Jiang Tianjun's Perfect Moral Cultivation

Jiang Ding reached out and took the Nascent Soul-Sealing Net floating in midair.

It was single-use. This black net, worth six hundred million low-grade spirit stones and crafted from vast quantities of fourth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, had already lost its ability to capture Nascent Souls. Only its sealing function remained, and once undone, it would automatically break apart.

His divine sense swept through it.

Jiang Ding was rather curious and looked closely.

This was the first time he had seen and touched a cultivator's Nascent Soul.

It was a palm-sized little person, complete with limbs, skin, clothes, hair, eyes, and everything else, no different from an ordinary human. Only the occasional flicker of translucent cyan spiritual light made one realize that it was a living being formed from soul-force.

It was ugly—not cute in the slightest.

The little person looked exactly like Divine Crow True Lord: a hooked nose, a sinister aged face, and faintly gray-white hair.

Merely looking at it brought a ferocious aura crashing down. It was enough to stop children from crying, send groups of mortals fleeing in terror, and leave them plagued by nightmares day and night for the rest of their lives, until their souls withered away and they died.

"Fellow Daoist Divine Crow, you truly are an evil man. You aren't good-looking at all."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly. "Fortunately, I am here, sparing no effort to uphold justice on Heaven's behalf and send you into reincarnation ahead of time. There is a little less filth in this world now. How wonderful."

"Of course, that is assuming that having one's soul scattered to ashes still counts as entering reincarnation."

As the patriarch of the Beast-Spirit Hei Clan, one of the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains with a legacy spanning ten