Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 587 - 587: In the 572nd chapter, we got a mountain of books and a sea of books.

Immortal Baimei and other Golden Pill Monks stared intently at the octagonal tower before them.

Some, unable to help themselves, took a few steps forward.

Then, as if waking from a dream, quickly stepped back, stood with their hands folded in front, showing they had no other intention, just a subconscious reaction.

Such a reaction could not be considered anything but swift.

No one around them, also Golden Pill Monks, laughed; they all stood respectfully and looked at the person at the very front with desirous eyes.

Jiang Ding said nothing and slowly walked into the octagonal tower.

"Lord Tushan,"

a Golden Pill Monk said respectfully, "Would you require us to scout ahead? Although the Formation Method is broken, there might still be traps or curses inside; the situation is unclear. With your most valuable life, you should not risk danger."

Many Golden Pill Monks looked at him with surprise.

These behaviors could be understood before, but now, with the Cultivation Method so close at hand, yet still so humble and willing to take great risks, why would one do so?

Then, as if coming to a realization, they understood.

This one, obviously a Golden Pill Monk, yet showing some traits of Patriarch Nascent Soul, could it be an unmatched elite?

If there were Cultivation Methods to be had, in the future, there was a great likelihood he could become a Patriarch Nascent Soul.

If they did not pledge allegiance at a considerable cost now, when would they?

Upon this thought, many Golden Pill Monks showed a look of temptation.

"No need,"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

They did not need the weak to take the hits for them.

Moreover, the Sutra Pavilion recorded all kinds of Cultivation Methods and information, possibly involving Immortal Techniques; allowing clumsy hands to cause damage would be a capital offense.

"Yes, I shall take my leave,"

said the disappointed Golden Pill Monk, bowing and backing away.

Pushing open the heavy door that was several zhang thick and a hundred zhang tall.

A great cloud of dust fell rustlingly, fluttering about, causing a sandstorm that obscured vision.

Everyone tensely put up their shields, their Divine Sense scanning vigorously.

"Thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years, this place has not been opened,"

Jiang Ding thought silently.

As the dust settled, a vast expanse of space came into view, too vast to see its boundaries.

Within the space, rows of red Spirit Wood bookshelves stood towering like mountains, neatly arranged, with jade slips, books, animal skins, stone tablets, ribs, and the occasional ancient seal script visible on them.

Each book was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Tens of thousands of years had passed, and any dust repellent Formation Methods had worn away.

"... Cultivation Methods ... so many Cultivation Methods ..."

Immortal Baimei and other Golden Pill Monks held their breath.

It was too spectacular!

Just the first floor of the octagonal tower alone, and the books here had already formed an ocean, with millions, if not tens of millions, of Cultivation Methods and scriptures?

The Luoxu Clan, the Luoxu Clan, the once number one sect of the Northern Plains in the era of the Nascent Souls.

What was it really like? Now, finally, we see.

Even though they were all from Diabolism, savage warriors who advanced through blood and blades, they couldn't help but stand in awe at the sight of so many books, the wisdom of their forebearers before them, feeling an air of solemnity that transcended region, identity, and time.

"Please wait a moment."

Jiang Ding came to the first towering Spirit Wood bookshelf and scanned it carefully with his Divine Sense.

After a while, a bone from the bookshelf flew up and landed in his hand.

"'The Art of Blood Essence Blood Burning,' First-order Spells, used by Qi Practitioners, capable of burning fresh blood and Essence Blood to enhance strength, with significant potential drawbacks..."

Jiang Ding passed his Divine Sense over it and made a judgment.

"It's of some value, the seventeenth magic structure inside is rarely seen in today's Cultivation world and can be used as a reference."

"The material... the leg bone of a human child with a Spiritual Root."

Jiang Ding frowned and continued, "The inner Array Patterns are on the verge of collapsing; special attention is needed when consulting it, otherwise there's a tendency for the Array Patterns to shatter immediately."

"With magic reinforcement, it can barely last for a year or so."

