Jiang He studied the old Daemon Monkey from head to toe with a weird look.
The old Daemon Monkey smiled sheepishly, embarrassed by the stare.
"Brother, if that's the case, why didn't you offer the divine stone fragments earlier instead of getting beaten up for nothing?"
"I thought you wanted the Overdivine Stone … it's the greatest treasure of my clan, and it has gained sentience after endless years of worship. How could I sell it?" The old Daemon Monkey spoke righteously, and his tone changed as he took out eight more pebbles of different sizes, saying, "These are the fragments of the Divine Sky-Mending Stone and are priceless. Still, since fate has brought us together, I would rather part with my treasures and sell them to you." “
What do you mean by parting with my treasures?!
Jiang He complained as he studied the Divine Sky-Mending Stone fragments.
Including the two-meter Divine Sky-Mending Stone that the old Daemon Monkey offered at the start, the largest was just a meter tall, while the smallest was the size of a watermelon. They were all different shapes. Jiang He walked up and tried to piece them together, only to find that the fragments were not complete. The Great Sage must have shattered a portion of the divine stone from within, or perhaps the Daemon Monkeys of Mount Huaguo did not keep some of it.
There was faint divinity in the divine stones as well, but it was so weak that it would not be noticed if one did not sense it carefully.
Jiang He then held up a finger and said, "This is the most I can offer for these nine divine stone fragments."
"A hundred thousand superior-grade spirit stones?"
The old Daemon Monkey's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Those are the fragments of the Divine Sky-Mending Stone, a priceless treasure. Isn't ten superior-grade spirit stones too little?"
Jiang He was speechless.
"Brother, why don't you add a little more?"
"I'll add your mother!"
"A hundred thousand superior-grade spirit stones? Are you dreaming?"
Jiang He retorted angrily. "Ten thousand superior-grade spirit stones for your nine divine stone fragments. Sell it or leave it. Spirit Qi has been dry for over two thousand years, and every spirit stone vein on Earth has dried up. I'm the only one who could offer so many superior-grade spirit stones now."
This sentence was not false.
No immortal sect, demonic sect, or daemon cultivator could offer so many superior-grade spirit stones.
No.
It should be very difficult for a few sects to come up with 10,000 Upper Grade Spirit Stones. If they could take it out, it would mean that he did not plunder hard enough.
After a long while, the old demon monkey squeezed out a sentence, "We can discuss this price. Fellow Daoist … Can you increase it a bit more?"
"Ten thousand, do you want to sell or not?"
"Sell sell sell!"
With a wave of his hand, the old Daemon Monkey pushed the nine stones in front of Jiang He. It was only after Jiang He paid the ten thousand superior-grade spirit stones that the old Daemon Monkey's aura rapidly weakened to Mahayana.
Jiang He did a double take.
What does that mean?
Afraid that I won't pay?
But even if I don't pay you, can you defeat me if you remain at the consummate Heaven Celestial Stage?
The old Daemon Monkey had condensed thirty-six Heavenly Immortal Daemon Daemon, but he was maimed and even deliberately lowered his cultivation to preserve his life force. He probably did not cultivate much over the last two thousand years, and even his Heavenly Immortal Daemon Daemon Radiance was dimming. How could he be a match for Jiang He?
Putting away the nine fragments of the Divine Sky-Mending Stone, Jiang He offered the old Daemon Monkey a fist-palm salute and was about to leave when the old Daemon Monkey said, "Brother, it's been over two thousand years since I last came out into the world. Is it lively now?"
"When did you return to the homeworld?"
"Has the celestial seal been lifted?"
"Have you heard news of my king at the celestial battlefield?"
He asked a series of questions, only for Jiang He to smile begrudgingly and shake his head, saying, "I wasn't lying, Brother. I'm definitely not an immortal of any sect and have never been to the celestial battlefield, so I don't know what's going on there. Still, the seal on the Star Map has been lifted, and it is said that the immortals are about to return."
"Hehe!"
The old Daemon Monkey sneered. "Do you take me for a fool?"
