Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 449 - 449 407 A Head for a Favor

449: Chapter 407: A Head for a Favor 449: Chapter 407: A Head for a Favor In a tal cage, two girls around the age of three or four were sound asleep.

“Ladies and gentlen, behold these two girls with Sky Spiritual Roots, of unmistakable origins, whose mories have been expertly erased.

They are superb furnace cauldrons.”

“Sky Spiritual Roots, this is known as the top-tier talent with a worry-free path to Foundation Establishnt and over an eighty-percent certainty in reaching the Golden Pill!”

The chubby, elderly man energetically introduced: “Imagine, having two Golden Pills belonging to your clan or sect in over a hundred years, what kind of prestige would that be?”

“What heavenly materials and earthly treasures, what elixirs and spirit beasts, nothing is worth ntioning in front of Sky Spiritual Roots.”

Many people showed a look of yearning.

Yet there was silence, with not a single bid being made.

Creating a Golden Core Pill, how could Foundation-building cultivators possibly possess such a thing, and even if they did, how could they possibly put it up for sale?

The chubby, elderly man was not in a hurry, turning his gaze towards the many figures suspected to be Golden Pill Monks, especially the Gold Pagoda King and Ms.

Thousand Snakes, both Post-golden Alchemists.

Two Sky Spiritual Roots in exchange for one Golden Core Pill.

It was hard to say who would be at a loss and who would profit, it all depended on one’s needs.

“Is it possible to exchange with spirit stones or heavenly materials and earthly treasures?”

The Gold Pagoda King, with a face full of whiskers, spoke up: “If those don’t catch your interest, I also possess a Stage-breaking pill for the initial to middle Jindan stage breakthrough.”

Upon these words, the early Jindan stage cultivators looked over with burning gazes.

The Gold Pagoda King was unconcerned, his gaze fixed on the stone platform.

“No.”

The chubby, elderly man shook his head.

“The client who entrusted us wants only Golden Core Pills and equivalent Foundation Establishnt spiritual items.”

The others imdiately understood and their eyes flickered with insight.

This client was not a Foundation-building cultivator, but rather a Golden Pill Monk who needed to support their offspring.

If it was the forr…

“I’ll take it.”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes stretched and yawned, revealing the enticing curves of her figure.

A Jade Box, under the avid gaze of nurous Foundation-building cultivators, flew towards the stone platform.

The chubby, elderly man showed a look of delight, he opened the Jade Box, examined it carefully for a long ti, and then put it away.

“Ms.

Thousand Snakes is straightforward.”

He waved his hand, and the cage imprisoning the girls floated up, shrank, and landed in Ms.

Thousand Snakes’ hands.

“The penultimate highlight item, the Bloodline Refinent Secret Technique, starting bid, ten million low-grade Spirit Stones, and can be exchanged for treasures and heavenly materials and earthly treasures at a lower rate.”

The chubby, elderly man took out a book covered in gray dust.

The surroundings fell silent.

Even veterans like the Gold Pagoda King widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Is this the so-called secret technique, only possessed by the twenty-eight sects of the Righteous and Demon Alliance, which can enhance Spiritual Roots post-natally?”

“Wasn’t it said that anyone not of those twenty-eight families would face relentless pursuit if they practiced it?”

“This has to be fake…”

The nurous Golden Pill cultivators were all stirred up, the buzz of their discussions nonstop.

“Has your Shang Clan betrayed the twenty-eight families of the Righteous and Demon Alliance?”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes questioned.

“My fellow Daoist jests.”

The chubby, elderly man smiled faintly: “Ladies and gentlen, you only need to know that this Bloodline Refinent Secret Technique cos without any trouble and will not attract any pursuit, the Shang Clan’s reputation over thousands of years can guarantee that.”

“Of course, one thing must be made clear: this secret technique can only boost a newborn’s Spiritual Root to a twinling root, and it’s very consuming and has many restrictions.”

“Even so, it is quite remarkable.”

The Gold Pagoda King took a deep breath.

Why had the twenty-eight families prospered for so long without decline?

Generation after generation, individuals with excellent Spiritual Roots erged!

Much stronger than any other family.

Now being offered up, there must be deep calculations behind it, but the integrity of this secret technique was beyond doubt.

The Shang Clan, founded on trade, would certainly not joke about such matters.

“Fifty million low-grade Spirit Stones!”

He said, directly quintupling the price.

All the Foundation-building cultivators present combined and doubled their entire fortunes couldn’t match even an eighth of that.

“Sixty million!”

Ms.

Thousand Snakes was unyielding.

“Sixty-five million!”

A foreign voice joined in, belonging to a large man wearing a pitch-black mask.

Jiang Ding glanced at him.

“Seventy million!”

It was quickly outbid by soone else, and various kinds of heavenly materials and treasures were brought out, dazzling brightness everywhere, captivating the myriad cultivators.

The bidding war lasted a long ti before Gold Pagoda King secured it with one hundred and twenty million low-grade Spirit Stones.

The other Golden Pill Monks were filled with regret.

If they had been prepared in advance, they would not have had rely this small amount of low-grade Spirit Stones on them.

“The final highlight item.”

Everyone imdiately craned their necks, eager to see what earth-shattering item could surpass the Golden Core Pill, the Sky Spiritual Roots, and a secret technique that enhances Spiritual Root quality as the final highlight.

