritual properties, then folded, and continuously refined with vital blood until it could be controlled as one. Finally, a Talisman Seed was obtained.

The Talisman Seed was integrated into a Spirit Wood Seed, watered with Great Medicine Spirit Liquid, and finally, after years of cultivation, a Spirit Plant connected to one's heart and blood would grow.

It was then cut down to forge a Wood Sword. The Wood Sword would continuously absorb vital blood and Golden Essence Qi, eventually transforming into an Iron Sword that even Innate Martial Artists could kill.

His vital blood must not be consumed in large quantities.

Jiang Ding thought, familiarizing himself with it and learning a little. Knowing more never hurt.

Knock, knock!

He lightly knocked twice on the door. Huang Deyou walked over with a booklet in his hand.

"Master, we only have three taels of silver left in the shop. Here's the ledger, please take a look..."

He had come to understand this young master's mysterious comings and goings somewhat over the past few days. Therefore, he would not proactively enter unless the backyard door was open. He had finally found someone today.

"Mm, just a moment."

What made Huang Deyou's heart skip a beat was that the young hero, who clearly didn't seem like someone who would nitpick, took the ledger and began flipping through it page by page.

In his field of vision, which Huang Deyou couldn't see, Jiang Ding had created a table using a micro-computer projected by his contact lenses, listing income, expenses, inventory, and summaries, all corresponding to each other.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Ding took out a pen and paper, wrote down a total of seven account figures, and handed them over.

Upon seeing them, Huang Deyou broke out in a cold sweat.

'March 2nd, Year 67 of Yuanhe, received one Purple Spirit Grass, recorded as one wen. Why wasn't the Purple Spirit Grass received?'

'March 1st, Year 67 of Yuanhe...'

One by one, item by item, some worth hundreds of wen, others only one or two, they were all precisely accurate, clearer than even his own bookkeeping.

"Master, spare me..."

Huang Deyou's legs went weak, and he knelt down, begging, tears streaming down his face.

If this kind of embezzlement were to be publicized, even without Jiang Ding lifting a finger, he wouldn't be able to find any decent line of work for the rest of his life.

This was a lapse in judgment.

Who would have thought that this young hero, who looked like he came from a prominent background, would actually examine the ledger, not let even a single wen slip by, and be able to find it?

"It's alright."

Jiang Ding handed him a four-column accounting form. "Fill it in yourself. From now on, use this format for bookkeeping. Also, I'll be adding to the till soon."

Everyone harbors a hope for leniency.

He was no different; sometimes he couldn't resist the urge to be lazy and skip a sword practice.

But once was human nature; twice was inexcusable.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I'll repay you in my next life by being your ox or horse!"

Huang Deyou was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

Jiang Ding waved his hand. "Don't be like that, I don't like it. Go do your work."

After Huang Deyou left, he gently stroked his sword hilt and, for the second time in over two weeks, walked out of the backyard gate.

Compared to his first visit, the front yard had changed considerably.

The main hall now had a counter with a faint scent of varnish. Huang Deyou sat there, with an apprentice he had hired to record existing plant specimens.

In front of the counter, two or three herb collectors were selling specimens, occasionally arguing about their completeness.

Elsewhere, the doors, floor, and windows were all new, and a sign had been put up, naming it the Rotten Board Street General Store.

Seeing him emerge, Huang Deyou hurried over to greet him, but Jiang Ding waved him off.

He strolled down the street, his steps light as he dodged puddles and brushed past the passing crowd. Occasionally, unpleasant odors wafted over, which he tried to get used to.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding saw a few familiar figures. His steps flickered, and he appeared before them.

Liu Qi, who was drinking tea by the roadside, managed a smile that was more like a grimace. "Young hero, I swear on my life, my brothers and I haven't been bothering your shop lately."

After being heavily injured by a sword that day, he hadn't dared to report it to the gang, simply treating it as a common merchant appearing on the street. It was better to avoid trouble.

Now, seeing Jiang Ding, his knees trembled.

"I need your help with something," Jiang Ding said with a smile. "I want to go to the Four Seas Merchant Guild, but I don't know the way. Can you send someone to guide me?"

Liu Qi breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to a broad-browed man beside him. "This is easy. Xiao Liu, you go and guide the young hero!"

They passed the junction of the dirt road and the stone-paved street, and the road became wide and clean again.

Xiao Liu was quite eloquent. He led Jiang Ding, making turns left and right, and occasionally pointing out famous restaurants, brothels, and gambling houses along the street.

"Young hero, look, this is the Brocade Dragon Trading Company. In about a hundred paces, you'll reach the Four Seas Merchant Guild," Xiao Liu said, pointing to a magnificent six-story trading company. "This Brocade Dragon Trading Company is much more famous in East Spirit Prefecture than the Four Seas Merchant Guild. They have plenty of goods, and their prices are a bit cheaper, but their reputation is not as good."

"Reputation?" Jiang Ding asked curiously.

"I heard someone bought fake medicinal herbs here once. They're unscrupulous when it comes to buying and selling goods, and many underworld figures like to come here. There have even been deaths."

Xiao Liu quickly added, "Of course, this is just what we hear among the brothers in the gang, and it might not be true."

After a while, a three-story building appeared on the street. Its plaque bore the words "Four Seas Merchant Guild" in gilded characters.

The decoration was relatively simple, not as opulent and imposing as the Brocade Dragon Trading Company, but it looked quite stylish. There was a pond in front of the shop, and inside, there were mountains and trees, giving it a sense of feng shui harmony.

Xiao Liu said respectfully, "Young hero, this is the Four Seas Merchant Guild."

"Mm, thank you."

Jiang Ding took out a piece of silver, worth about a hundred wen, and handed it to him.

Xiao Liu was overjoyed. "Thank you, young hero, for your generosity!"

Even though they received a tael of silver a month, most of it was taken by their superiors, leaving them with very little each month. Occasional meals of meat and drinks were not enough.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to extort a newly opened shop. If their gang leaders knew about such a short-sighted act, there would be serious consequences.