Shaking his head, unwilling to talk to Jiang He, he said, "The deal is done. Please return, Brother."
What a lunatic!
Does no one believe me when I speak the truth?
Jiang He complained, and turned to look at the divine stone at the center of the grotto-heaven before flying out of the cave to meet up with Dumbo, Trumbo, and the others. "Come," he said. "Let's go home and farm!"
With Jiang He's current speed, it would not take him long to fly one lap around Earth. He returned home in just over ten minutes, and promptly climbed into his farm, planting the nine fragments of the Divine Sky-Mending Stone at once.
"The divinity in the Divine Sky-Mending Stone is basically nonexistent. I wonder if something mystical would happen after I plant it …"
"Hmmm …"
"It doesn't matter if it's mystical or not. I just want to plant a few fake mountains."
Right now, the transplanted purple bamboo forest was already alive.
And it was right beside the mansion.
Jiang He had even built a pavilion in the forest, with a bluestone path leading from the mansion's main entrance to the pavilion.
The pavilion and the bluestone flooring were all taken from Guanyin's Bodhimanda.
The man-made lake was excavated as well.
With Dumbo and Trumbo, two pets with earth-type superpowers, making a man-made lake could not be simpler. Still, the farm was too small at just 100 Mu, which was why the man-made lake was not that big for now.
The mansion, the purple bamboo forest, the man-made lake, the garden, and the fake mountains added up to just over forty Mu.
Of course.
The man-made lake would definitely expand in the future.
Even now, there were only a few hundred fishes in this tiny space, and it was already a little cramped …
Of course.
The fishes that Jiang He was rearing were no ordinary fishes. Even the smallest was over a meter long, and he had personally fished them out from the snowmelt streams at the foot of Mount Tian. Moreover, the Spirit Qi in the farm was immeasurably concentrated, and the fishes had evolved considerably over the last few days, with even their flesh containing pure spirit energy.
Jiang He's plan was to make a bay beside the man-made lake after the farm expanded.
He could then spread fine sand around the bay, and he could play beach bikini volleyball with the maids and fairies' daughters. When the time comes, he could also fish out seafood such as prawns and crabs from the Pacific Ocean, which he could eat when he had nothing to do.
Still, all that was for later.
The urgent matter at hand was to create a cultivation manual.
Arriving before the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment, Jiang He plucked a tea leaf and said, "Hu Mei, brew a pot of tea for me."
Hu Mei took the tea leaf and went to brew it.
Meanwhile, Jiang He took out pen and paper and put them on the stone table beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment.
Sitting on the stone bench, he began to think.
"I've taken the path of a sword cultivator before, and am now an immortal swordsman … should I continue on the path of a sword cultivator?"
Jiang He was a little shaken.
Sword cultivators were certainly powerful, but it was difficult to fully unleash their advantages.
Right now, he had a Thunder Dao Form, and even the Heavenly Immortal Dao he condensed contained the power of thunder. His physique was strengthened immensely after consuming the Thunder Dao Fruit, and he even naturally ascended up to full-fledged ninth-fold of the Nine Heavenly Stars Body Formula.
"Even if I stand on the ground and don't resist, inferior-grade immortal items would have a hard time penetrating my defenses … which is why I must not give up on the advantage of my physique."
Continue on the path of immortal and physique cultivation?
How should he choose?
Jiang He pondered for a while, and only made up his mind when Hu Mei brought him the brewed Old Tea of Enlightenment. A look of determination flashed across his face, and he growled, "Only children make choices. The path of immortal swordsman, the path of physique refinement … I want both!"
"If push comes to shove, I'll just have to work harder on my farm!"
In that very moment, Jiang He felt as if his thoughts were surging like a spring. Lifting his pen, he was about to start writing, but he did not know how to write after putting his pen to paper. After much thought, he finished his cup of tea.
Ooom!
A Dao presence unfurled around him, and an Immortal Dao was slowly condensing in his body.
Jiang He could not help closing his eyes, falling into that mystifying realm.
