Treasure Seizure Harvest

Magic tools were not omnipotent; they had their limits. The defensive limit of a low-grade defensive magic tool was the strength of five flying dragons. Once an attack exceeded that defensive power, the magic tool would be broken, and the person controlling it would have to face the remaining force.

For example, if the attack power was the strength of six flying dragons, then after breaking the magic tool, there would still be the strength of two flying dragons left.

The talismans Wang Ding used to attack Fang Wen each carried the strength of two flying dragons, and also had the ability to break through vital energy. For low-level cultivators, using pure physical force to shatter a vital-energy shield required the strength of one more flying dragon than a vital-energy attack did.

When he set the ambush, Wang Ding had used three Blazing Fire Talismans and three Earth Spear Talismans, for a total of twelve flying dragons' worth of force. With one strike, he broke Fang Wen's magic tool, and adding the sneak attack from the Qingping Magic Sword, it was only natural that the sword succeeded in a single blow.

The moment Wang Ding succeeded in seizing the treasure, he had already considered it. This place was in the desert; after taking the treasure, it was impossible to flee far away. Once the three of them caught up, he was afraid he would have no life and only death.

So he decided to ambush the three at the cave entrance. They would never imagine Wang Ding dared to lie in wait there. By common sense, most people fled like demons and ghosts after seizing a treasure; someone as wildly bold as Wang Ding was truly rare. So it served these three right to suffer such a huge loss.

At this moment, Fang Wen had fallen into the ambush and been cleaved in two by a single sword strike. Song Daokun and Shi Mei knew Wang Ding was lying in wait outside the cave, and seeing him unleash so many talismans at once—heaven knew how many more he had—could not help feeling somewhat chilled. The two exchanged a glance.

Song Daokun and Shi Mei each retreated ten feet and said to the jade-green magic sword floating in the air, "Fellow Daoist Huang, this time the two of us admit defeat. We are all people who cultivate the Dao, and what we seek is also long life in this world. Why don't we each take a step back? The two of us will give up this treasure, but Fang Wen's magic tool must belong to us. Otherwise, we also have trump cards. At worst, we'll fight until the fish dies and the net splits."

At this moment, Wang Ding, who was lying in ambush outside the cave, heard Song Daokun show weakness. After considering it for a moment, he said, "Fine. Fang Wen's magic tool is yours, but you must leave this place immediately." With that, he recalled the magic sword that was still inside the cave.

Hearing this, Song Daokun and Shi Mei's faces lit up. Seeing Wang Ding recall the magic sword, they thought, This person is still lacking in experience. Once the two of us refine this magic tool, we won't need to fear you. When the time comes, we'll join forces and fight you like guerrillas, wear you to death, and see how many talismans you can use. Once we kill him, the magic tools on him will belong to us as well.

"Very well, then it's settled. Once we obtain the magic tool, we will definitely leave immediately."

After Song Daokun finished speaking, he walked forward carefully, arriving beside Fang Wen's body, which had been split in two. His bell-shaped magic tool had fallen to the ground nearby.

Although Wang Ding had agreed, adhering to the spirit of there being no great mistake in being careful, Song Daokun still raised his vigilance to the utmost. Shi Mei was also standing to the side to support him, warily watching their surroundings. Wang Ding's Earth Escape Talisman had left a deep impression on both of them, so they could not afford to be careless. Moreover, when the two of them had plotted against Fang Wen, what they used was also an Earth Escape Talisman, so they naturally knew its power perfectly well.

Song Daokun came beside the magic tool, crouched down carefully, and reached out to pick up the bell-shaped magic tool, which was half the size of a head. The moment it entered his hand, Song Daokun could not help feeling delighted. Yet before he could enjoy his excitement, from the corner of his eye he suddenly caught sight of a green light covered by the bell-shaped magic tool. Before he could react, the green light flashed and sank into his body, then pierced through him. Song Daokun's eyes were wide open, as if he could not believe he would die, or why Wang Ding's magic tool had been underneath the bell-shaped magic tool.

