The Taixu Sect Chieftain was a little bewildered.
As the leader of a sect and an eight-retribution elite, the Taixu Sect Chieftain was a major figure even in the world of cultivators.
Of course.
That depended on who he was comparing himself to. Was he not asking to be humiliated by comparing himself to Jiang He?
He wanted to cry but had no tears. "Are you serious, Mister Jiang?"
"Nonsense!"
Jiang He was speechless, and scowled as he barked, "Do you think I'd trick you? Time is of the essence, so cut the crap. Draw the clouds of retribution now, and I'll help you weather your retribution. "
"Alright!"
Going all out!
Since Jiang He said he would protect him, he would believe Jiang He this once!
Most importantly … he had no choice!
What if Jiang He got upset and killed him with a single slap?
Gritting his teeth, the Taixu Sect Chieftain promptly moved and flew into the distance.
"You dog!"
Jiang He seethed angrily. "Where are you going? Isn't it just a retribution? It's just a matter of minutes. Do you have to run? "
Kaboom!
He extended his hand and grasped the air, and the world's Spiritual Qi within a ten-mile radius was instantly drained. A colossal hand made of mystical power formed out of thin air, grabbing the Taixu Sect's chieftain who was sent flying over eight hundred meters away and slamming him onto the ground.
The Taixu Sect Chieftain cried and wailed, "Calm down, Lord Jiang He! I just wanted to weather my retribution a little further away so that it wouldn't affect your residence."
Jiang He: "…"
He was a little embarrassed.
Even so, he could not show such emotions.
After all, I, Jiang He, am a famous person now.
That was why he scowled and barked, "You? What could a mere retribution cause such a stir? When I weathered my retribution, I went from Sufferance to Sufferance at once, and that heavenly retribution did not hurt me at all. Get up and weather your retribution here! "
"Eh?"
The Taixu Sect Chieftain struggled to his feet, coughing a mouthful of blood and his aura withered. Jiang He's palm had carelessly wounded him, and his will to live was so strong that he made a final struggle, saying, "Lord Jiang He, could you give me half a day to heal my wounds? Otherwise, I would die without a doubt if I weather my retribution this way."
Jiang He quietly drew out the Mosquito Cutter.
The Taixu Sect Chieftain quickly corrected himself and said, "Cross, cross, I'll cross now!"
His eyes were red as he suddenly activated his Dao of Dharmic powers. A strange Daoist Rhyme emanated from his body.
This power was sensed by the Heavenly Dao. In an instant, wind blew and thunder surged. In the sky, tribulation clouds rapidly gathered for hundreds of miles.
The Taixu Sect Chieftain took to the air and looked up at the colossal clouds of retribution and the rumbling thunderbolts within. Sensing the tremendous pressure brought by the heavenly retribution, he knew that he would definitely die today and could not help feeling sorrow welling in his heart. He cried out loudly, "Elder Mo, if I do not make it through today, please bring my corpse back to the Taixu Sect and bury it at the foot of the Taixu Sect's little green mountain."
"Lord Jiang he!"
Then, he turned towards Jiang He. "If I can't weather the thunderbolts of retribution, please don't take it out on the Taixu Sect …"
Bang!
Even before he finished, Jiang He appeared behind him in a flash and knocked him out with a karate chop.
Nonchalantly throwing the Taixu Sect Chieftain's corpse to Elder Mo, Jiang He cursed, "You're a grown man. Why are you spouting so much nonsense? If I said I could protect you through your retribution, I would. Stop being so fussy and annoying! "
Elder Mo, who was carrying the Taixu Sect Chieftain, was at a loss for what to do right then and muttered, "Lord Jiang He, the chieftain has fainted … how … how is he supposed to weather his retribution?"
"It's fine."
Jiang He looked up at the skies, where the horrific clouds of retribution had yet to disperse.
After all, the heavenly retribution would not stop just because the wearer had fainted …
Boom-crack!
That was when a thick thunderbolt whistled and struck the Taixu Sect Chieftain in Elder Mo's arms. Elder Mo yelped weirdly and promptly threw the chieftain away.
"Chieftain, please forgive me. I would be caught in the retribution if I don't throw you away …"
In a flash, he turned and ran.
That was when Jiang He attacked.
Extending his hand and grasping, he caught the bolt of heavenly retribution in his hand. Dao presence stirred around him as mystic energy surged, subjugating the heavenly retribution. The thick and frightening thunderbolt kept twitching in Jiang He's palm, and calmed after around three seconds.
