It was a mess in front of Green Hill.
The ground was cracked and mountains collapsed within hundreds of miles. Even the air was still filled with violent immortal might and sword will, and even average Sufferance-tier cultivators would have a hard time walking out of that area alive.
And right now, Jiang He was standing over the rubble, watching the many colossal Daemon Fox corpses on the ground and could not help feeling emotional!
Just as he had expected.
Plans could not keep up with changes.
Before he came, he had been prepared for a hard fight upon entering Green Hill.
He did not expect that the thirteen Violet Sky Thunder Talismans would blow up every single Mahayana elite of the Green Hill Foxes.
Hmmm …
Actually, it was a hard fight.
The immortal daemon corpse still caused Jiang He a lot of trouble, knocking his qi and blood out of his mouth. His right shoulder …
"Eh?"
Jiang He looked at his shoulder to find that it was still a bloody mess, and could not help exclaiming in surprise, "What's going on? My wound didn't heal on its own? "
His physique was powerful now, and his regenerative abilities were frightening as well.
Ordinary injuries could be healed in minutes.
And yet, the wound on his shoulder was overflowing with immortal might. Aside from that, there were faint traces of Death Qi that prevented his flesh from regenerating and healing.
Helpless, Jiang He took out a band-aid and applied it. Still, he was afraid of getting infected due to the Death Qi, and it would not be good if he got tetanus or muscle necrosis.
After some thought, he swallowed an Amoxicillin capsule and three Bezoar Detox Pills. As expected, his shoulder was completely healed in less than half a minute.
Jiang He landed on the ground and collected the many Daemon Fox corpses, naturally not leaving their daemonic weapons and Spatial Rings behind.
The Green Hill Foxes had a profound background and were very wealthy. Each of the Daemon Fox elders had at least two premium-grade sage items, one for defense and the other for offense. In fact, three of them even had demi-immortal weapons and mystic treasures. Aside from that, there were many spirit stones, superior-grade sage items, materials for crafting talismans, mystic treasures, and even spirit herbs for medicinal pellets.
"Hmmm …"
"Including Fabulous Fox's war armor, that's four demi-immortal items?"
"Four Quasi Celestial Artifact Magic Treasures. I'll plant and strengthen them when I get home, and they'll become four real Celestial Artifacts … However, the biggest gain from this trip isn't these four Quasi Celestial Artifacts, but this Demonic Immortal corpse and this jade tower!"
A complete demon immortal corpse …
In Jiang He's perspective, it was definitely more valuable than immortal items, especially since the Immortal Dao on the corpse was complete. If he returned and planted it, and with the power of his farm leveling up, wouldn't he be awesome if he directly planted a few Immortal Dao?
Of course.
Compared to planting Immortal Dao, Jiang He preferred planting an immortal daemon.
Be that as it may, Jiang He was not too sure if he could actually grow it.
As for the Immortal Artifact Jade Tower, it was not bad either.
If he could really strengthen it, it would reach the level of a Middle-grade Immortal artifact. Given his strength and a bunch of Immortal artifacts, even if the Immortals were to return, he would be able to protect himself.
"Self-defense …"
"Only protecting myself is not my style!"
"My goal is for the immortals to return, so they'll have to act obediently. Whoever dares to act tough in front of me, I'll slap them to death!"
Jiang He let out a long sigh.
It was a very ambitious goal, and very difficult to accomplish.
"There are only eight folds to the Three Thousand Calamities, and I can only cultivate up to full-fledged Heavenly Immortal. Though the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula has nine folds, it is a class below the Three Thousand Calamities. Even if I could ascend to immortal physique, I wouldn't be that much stronger, which is why …"
"I have to level up my farm and obtain cultivation manuals as soon as possible."
Jiang He could not help feeling a headache at that thought!
He had to create another cultivation manual.
Creating cultivation manuals was too difficult, and he would sit for hours without knowing where to start when he lacked inspiration. It was undoubtedly a torment for Jiang He!
"Since I've assumed the path of an immortal swordsman, my subsequent cultivation manuals should follow the path of an immortal swordsman. I can't neglect my physique either, and aside from my own cultivation, I should develop a godly immortal technique …"
With that thought in mind, he strode slowly towards Green Hill.