He waved his hand, casting a spell upon the white bones. A layer of clear light emerged from his fingertips, merging with the white bones and temporarily enhancing their sturdiness.

Then he placed them back.

"This one can be chosen."

Jiang Ding turned his head to look at Immortal Baimei and the other Golden Pill Monks, "If you find any sign of the books collapsing, you must stop and wait for me to deal with it. Whether intentional or not, you are not allowed to damage any book."

"You may first look through one-fifth of it, which will not count towards the quota of one book."

This was a restriction built into the jade slips themselves. Once unlocked, a conspicuous clear light would appear. If this were ten thousand years ago, enforcers would immediately come to apprehend the violators.

"Yes, Lord, we understand," they responded.

Immortal Baimei and the other cultivators were overjoyed.

It was not the triviality of a first-order spell that delighted them, but rather the impression that the other party truly intended to keep his promise.

At that moment, they looked at each other, and all eyes eventually fell on Immortal Baimei.

This man stood at the top of the merit rankings, relying on his Golden Core Peak Cultivation Base and control over the Zhen Character Flag.

"Let me take a look," he said without any hesitation, carefully taking over the white bone, his Divine Sense probing briefly before showing a hint of disappointment and passing it to the second-ranked Golden Pill Monk in terms of merit.

Indeed, it was a first-order spell. Though somewhat novel, it was of no use to him.

Jiang Ding ignored them, personally examining each animal hide, jade slip, and talismanic book, casting spells to fortify the items and occasionally taking out artifact refining materials to repair any damage found.

One book after another, he omitted none.

It might have seemed tedious, but he did the work with relish, immersing himself in the joyous ocean of knowledge.

Before he knew it, a day had passed, and he had barely finished organizing a single bookshelf. He allowed the Golden Pill Monks behind him to flip through the front part of the books as he fell into contemplation.

"This is too slow," he muttered to himself.

After thinking for a while, he expanded his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings and said, "I can directly seal the first and second-order books myself. When it comes to third-order and higher cultivation methods, you can then choose. How about that?"

"Indeed, that would be proper!"

"Lord, your generosity is boundless!" exclaimed Immortal Baimei and the others happily.

What use were those mere first and second-order cultivation methods?

With time enveloped in uncertainty, they were all too eager to find their Nascent Soul cultivation methods, though they dared not voice this out loud.

"Very well."

Jiang Ding confirmed that their agreement was sincere and not coerced. He nodded then and there.

Waving his hand, a vast swath of hazy light enveloped an entire bookshelf. He then placed it inside his Storage Jade Pendant.

This was a magical spell from the archaeology department, specifically used to preserve ancient texts and prevent further damage.

One after another,

After dozens of breaths, a vast expanse of book sea was vacated by a small portion.

"Full."

Jiang Ding glanced at his Storage Jade Pendant nonchalantly, took out a storage bag, and continued to pack books; when it was filled, he would change to another, repeating the process over and over.

Toward the end, the storage bags and rings he carried piled up to his height in a large heap. The least valuable of them were treasures at the magical treasure level for storage. He threaded them together with a thin rope, bundling them at his side.

Immortal Baimei and the other Golden Pill Monks felt a chill in their hearts.

How many Golden Pill Monks,

had this lord killed?

Initially, they thought based on his appearance and relatively gentle and trustworthy manner that he was a rare gentleman from the Northern Plains, and they secretly admired him.

Now...

They had been somewhat impatient, considering these first-order items useless and not worth the delay, and had been thinking of urging him on.

But now, they had plenty of time.

After half an hour, the entire floor of the Sutra Pavilion, which stretched farther than the eye could see, was suddenly empty—cleaner than if it had been moved out of, with even the floor turned over to ensure not a single cultivation method was missed.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ding left contentedly, carrying a huge pile of storage bags.

This time, the points for his Xianmen Library would surely skyrocket!

Eventually, the computing power of the Central Array Spirit Computer would be greatly inclined towards him, and his Sword Dao deducing speed would increase significantly.

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