Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In an instant, countless thoughts surged through Master Jiucaobi’s mind.

For over three thousand years, the founder of the Qiyu Sect was nothing more than a Loose Cultivator of Qi Practicing. Upon reaching middle age, he had only attained the cultivation base of the middle-stage of Qi Practicing, indistinguishable from the countless mediocre Loose Cultivators in the Cultivation World.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would at most become a Cultivator in the later stages of Qi refining.

But, blessed by the Immortal Path, the Ancestor encountered a heaven-defying opportunity!

Not only did his cultivation base break through consecutively, building foundation, forming a Golden Pill, within just over two hundred years, he established the Qiyu Sect, becoming a formidable force that shook Yue Country and neighboring nations. Even after his transcendence, he left behind several treasures to protect the Sect.

Among them was this Spirit Testing Stone Platform!

Rumored to be a precious relic of an ancient major sect, it contains a trace of the power of causality, capable of simply predicting one possible future path of a disciple. Relying on this treasure, the Qiyu Sect has never been short of Golden Pill Monks generation after generation.

If it weren’t for Xuetu Hall, an external force that arrived over a thousand years ago, they would still be the undisputed hegemon of the surrounding region.

”...Xiantian Sword Body!!”

Master Jiucaobi repeated the words.

This was the last piece of information transmitted from the crumbling Spirit Testing Stone Platform.

He didn’t understand what Xiantian Sword Body was.

But it was a Dao Body Talent that far exceeded the Sky Spiritual Root!

The future Nascent Soul of the Qiyu Sect!

”Little friend, brother, no, friend, Master Uncle...”

Master Jiucaobi spoke incoherently, saying things that even he did not understand. He scooped up a jade bead and a large amount of powder that remained after the stone platform shattered, grabbed Jiang Ding’s hand, and urged:

”We must return to the sect immediately!!”

Muttering to himself, he summoned a palm-sized flying boat from his sleeve, wholly emerald in color, as if carved out of a single piece of beautiful jade.

The jade boat grew as it caught the wind, quickly becoming the size of a building, large enough to accommodate a hundred people with room to spare.

The raging Divine Sense of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator swept across the area.

”Everybody, except the mortals, get on now!” Master Jiucaobi snapped, ”From now on, anyone who dares to take anything out of their Storage Bag, dies!”

”Master Uncle Li, about this Guardian Envoy of Yue Country...”

The simple-looking cultivator Li Ping spoke hesitantly.

”Forget about him!”

Master Jiucaobi cut him off, and his tone even carried a hint of murderous intent—it was extremely sensitive: ”Nephew, you don’t want to go?”

”Disciple will board right now!”

Li Ping shivered, experiencing the clear killing intent of a Foundation-building Monk for the first time, and quickly flew onto the boat.

”Disciple obeys!”

All disciples of the Qiyu Sect duly boarded the vessel.

Master Jiucaobi’s Divine Sense didn’t dare relax for a moment. It enveloped all the Cultivators, and then he grabbed Han Lin, Chen Xi, and the other potential Immortal Successors and threw them onto the boat.

Only then did he turn to Jiang Ding and Li Qingyun and said with a pleasant face, ”Please forgive our actions, young friends. We must be cautious. The Diabolism fiends from the Xuetu Hall are capable of anything.”

”Senior’s actions are the wisdom of ruling a state.”

Jiang Ding and the other respected their actions.

They naturally wouldn’t oppose what was better for their own safety.

”As for the mortals here... your fate is unfortunate. Proceed to reincarnation first.”

Master Jiucaobi’s expression was cold as he produced lightning in his hands, which quickly grew into arrows of thunder that shot in all directions, and even the servants of the Qiyu Sect were not spared.

”Senior!”

Jiang Ding raised his voice, making Master Jiucaobi stop and look at him with perplexity.

”Could you perhaps spare their lives, such as by erasing their memories?”

Jiang Ding pleaded earnestly.

He judged that he probably held a relatively high tolerance in the other party’s eyes, at least not in danger due to his words, hence he spoke out.

Of course, it was just a suggestion.

If the other party insisted on killing, he wouldn’t try to stop it forcibly. It was their choice to make, unrelated to him.

Many young elites on the Dragon and Phoenix List were extremely fearful, as if they had seen Buddha himself.