All of Green Hill was wailing in anguish as the many Daemon Foxes wept for their fallen elders.
Up in the skies.
Veins of divine mind intertwined.
The elites hiding in the shadows were left speechless for a long time in shock, and it was only when Jiang He stepped into Green Hill that someone asked somberly, "Is Jiang He really just a mortal cultivator in his twenties?"
"And not an immortal returning from outer space?"
Whoosh!
Someone promptly left.
Reasonably speaking, now that Jiang He had slain the elders of the Green Hill Foxes and taken away their immortal items and immortal daemon corpses, this was the best time to take advantage of the situation. Even so, taking advantage of a situation required skill, and it was best not to kill oneself before they could reap any benefits.
As the first cultivator promptly left, the second one streaked through the air and left as well.
All of their faces were ashen, and aside from shock, there was a hint of sorrow …
Mahayana cultivators were not weak even in ancient times. They were considered reserve immortals and had survived the Ninefold Heavenly Retributions. Most of them would become immortals if nothing unexpected happened, and yet, they were now like chicks in Jiang He's hands, killed as he pleased … one must say that it was a huge blow to these elites who had cultivated for over two thousand years.
Some of them were even prepared to imitate the Foxes of Mount Changbai, sealing their mountain and locking their doors. Before the Age of Chaos unfolded, none of their disciples were allowed to leave their mountain to avoid provoking Jiang He.
Meanwhile …
In the air, a young daemon cultivator with two horns on his head and embroidered robes had a look of utter shock and fear on his face.
Beside him was a Mahayana daemon cultivator.
The Mahayana daemon cultivator turned towards the youth in embroidered robes and asked, "Jiu 'er, is this the one who cut down your Yuan Spirit clone?"
The youth's Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded woodenly.
Slap!
The Mahayana daemon cultivator slapped him across the face, causing half of the youth's face to collapse. "B * stard! How many times have I told you not to interfere with mundane matters? Why won't you listen?" he roared furiously.
Half of the youth's face was caved in, but he did not seem to feel pain.
He threw himself at the Mahayana daemon cultivator's feet and hugged them, saying, "Father, save me … I … I don't want to die … I … I only wanted to groom the Dragoncroc Emperor because he has the bloodline of our race and extraordinary potential. Moreover, Jiang He was only Golden Pellet at the time, and I didn't expect him to grow so quickly."
The youth in embroidered robes was about to collapse.
This was Green Hill, after all!
It was a class stronger than their race, and if Jiang He really came looking for trouble … how were they supposed to stop him?
"The Dragoncroc Emperor?"
"Dragon Bloodline?"
The Mahayana cultivator was even more furious. Holding back the urge to slap his son to death, he seethed through clenched teeth, "We are all scaled dragons. What the hell does the Dragoncroc Emperor have to do with us?"
"Return to the Holy Grounds at once, bring along our treasures, and offer our humble apologies like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"
…
Meanwhile, Jiang He had already entered Green Hill.
He studied the Green Hill that stretched for hundreds of miles, and could not help feeling emotional …
It was a fine place!
Verdant hills and clear waters.
Most importantly, the Spirit Qi in Green Hill was so concentrated that it would not lose out to his farm. Average martial artists or cultivators would definitely improve their cultivation if they cultivated here.
"Maybe I could talk to the Green Hill Foxes and take over this place to build a martial arts academy or a cultivation academy. It would definitely become a Holy Ground for cultivators after developing for a year and a half."
Jiang He thought, his divine mind sweeping out as he flatly asked, "Does the Green Hill Foxes have anyone in charge?"
A full-fledged Sufferance Daemon Fox flew toward him.
His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Jiang He, hatred filling his eyes as he seethed through clenched teeth, "Jiang He, the Green Hill Foxes are irreconcilable enemies with you! We would kill you when our immortal daemons return!"
Jiang He raised his hand and killed him with a single slap, saying, "Give me someone who knows how to talk."
(PS: This chapter is to make up for yesterday's.)
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