After an entire hour, he finally opened his eyes and said with a bitter smile, "Isn't this nonsense? I just had some tea, and I'm already in an epiphany? I just want to create a cultivation method. "
Still, the epiphany just now was not entirely fruitless. Jiang He felt as if his mind was clear and his thoughts were clear, with countless ideas arising in his mind with a single thought.
"Oh, right!"
"Since I'm going to cultivate both physique and immortal swordsmanship, why not combine both techniques into one?"
"My path is Sword Qi and my Thunder Dao Form … which is why I could walk the path of the Thunder Immortal Swordsman. When the time comes, my Immortal Yuan Strength and Sword Qi would all contain the might of thunder … I could temper my body with Sword Qi while cultivating my sword technique."
Jiang He's eyes lit up. "That's a brilliant idea, but I still have to think about how to cultivate it and how to categorize tiers … for example, since I'm already a full-fledged Heavenly Immortal, it would be best for me to start with Heavenly Immortal. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time and Farm Points to cultivate from Qi Refinist …"
…
Meanwhile.
On a massive living planet in a prosperous planetary quadrant far away from Earth —
Ooom!
As the teleportation array lit up, silhouettes emanating immortal might walked out from it.
They were none other than the immortals from Earth who had just returned from the celestial battlefield. Among them, the Golden Immortal swordsman from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect studied the place with a Star Map in hand before smiling. "We're now on Horned Dragon Star, which is under the jurisdiction of the Three Coves Quadrant. It's one of the more prosperous planets there, so we could rest and reorganize here before we depart."
"Sure."
Someone smiled and nodded. "The Three Coves Quadrant is the territory of the dragons, and they have deep ties to the homeworld, so we don't have to worry about being targeted. By the way, they have a lot of precious treasures, so you could buy some and bring them back to your juniors."
The Daemon Fox from the Green Hill Foxes snorted coldly and said, "Go ahead and rest if you want. I'll be on my way."
Leading the four True Immortals and a dozen Heavenly Immortal Foxes, he quickly stepped into the warp portal and left.
Someone else cursed quietly with a frown before sneering, "The Green Hill Foxes are still so arrogant."
"That goes without saying. It's normal for the Green Hill Foxes to be a little arrogant since they could speak to a Saint."
"Bleh. Isn't it just someone working as a maidservant to a Saint?"
The many immortals cursed inwardly, while the old man from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect smiled. "After all, it's understandable that they're eager to return after not returning for over two thousand years … moreover, that old thing had been beaten up by that Chan Sect general in Sky Holy City and lost face. He's been scowling along the way, so it's good that he left early."
"By the way, Old White, you're a Scale Dragon, and there are many dragons in the Three Coves Quadrant … why don't you get us a few dragon chicks to play with?"
The one addressed as Old White was a Golden Immortal Scale Dragon, and he smiled. "Oh? That's easy. Please wait, everyone. I'll have someone ask around and see if there's any entertainment on this planet. "
… …
Meanwhile, the immortal daemons of the Green Hill Foxes had teleported to another planet.
Puzzled, one of the immortal foxes asked, "Elder, why are we in such a hurry?"
The old fox smiled slyly. "Those fools only care about eating and having fun, not knowing that the homeworld is reviving and the Immortal Path is reactivated. It's the best time to spread teachings and gather providence, and we'll have the advantage if we reach the homeworld a few days earlier. Before I returned, the ancestor had said that the Green Hill Foxes are to open our gates wide, recruit disciples, teach immortal arts, and teach everyone without discrimination. Daemon cultivators of other races, even humans, are to be taught."
At those words, the old fox could not help the glint of wisdom appearing on his face.
Inwardly, however, there was another thought …
There was no telling if the Green Hill Foxes had changed.
Was the boulder he used to play with still there? Were the juniors of the clan lively?
Hmmm …
"Back then, I've even created a cultivation method that's kept in the clan's Pavilion of Teachings. I wonder if there are many juniors who cultivate it, but I could take in one as a disciple if fate wills it …"
At that thought, the old fox was even more eager to return. "Everyone, let's hurry. We'll reach the homeworld in three days at most, and we'll have time to rest once we're back!"
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