”Just some mere mortals, a womanly kindness!”

A flicker of displeasure appeared in Master Jiucaobi’s eyes, but it was quickly concealed. After pondering for a moment, he said, ”Well, even if all of these people died, it wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing to cause such a massive anomaly.”

”Humph!”

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His Divine Sense turned needle-like, piercing into the minds of all the mortals around him, causing them to groan softly and collapse, with trickles of blood flowing from their noses and mouths.

Jiang Ding’s expression remained calm.

”Do not take offense, young friend.”

Master Jiucaobi did offer an explanation, ”What I’ve done is shattered a strand of their Divine Souls, causing them to forget the past month’s memories. Even Golden Pill Monks might not be able to restore them, and the only side effects are future susceptibility to illness and a slightly reduced lifespan.”

”Thank you, senior.”

Jiang Ding bowed and expressed his gratitude.

The three boarded the jade boat, which transformed into a stream of mist and swiftly flew towards the distant horizon, soon disappearing completely.

Inside a spacious solitary loft,

Jiang Ding silently watched the clouds sweeping across the sky, the shadow of the Sword Immortal he had encountered earlier floating in his mind, every detail crisp and exceedingly clear, accompanied by the mighty and frigid will of the Sword Dao.

”I think I’ve found it, the Divine Soul talent that’s three times that of my peers.”

An automated device quietly found a secluded place to land, stand by, and wait for a possible awakening in the future.

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Qiyu Sect.

Located in the center of this region, surrounded by mountains, it lay upon the sole Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein of the area, the focal point of the densest Celestial Luck of the Immortal Path.

Xuetu Hall only possessed a Third Level Mid Rank Spirit Vein.

Centered on this Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein, radiating outwards for tens of thousands of miles, were numerous Second and First Order Spiritual Veins. These were the lineages that depended on the Qiyu Sect, guarding the Sect and supplying new blood.

At the very peak, on Tianleifeng Peak,

An old Cultivator with white hair and a Daoist bearing opened his eyes, revealing a trace of astonishment.

”...Is the Sect going to prosper greatly?”

After pondering for a moment, he launched a Talisman flying into the distance, concealed himself, and vanished in a rainbow light.

”Brother!”

A moment later, a rugged and stout man with a similarly concealed form caught up, somewhat incredulous, ”A Sky Spiritual Root! A Xiantian Sword Body! Could it be that Li Mingda got it wrong?”

”Even if the Ancestor Master has blessed us, would it go this far?”

”Let’s see for ourselves.”

Cultivator Baimei remained noncommittal.

Golden Pill Monks traveled incredibly fast, and by the time the two caught up with the jade boat, it had barely covered one-tenth of its journey.

With a flash of their Escape Light, the two appeared at the heart of the jade boat.

”We pay respects to the Great Elder! We pay respects to Uncle Master Zhou!”

Master Jiucaobi was startled, stood up, and greeted them with great reverence.

Then, without waiting for the two to speak, he transmitted a few messages telepathically and stood by waiting.

When Jiang Ding and Li Qingyun walked in, they encountered this scene: the imposing Master Jiucaobi now seemed like an inexperienced youth.

”We pay respects to our seniors!”

The two reacted and respectfully offered their greetings.

Golden Pill Monks!

Jiang Ding’s heart trembled; this was his first encounter with a living Golden Pill Monk.

Immensely powerful, with a lifespan of six hundred years!

Enough to witness the rise and fall of two dynasties, to watch countless mortals go through life and death, while remaining unchanged.

”Two young friends, no need to be formal. Treat this place as your home, and think of us two as your Elders.”

Cultivator Baimei was extraordinarily kindhearted, like a benevolent grandfather, naturally eliciting fondness from others.

”It really is…”

He placed his hand on Li Qingyun’s shoulder, and after a moment, his face brightened with joy.

A Cultivator’s Spiritual Root is one of the most incredible things in the Cultivation World, impossible to ascertain with Divine Sense Scanning through the air.

”This, it’s incomplete…”

Next, he placed his hand on Jiang Ding’s shoulder and pondered for a long while.

Jiang Ding noticed the other’s expression flickered, then slightly furrowed, as if encountering some inscrutable problem.

His Divine Soul touched the rusty sword tip, ready to flee at any moment.

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