A stone token.

Ordinary, as if randomly picked up from the roadside, no matter how Divine Sense scanned it, no hint of Spiritual Light could be found.

Written on it was a single character: “Cloud”.

“Could this…

truly be a divine object concealing its presence?”

Many cultivators were confused, yet they did not regard it as a re mundane item, but rather blad their own lack of perceptiveness.

Gold Pagoda King and Ms.

Thousand Snakes, among a few other Golden Pill cultivators, showed a hint of excitent.

“This is not a divine object, just an ordinary stone.”

The white and portly elder laughed, offering no explanation, and said directly, “Soone entrusted this auction house to auction off a favor from Blood Cloud of the Northern Plains, a renowned magnate.

You may ask him to do one thing within his power.”

“As for the price, no Spirit Stones are needed, nor any Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

All that is required is…”

“The head of Tushan Immortal City’s City Lord!”

“If you are interested, you may make an offer.”

All around, there was a deathly silence.

“This is my ho; these people are being incredibly rude.”

Jiang Ding was sowhat angry.

“If this item is real…”

So Golden Pill Monks were trembling, staring fixedly at the Gray Stone Token.

Blood Cloud of the Northern Plains!

A cultivator almost at the Nascent Soul Stage!

Righteousness Over Clouds, his na shook the Northern Plains.

If he promised sothing, even to a re mortal, even to a re Qi Practitioner, he would do his utmost to fulfill it.

This had happened countless tis over hundreds of years—never had anyone doubted his character.

Even the Golden Pill cultivators within the twenty-eight clans, despite their hatred, had to admit to this fact.

So believed that,

if this man does not fall to an assassination, he would certainly beco a Nascent Soul in the future!

“I will take this item!”

Voices cried out in unison, coming from both Gold Pagoda King and Ms.

Thousand Snakes.

The two exchanged a glance filled with murderous intent before simultaneously retracting it.

“Ladies and gentlen!”

Gold Pagoda King spoke up, and the surrounding air vibrated with a buzzing noise: “I wish to hunt down the head of Tushan Sword Cultivators.

As for the rest, including the Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein here in Tushan, the treasure vault of Tushan, I want nothing of it.”

“If you are interested, you may join in taking it.

If you are not, you are free to leave.”

“However.”

His voice was laced with murderous intent, icy and grim, “If anyone is unwilling to join the battle, or if they seek to profit from our mutual strife, let them not bla us for being ruthless!”

The weighty pressure of a Post-Golden Alchemist spread in all directions, his warning clear and undeniable.

The surrounding Golden Pill Monks revealed looks of apprehension.

After a lengthy hesitation,

nobody made a move.

Sounds nice, ‘leave if you wish’.

Perhaps these two Post-Golden Alchemist cultivators were rely waiting for soone to show up so they could capture them in an instant, concoct so pretext to execute them and establish their dominance.

Furthermore, having run into difficulties to get here, their eyes were heatedly fixated on the Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein.

The fact that the two Post-Golden Alchemists were unwilling to stay in this place for long, naturally ignited everyone’s covetousness.

All around, silence reigned.

“Since none of you have any objections,”

Gold Pagoda King nodded in satisfaction: “Then follow up.

Whoever is capable may take the head of Tushan City Lord, and rely on their own abilities to do so!”

“Gold Pagoda King, I have a suggestion.”

Soone stood up.

Gold Pagoda King’s expression grew cold.

A man in a cloak stood, throwing back his cloak to reveal the face of a handso gentleman, fan in hand, slightly bowing as he said, “Why don’t we early and middle stage Golden Pill cultivators sign a contract, to jointly govern Tushan Immortal City after the battle?

It will prevent us from fighting each other and losing the upper hand.”

“Peach Blossom Gentleman speaks wisely!”

“We can join forces…”

The early and middle stage Golden Pill Monks’ eyes lit up, and they voiced their agreent one after another.

Although each of them was weak on his own, when united, they did not fear the two Post-Golden Alchemists that much.

They did not worry about them reneging on their word later—even a verbal agreent could serve as a deterrent.

“In that case…

it can be considered.”

Gold Pagoda King’s icy deanor lted away, revealing a smile, though he felt so contempt internally.

Just a Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein, and these Golden Pill cultivators were like fighting dogs over it, fearing others might snatch it away.

Little did they know, to him, it was so insignificant that he wouldn’t spare it a glance even if he walked past it.

Only amidst the bustling activity of the Northern Plains would he have a closer shot at his goals.

The Dao was at stake; having a little more strength was beneficial.

“Since that is the case, let us sign a contract,”

Gold Pagoda King threw out a piece of Spirit Paper, smiling as he spoke: “Brothers, sign your esteed nas here.

In the future, Tushan Immortal City shall be governed by you…”

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest, leaving him powerless.

Glancing down, he saw a bright blue sword tip protruding from his chest.

The destructive Sword Qi had obliterated all the ridians and organs inside his body, and he slumped backward, falling to the ground.

“Are you from Tushan…”

Overwheld with fear, Gold Pagoda King stared in horror at the handso young man before him.

Only to see the figure slowly beco translucent and crumble into a myriad of Spiritual Light.