Taking out a porcelain bottle, Jiang He stuffed the bolt of heavenly retribution inside before leaping into the clouds of retribution.
Elder Mo, Jin Sidao, and Wang Hou all looked up to find the thunderbolts surging and rampaging within the clouds of retribution, wildly attacking a certain direction. They could not see Jiang He's figure due to the thunderbolts within the clouds of retribution, nor could they use their divine mind to observe. All they could see was a sword light abruptly shooting out, and in the next instant, the frenzied thunderbolts within the clouds of retribution calmed down.
Jiang He stepped out of the clouds of retribution and took out the porcelain bottle, quickly collecting the thunderbolts within.
Up in the skies.
The clouds of retribution slowly faded.
A unique energy descended from above, landing on the Taixu Sect Chieftain's body.
On the ground, the Taixu Sect Chieftain, who had been thrown aside by Elder Mo, shuddered and woke up.
Sufferance-tier elites would be blessed by the Heavenly Dao if they successfully weathered their retribution …
The instant he woke up, he sensed the change in his body, and promptly rolled off the ground to look up at the skies.
The skies were azure and cloudless — the clouds of retribution had already dispersed.
The Taixu Sect Chieftain blinked, and looked at Jiang He, Jin Sidao, and finally at Elder Mo.
Elder Mo's gaze was a little evasive.
By the way, the Chieftain had just fainted. He would not know that he had been thrown away, would he?
"How long have I been unconscious, Elder Mo?"
The Taixu Sect Chieftain asked hoarsely.
Elder Mo thought about it and answered, "Around ten breaths."
"Ten breaths?"
"Could everything just now have been an illusion? I didn't weather my retribution? "
"Hold on … my body clearly weathered the heavenly retribution … but I was unconscious, so how did I weather it?" The Taixu Sect Chieftain was left dumbstruck. Elder Mo arrived before the Taixu Sect Chieftain and quietly explained.
"What?"
The Taixu Sect Chieftain shuddered all over and could not help exclaiming, "Retribution could really be weathered like that?"
Jiang He was not bothered to say anything to him.
He was a little upset right then.
He had only caught nine thunderbolts of retribution …
Though the Taixu Sect Chieftain was weathering the ninth heavenly retribution and the retribution thunderbolts were powerful, nine thunderbolts of retribution was a little too little. Even if each thunderbolt could create a bomb, there were only nine of them.
Turning toward Jin Sidao, he said, "Brother Jin, your Ten Thousand Swords Sect has seven or eight retribution elites. Why don't you call them here, and I'll help them weather it."
"For real?"
Delighted, Jin Sidao said, "I'll contact them right away."
He sent a message to the Thunder Talisman Daoist, who had already left the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and hurried back when he heard Jiang He's call. Soon, he summoned three Sufferance-tier elites and hurried to Jiang He's house as fast as lightning.
Of the three Sufferance-tier elites, the Thunder Talisman Daoist was a seven-retribution, while the other two were seven-retribution and eight-retribution.
Hence …
Half an hour later, three massive clouds of retribution gathered in the skies above Jiang He's house.
Standing beneath the clouds, the Thunder Talisman Daoist appeared in awe. "Come to think of it, the last time I weathered my seventh retribution was half a month ago, wasn't it? Now, I'm weathering my eighth retribution in half a month … "
Jiang He flew into the clouds of retribution and refined all the heavenly thunderbolts in ten breaths, capturing a total of 27 heavenly thunderbolts.
The eight-retribution elite was a full-fledged Sufferance cultivator, and appeared rather excited.
Jiang He said impatiently, "Alright, get lost. Don't get excited. Thunder Talisman, and this Brother here, since you're already eight-retribution, continue drawing heavenly retribution and I'll help you weather your ninth retribution."
Soon, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect gained two more full-fledged Sufferance cultivators, while Jiang He captured 18 more heavenly thunderbolts.
Everyone was left gaping, stunned by Jiang He's methods.
Jiang He ignored that, and thought, "Fifty-four heavenly thunderbolts is enough."
"By the way, where are the new Nine Retribution Talismans you crafted, Thunder Talisman Daoist?"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist took out twenty-eight Nine Retribution Talismans and handed them to Jiang He, saying, "I could craft over twenty more with the remaining heavenly retribution. Now that my cultivation has improved greatly, I could craft new talismans after I return and stabilize my cultivation, which would be done in half a month."
