“What?”
The Daoist of Many Treasures exclaimed in shock when he saw the medicinal pellets in the buckets, “What pellets are those?!”
“I could recognize infinite treasures, but I’ve never seen any medicinal pellet this uniquely shaped!”
Indeed, Jiang He’s Dao Enlightenment Pellets were out of the ordinary in shape, color, aroma, and many other attributes. Still, Zhao Gongming had only recognized it as the extremely rare Dao Enlightenment Pellet once he took a bite.
Though Dao Enlightenment Pellets only had a minor effect for the best Demi-Saints such as them, they were extremely useful for normal Golden Immortals or Grand Luo.
It was no exaggeration that one Dao Enlightenment Pellet was equal in value to a superior-grade immortal item for those cultivators.
Zhao Gongming was astonished at the thought.
And there were definitely a thousand of these pellets in this bucket!
In other words, that bucket of plain-looking medicinal pellets was worth a thousand superior-grade immortal items?
In turn, it would not be difficult to trade a thousand superior-grade immortal items for up to thirty premium-grade immortal items.
And that many premium-grade immortal items was enough to trade for a handful of soul treasures.
Moreover, there were five buckets of those pellets…
Was that not equal ten soul treasures?
Zhao Gongming cursed in shock precisely because he understood the value.
He promptly stuffed the remaining Peppa Pigs at the Daoist of Many Treasures’ questions, chuckling, “This medicinal pellet tastes so good!”
Burp!
Speechless, the Daoist of Many Treasures chuckled. “You… really are a glutton.”
Like how much Many Treasures like collecting treasures, Zhao Gongming’s passion was eating, and would wander worlds from time to time in search of gourmet food.
The Daoist of Many Treasures understood that side of his senior brother and promptly said, “Take it with you if you like it so much.”
“Well…”
Zhao Gongming feigned hesitation despite being jubilant inwardly, and mused to himself, “That’s no good, Brother… Jiang He has gifted these pellets to you for the two fragments of the God-Killing Spear… it’s Brother Jiang He’s sincerity no matter how you go about it.”
Nonetheless, the Daoist of Many Treasures put on airs and smiled faintly. “What pellet have I not eaten before? I’ve even have some of the Dao Enlightenment Pellets and the Nine Twirls Golden Pellets stored, refined by our eldest martial uncle.”
“You can tell from a single glance that those five buckets of medicinal pellets are no rarities—just take it if it fits your palate.”
Zhao Gongming promptly waved his hand, taking all five buckets in a single swoop before saying, “Thanks for the pellets, Brother.”
With that, he promptly turned, and…
Swish!
He instantly disappeared at top speed!
“…”
The Daoist of Many Treasures was taken aback, his rather pudgy face showing suspicious then…
Why did he have a feeling that he had been tricked?
“Am I imagining it?”
“But even if I’ve lost some precious collectible, it’s all worth it if I could hook up with Jiang He.”
With that thought, the Daoist of Many Treasures returned to his chair and continued eating his divine fruits.
***
Meanwhile, Jiang He arrived outside the Southern Sky Gate.
“Eh?”
He had just arrived when he heard a gasp of surprise—it was the Golden Armor General, the virtual clone of the Jade Emperor.
He happened to be on guard duty at the Southern Sky Gate, and promptly greeted Jiang He when he saw him arrived, laughing. “Brother Jiang He, I’ve heard of your victory… impressive, truly impressive!”
Indeed, the Golden Armor General found it a shame that Jiang He had not brought him along.
If he had, all worlds would be talking about the Lord of the Celestial Court and Jiang He of the Three Realms…
How great would that be?
“I’ve never killed Demi-Saints before and did not know they were so easy,” Jiang He explained. “Don’t worry, brother Golden Armor. I’ll definitely bring you along if I have a chance!”
“That’s a promise!”
The Golden Armor General’s eyes were lit up as he pulled Jiang He along, inviting him to some drinks.
Jiang He excused himself, saying, “We have all the time we want to drink later… You know that Lord Swelling Sky of the Gods has his eyes on me and is threatening to end me.”
“I’ve heard about that, too… but don’t worry, Brother. He’s just your average Saint and would never dare to cause trouble in the Three Realms.”
“But I can’t keep hiding here like a coward, can I?”
Jiang He sneered with a sinister glare. “Ever since I assumed the path of cultivation, only death comes to those who dare threaten me—Lord Swelling Sky will be no exception!
“Moreover, he’s a Saint. I would be too uneasy to eat or sleep if I don’t kill him soon.”
He then explained why he came.
“I’ll bring you to meet my senior brother…”
But right after the Golden Armor General spoke, the very air quaked, and a spear hilt drenched in blood landed in front of Jiang He.
It was another notch of the God-Killing Spear’s hilt.
Jiang He took it, and bowed slightly at the Tushita Palace, saying, “Thanks for the treasure, Great Saint.”
“Go ahead. I hope to see how you would slay a Saint.”
Jiang He’s ears resounded with Taishang Laojun’s voice, who also warned, “That Saint is starting to control time and reverse or stop it within a small area. You would never be able to stop him if you can’t fight against time reversal.”
The Grand Mage of Xuandu could fight Saints by borrowing the Eight Trigrams Canvas, Golden Pagoda and Five-Elements Flags, because the Eight Trigrams Canvas nullified the power of space-time.
Space-time here referred to both space and time, instead of only ‘space’.
Still, upon remembering Lord Swelling Sky’s technique from before, Jiang He asked guiltily, “That Saint caused space and time to reverse, pulling me back to him even though I had fled over billions of miles away… could all Saints cause time to reverse? Doesn’t that mean they could reverse time to revive the dead?”
“The path is already set in stone. How could that be changed?”
“Lord Swelling Sky’s technique is merely a simple application of the space-time aspect, closing the distance between you two.”
“He is not yet capable of reversing time.”
Ooom!
That was when a special Dao presence around Jiang He shuddered, and in the very next instant… Jiang He felt his cultivating degrading, instantly dropping to the thirteenth-tier of martial arts.
Then, the time around him accelerated, and his degraded cultivation returned to his body.
Jiang He appeared astonished.
“Saints who have grasped time reversal could instantly take away your cultivation and revert you to an infant form.”
“But don’t worry—no one aside from me across the many worlds is capable of that. Even the Patriarch of the Gods and the Patriarch of the Demons have only grasped a fraction of that ability.”
It was only then that Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief.
Why bother fighting if all Saints had that ability? Just offer them your neck and let them hack your head off!
He ambled asked, “Great Saint, teach me… how do I kill a Saint?”
There was no response for a long time.
“O Great Saint?”
“You there?”
“Can you hear me?”
“…”
Tch!
Jiang He was speechless.
Still, Taishang Laojun’s words provided him a general direction.
“Is it possible to create a cultivation method and easily grasp Temporal Dao?”
Jiang He thought about it for half a day but did not know where to start, however, and so had to bid the Golden Armor General farewell.
With the third fragment of the God-Killing Spear gathered, Jiang He was about to head to the Western Sect for the fourth.
“But I don’t know any Western Sect elites…”
“Should I return to the Jie Sect for a bit? Wasn’t Brother Many Treasures saying that he had friends across worlds? Maybe he’s on good terms with the Western Sect.”
It was easier to get things done with acquaintances, after all.
