"The Northern Plains..."
Jiang Ding's eyes gleamed green.
"No, not just the Northern Plains. The entire world. The people of this world all need saving."
"Those damned demonic cultivators, the man-eating Demon Race, those bullshit hereditary clans, and whatever other chaotic, corrupt worship they have—they're all scourges upon the world. I'll clear them out one by one and give everyone under heaven the justice they deserve."
"So what if the previous Great Sun Sword Heir disappeared? It's not as if I touched any immortal arts!"
"But I'm still too weak... I'll wait a little longer."
Jiang Ding calmed the uncontrollable sense of righteousness surging in his heart.
He immediately set aside fifty-two billion low-grade spirit stones and bought a piece of No. 4 Synthetic Geng Metal from the Immortal Sect Immortal Capital Steel Group.
Only minutes after he paid, a palm-sized piece of pure golden Geng metal pierced through space and appeared before him. At a distance of several thousand kilometers, it might as well have been delivered by hand.
The No. 4 Synthetic Geng Metal shone with dazzling brilliance, its edge boundless. Any wisp of its aura could pierce space and slay a Nascent Soul Cultivator like a blade cutting grass, without the slightest effort.
This was a peak-grade fifth-order material, on the level of peak Spirit Transformation.
With that, Jiang Ding's spirit stones were exhausted. Not a single one remained in his pocket. He was utterly broke.
Forget buying anything—he did not even have money for everyday cultivation or social expenses.
"It's fine, it's fine."
"A thousand pieces of gold spent will come back again. Being able to spend money is a good thing. It shows a cultivator's potential."
Jiang Ding comforted himself.
Then he took out all his Sunflame Crystals and piled them in a small heap