As it turned out, Wang Ding had long guessed that the two did not have pure intentions. In addition, although he had no experience with schemes and plots, Wang Ding, who came from the twenty-first century, had not eaten pork, but he had still seen pigs run. The twenty-first century was an era of information explosion; what had he not seen before? How could their little scheme possibly deceive Wang Ding? Thus, Wang Ding went along with the current. On the surface, he recalled the magic sword, but in reality, he used an Earth Escape Talisman to quietly send the magic sword beneath Fang Wen's bell-shaped magic sword, waiting only for Song Daokun or Shi Mei to go take the magic tool before launching a fatal strike.

Shi Mei, behind Song Daokun, only saw a streak of green light pass through Song Daokun's body, then fly straight toward her. Her heart plunged straight into the valley floor, and she had no time to care about anything else. She dodged with a lazy donkey roll. At this moment, Shi Mei no longer had the appearance of a peerless beauty; her entire body was covered in dust and dirt, and she could no longer care about her bearing. Shi Mei swiftly fished a "Thunderbolt Fire" from her body and threw it at the Qingping Magic Sword that was turning back to slash at her. At this moment, Wang Ding, at the cave entrance, saw Shi Mei throw out the "Thunderbolt Fire." His expression changed, and not daring to clash with it head-on, he directly controlled the magic sword to fly back. He had just recalled the magic sword when he heard a boom, and an entire section inside the cave was blown into collapse.

Wang Ding retreated outward, dodging the aftermath of the explosion. Standing thirty feet away from the cave, he watched as the cave, because of the continuous tremors, collapsed one section after another. Only after quite a while did it stop.

Wang Ding arrived at the cave entrance and looked at the rubble covering the ground. He could not help sighing inwardly. "The path of cultivating immortality is truly cruel. Five people came, yet now only I remain. The four of them all made wedding clothes for me. I wonder if, in the future, I will make wedding clothes for someone else."

At this moment, stray thoughts flew wildly through Wang Ding's mind. He thought of how he had inadvertently come to this world, stepped into the cultivation world, made talismans for the first time, fought to the death for the first time, and then fought this battle by any means necessary. All sorts of memories surged into his heart, tangling his thoughts into a mess.

Just as those countless memories nearly seemed about to burst his head apart, a clear light issued from the Mud Pill Palace. Wang Ding immediately felt his head clear, as though it had been soaked in warm water. At this moment, Wang Ding's heart was lucid. His eyes opened, bright with sharp light, and his expression was resolute as he said, "So what if it's cruel? Was my original world not cruel? This world has always been the weak as prey to the strong. Without power, all is empty. From now on, I shall cut through everything, unmoved by stray thoughts in my heart, untempted by external things, and advance with fierce courage. My path begins from this day forth. Across the heavens and myriad realms, throughout heaven, earth, and all living beings, those who obstruct my pursuit of the Dao—kill."

With Wang Ding's roar, his thoughts immediately flowed freely, and his state of mind gained a flavor of slaughtering all living beings to seek the Dao.

After Wang Ding came to this world, he had always viewed everything around him through the eyes of an outsider, never truly integrating into this place. Now that he had seen through the barrier in his heart and gained a goal, he had only then truly integrated into this wondrous world.

The clear light that had appeared when Wang Ding fell into crisis just now had already vanished along with Wang Ding's awakening, but Wang Ding was completely unaware of it.

Wang Ding gathered his spirit and prepared to leave this place. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw an object lying thirty feet away from the collapsed cave entrance. Curious, Wang Ding walked closer to take a look, and it turned out to be Fang Wen's magic tool. So that's it. The explosion from the Thunderbolt Fire just now blasted this thing out.

Delighted, Wang Ding put the magic tool away and began carefully taking stock of his gains. Two magic tools, one for attack and one for defense; one Pure Yang Creation Fruit; one set of talisman-making tools; a dozen or so talismans. If those three hadn't been buried in the cave, the gains right now should have been even greater. Forget it. A person shouldn't be too greedy.

After sorting out his spoils, Wang Ding directly left the illusion realm and headed toward Sand City.