After thanking him, Jiang He said, "Everyone, please wait for a moment. I have something to take care of."
He entered his farm and planted all twenty-eight Nine Retribution Talismans before leaving the farm and heading to the gates. Looking at the Taixu Sect Chieftain who was still rather stunned, he asked, "What kind of mystic treasure would you like to craft?"
The Taixu Sect Chieftain took out two blueprints.
One of the designs was a set of armor, and the other was a flying sword.
He then took out some item refinement materials, but Jiang He waved him off, saying, "No need. How could I take your materials after taking your mystic treasure? Eh … "
Jiang He took a look at the blueprints and noticed that the flying sword on the blueprints was rather familiar. He promptly took out a flying sword that was almost identical to the blueprints and said, "The flying sword you designed is similar to this one, so you can use it. I just need to craft a combat suit for you."
The Taixu Sect Chieftain took the flying sword and felt out the Dao presence emanating from it, exclaiming in shock, "A premium-grade sage item?"
"I can't do that, Lord Jiang He … I just need a superior-grade sage flying sword."
"Just take it. What's with all the nonsense?"
Jiang He shot the Taixu Sect Chieftain a glare and barked, "Moreover, it would take at least an hour to craft a superior-grade sage flying sword. Isn't my time money?"
"…"
The Taixu Sect Chieftain's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in shock, "An hour?"
The others looked stunned as well, and Jin Sidao could not help asking, "Brother Jiang He, you would only need an hour to craft a superior-grade sage flying sword?"
Troubled, Jiang He thought about it before saying, "Well, I'm not sure how long it would take. After all, it's an item refinement method I came up with on a whim and I've never crafted a mystic treasure before. I would only know how long it would take after I craft it."
Everyone else: "…"
What the hell.
That scared me to death.
So he was just bragging …
It had to be known that even a Weapon Refining Grandmaster would need at least a few days to forge a high-grade Dao Artifact.
Be that as it may …
Isn't this item refinement method you came up with on a whim a little too much???
Moreover …
Asking for a superior-grade sage item right off the bat when he had never crafted mystic treasures …
Hmmm.
How were they supposed to face Jiang He if the refinement failed?
What if they were beaten up out of humiliation?
Naturally, Jiang He would not know what they were thinking and said, "How about this? Let's go to the wildlands. It's my first time crafting item, and I'm afraid that my house would be gone if it explodes."
"It's fine, it's fine!"
The sly Jin Sidao quickly said, "Lord Jiang He, I still have something to do, so I won't be going … by the way, I have to notify the nine sects as soon as possible and have them send you your compensation as soon as possible."
Whoosh!
With that, he ran.
Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running was the best course of action, lest Jiang He got beaten up out of humiliation when he failed to craft a mystic treasure … even if he did not get beaten up, would he not feel bad after seeing Jiang He's embarrassment?
Once he left, the other two full-fledged Sufferance cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect excused themselves as well.
The Thunder Talisman Daoist, being more straightforward, exclaimed in surprise, "It's a joyous occasion since it's your first time crafting a mystic treasure, Mister Jiang He. It's my honor to witness it with my own eyes."
Hence …
Jiang He, the Thunder Talisman Daoist, Elder Mo, the Taixu Sect Chieftain, Wang Hou, and the others arrived at a small hill fifty kilometers away.
There was no unnecessary talk or preparation.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang He took out some item crafting materials he looted from the treasure vault of the Green Hill Foxes from his Void Storage and went over the item refinement technique he created himself, saying, "I'm going to start crafting. Everyone, back off, lest the explosion hurt you."
Wang Hou and the others promptly retreated five hundred meters.
Meanwhile, after taking out a substantial amount of item crafting materials, Jiang He also took out a bucket of water, several bags of salt, vinegar, soy sauce, and condiments …
He looked up to find that Wang Hou and the others were gaping at him in confusion, and promptly explained with a smile, "This is a secret quenching recipe I came up with … First, prepare a bucket of clean tap water and add the right amount of salt, vinegar, soy sauce, condiments, chili powder, starch, and cooking wine …"
As he explained, he picked up a dry branch from the side and stirred it in the bucket. He said, "After adding the secret seasoning, remember to stir it. You have to control the degree of stirring well. Don't overdo it, just make it uniform."
"…"
The faces of Wang Hou and the others turned green.
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