"God-Slaying Spear fragment?"
"What do you want that for?"
In a cave that was similar to … a rat cave in the Green Touring Palace, Daoist Duobao lay comfortably on a chair covered in tiger skin. He held a bunch of immortal fruits in his hand and ate them with relish.
There were many Immortal Halls in the Green Touring Palace. Why did Daoist Duobao live in a cave?
Jiang He thought to himself.
Though there were treasures hanging everywhere in the cave and it was dressed extravagantly, it was still a cave. Still, Jiang He understood when he remembered that the Daoist of Many Treasures' true form was there.
Daoist Duobao was not a human, but a Connate spirit beast, the Treasure-seeking Rat.
It made sense that rats liked to live in burrows.
Hearing that Jiang He was looking for fragments of the God-Killing Spear, the Daoist of Many Treasures rose to his feet and asked, "Fragments of the God-Killing Spear are not that useful, and most cultivators would have a hard time withstanding the killing will contained within. Still, it is the weapon of Rahu, the Demon Ancestor, and is worth collecting."
"According to what I know, after the Fiend Ancestor Rahu died, his weapon, the God-Slaying Spear, shattered into seven pieces. Uncle-Master might have one of them, and the Western Sect also has a fragment."
"The Nether River Patriarch obtained the most fragments of the Gods-Slaying Spear, three in total."
The Fiend Ancestor Rahu was not the ancestor of the Fiends.
He was actually a creature of the Three Realms as well.
The cultivators of the Three Realms were divided into the Righteous and the Fiend. Rahu was the founder of the Fiend Dao … He lived in the same era as the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and was one of the earliest Connate Gods to be born in the Three Realms.
Back then, a Daofather wasn't a Daofather … and the Three Realms didn't have any Saints.
Rahu wreaked havoc in the world and caused endless calamities. In the end, he was killed by Dao Ancestor Hong Jun.
After Rahu's death, his Dharma treasure, the God-Slaying Spear, was broken into seven pieces and fell into the Great Wilderness. Later on, other cultivators obtained them and collected them.
His Dharma treasure, the Twelfth Grade World Destruction Black Lotus, was missing.
The Daoist of Many Treasures was also a connate lifeform born when the Three Realms were created. He was one of the oldest beings in the Three Realms. He had experienced the Cataclysm back then and knew many secrets that had long been hidden in the river of time.
Jiang He's eyes lit up when he heard the Daoist of Many Treasures mention the whereabouts of the fragments of the God-Killing Spear.
He should be able to get the Gods-Slaying Spear fragment from the Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue's hands.
Western Sect …
I've never dealt with him before.
However, with his current strength, methods, and reputation, the Western Church would definitely give him some face.
"The Nether River Patriarch actually has three fragments of the Godkilling Spear … but that old dog isn't weak. He won't die as long as the Blood Sea is destroyed, and even with a breakthrough in my immortal dao, I'm not sure I can kill him."
"An incomplete Immortal Artifact can be grown into a complete Immortal Artifact. Can the God-Slaying Spear do the same?"
Jiang He appeared thoughtful.
These were five fragments of the God-Slaying Spear.
He was not in a hurry to obtain the three in Patriarch Nether River's hands. He could look for the Grand Supreme Elder and the Western Sect to obtain the two that were easy to obtain.
After some small talk, Jiang He then asked, "Brother of Many Treasures, you mentioned that the God-Killing Spear was split into seven fragments. Now, the Western Sect has one fragment, the Nether River Patriarch has three, and the Great Saint has one. What about the other two fragments?"
"Yes!"
With a turn of his hand, the Daoist of Many Treasures took out a broken, blood-stained spear tip and a small portion of the blood-colored spear shaft, smiling. "I have two of the seven fragments of the God-Killing Spear. Take them if you need them, Brother Jiang He."
Delight appeared on Jiang He's face, and he did not refuse.
He took the spear tip and the broken spear shaft and studied them closely.
The spear shaft was not long and was probably a quarter of its entire length. It was entirely blood-colored, and there were unique, ancient patterns over it.
The patterns were naturally formed, but they contained a frightening Dao. Even if the spear shaft was broken, Jiang He felt as if …
The spear shaft would not lose out to a superior-grade immortal item in power.
The spear tip was even more special.
Due to the passage of time, the bloodstains on it had turned into a dark brown color. Even now, the dark brown bloodstains still carried a faint sense of majesty. It must have been the blood of experts that had stained it in the past.
Jiang He tried to use his immortal will to check it, only to find a blood-colored ocean crashing toward him.
That blood-colored ocean was the will carried by the fragment of the God-Killing Spear. If Golden Immortals were impacted and affected for a long time, they would become violent, bloodthirsty, or even demonized.
Withdrawing his immortal will, Jiang He said, "No wonder you said that the fragment is useless. Its power is similar to some superior-grade immortal items, but the impact of the will contained within … most Golden Immortals would not be able to withstand it, and those who could would not care less about this bit of power."
"That's true."
The Daoist of Many Treasures teased. "Brother Jiang He, could you be collecting the fragments of the God-Killing Spear to try to reforge it?"
"That's an idea."
Jiang He answered truthfully.
Both Zhao Gongming and the Daoist of Many Treasures could not help being taken aback at those words … after all, he was merely asking casually and joking.
Taishang Laojun had tried but failed to reforge the God-Killing Spear, let alone Jiang He.
After some small talk, Jiang He took out five buckets of Dao Enlightenment Pellets and said, "Brother of Many Treasures, the fragments of the God-Killing Spear are treasures in the end and I can't take them for free. I've refined these medicinal pellets myself, so please accept them, Brother of Many Treasures."
The Daoist of Many Treasures glanced at the buckets and quickly waved him off, saying, "It's just a few fragments. Is there a need for that?"
The buckets were exuding the faint aura of a mystic treasure.
It must be an inferior-grade immortal item.
Jiang He had refined the buckets specifically to store medicinal pellets … after all, the usual porcelain bottles for medicinal pellets were too small and could only hold ten pellets per bottle.
The buckets Jiang He had refined were modeled after the plastic buckets used on Earth, and could hold dozens of catties of water even if they were filled.
As for the Dao Enlightenment Pellets, it could hold a thousand of them.
The storage capacity was huge, and it was convenient to stack them — one could just stack them.
Since Jiang He insisted on giving them to him, the Daoist of Many Treasures had no choice but to accept them.
Jiang He put away the two fragments of the God-Killing Spear before offering a fist-palm salute and directly flying out of Biyou Palace, ready to head to the Celestial Court to ask Taishang Laojun for the fragments.
After Jiang He left …
In the cave, Zhao Gongming teased, "Why are you so generous today, Brother Many Treasures?"
The Daoist of Many Treasures was an Innate Spirit Beast known as the Treasure Seeking Rat. He was the best among all worlds when it came to treasures, and he loved them as much as his life. Even his fellow disciples would have a harder time getting a treasure from him than reaching the heavens.
The Daoist of Many Treasures chuckled. "Gifting treasures depends on the person. Though Jiang He is a junior, he would not lose out to you or me in ability after rising to where he is now."
"He swept through the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance single-handedly and killed ninety-nine Golden Immortals of foreign races at the Grand Luo battlefield, and now sixteen Demi-Saints have died by his hand. Not even the Grand Mage of Xuandu could match that feat."
"He must have gained some enlightenment now that he has secluded himself to cultivate … Jiang He might reach Saint one day … isn't it reasonable for me to befriend him now, Brother?"
"You're wise, Brother!"
Zhao Gongming chuckled and could not decide if he should laugh or cry at the sight of the five buckets on the ground. "I heard that Jiang He is very skilled in pellet refinement … why would he use buckets like that to store medicinal pellets?"
Everyone knew.
The more exquisite the container used to store medicinal pellets, the more valuable the medicinal pellets were.
Since Jiang He had filled several buckets at once, it was probably not some high-grade medicinal pellets.
He opened the lid.
The medicinal pellets inside the buckets were oddly shaped and very unusual.
As the faint scent of medicinal pellets wafted into his nose, Zhao Gongming picked up a Peppa Pig medicinal pellet and bit off its' head '. His face promptly dropped and he could not help exclaiming, "What the hell …"
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